Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Professor Is My Husband : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

It felt tasteless on my tongue when I said it the first time. His eyes shifted, flickering like a faulty bulb. The way his eyes narrowed, lips pressed tight, reinforced my decision. This is not something I would want to hear. “ No. Keep it to yourself.” I said, and took up the spoon. The broth reached my tongue with a sting. “ Urhh! This has vinegar.”“ I did mention that it is bitter.” He droned, with his gaze fixed on me. I felt like coughing it out, but that would bring him closer…he might say something. Something that would eventually break what is left of me. So, I took it. Slowly at first. When I couldn't bear the intensity of his gaze, I downed the whole broth, face contorted from the bitter sting. “ Thank you,” I whispered, dropping the plate. “ Do excuse me. I would like to get some fresh air in Mr. Li's garden.”I got up to leave and seconds later, his hands were firmly wrapped around my waist.“ I'm sorry, Nicki—”“ No, Aaron. I don't want to hear it. Please –”“ Out of m

Maya came up with an idea. Catch a rabbit and put the jacket on it.And that I did. After long hours, bruised elbow, sprained ankle and a broken nose. I have seen worse.“ I guess that is it. We just have to run in opposite direction of the rabbit.”I nodded in agreement, hoping that the rabbit doesn't come running after us. “ Now that I think of it, you can't be menstruating when you're pregnant. You deceived me.” She complained, wearing a rueful look.“ I'm grateful you didn't realize that back there. Deceiving you was vital towards a convincing act.” I explained, dragging my sprained ankle across the forest floor, while trying to fix my nose. Climbers barricaded most ways, like eternal sentries guarding secret treasures. I broke out a strong stick from a fallen bough, breath about my arm size, making a way deep into the forest, while Maya followed closely behind. “ How did they pull up your grandfather's voice and how are you sure we are not running from the good guys?”I halted

Another Monday. Another week to bear Nicki's avoidance. “ You can't be serious! Not after everything we have gone through few weeks ago because of your stubbornness!”She folded her arms across her chest. “ So, it is stubbornness to you? How was I supposed to know they weren't from him?”“ Nicki would have known. You have been blinded by your rage and unforgiveness that you ignored every sign. Sure, you couldn't wait to disappear and leave me alone.”“ Oh someone seems hurt. What happened to proceeding with the divorce and all that?” She retorted, hands akimbo.“ I bet that's why you have petitioned for it. Isn't that so?” I retorted, annoyance burning like hot coals in my chest. She paused, tearing her gaze away from me. “ It is not you. It is Micheals. Yes?”However brief it was, it drafted the script I hadn't thought of, hitting home like lightening. Michael pushing for the divorce on behalf of Nicki. That dickhead!!“ I would like to take my leave…”“ Nicki, I am still your husba

Two days later, I'm in my office watching the news on the death of a “ notorious member of the pentagon cartel.” An accident, the media tagged it. From the video, his brakes seems to have failed on high speed leading to a terrible somersault of the sports car before it went off in flames. I took my phone and typed, “ so, an accident it is.”It ticked blue moments later, but without the possibility of a reply ever coming. I smirked. “ Bloody boss.” I mumbled, tearing my gaze from the screen of my phone to the television. I was young when my grandfather handed over to his care. I grew up wondering why his choice of a guardian had to be a deadly sniper. The thoughts of our earliest disagreements made me smug for a few seconds. Moments later, a knock comes on my door. The rhythm of the knock comes like knuckles locked in anxiety, trembling, unsure whether or not to hit the door. A band of teens debating who should knock first and ended up with two people knocking irregularly…on my door

(Aaron)“ Who else is home with you…come on Maya, you haven't lost your voice!” I barked, stirred by Nicki's cries in the background. “ I…I have checked…grandfather made a trip outside the country a few days ago. The butler called in sick…the chef is here…”“ For the love of God, can you drive?”“ Yes…”“ Don't trust her driving skills…ahhhh…Aaron, get your punk ass here!”I stepped on the accelerator, running in full speed. Thank God I have a full tank. “ Hang in there, Nicki. Please, hang in there for us.”I had gone through her appointments, and even memorised her expected day of delivery. This is one week early. For the past few months, Nicki has been meeting with me in secret. It has been like a game. But since Michael travel, our meetings were less secretive. I had already planned how our afternoon and evening will be. Picnic. Spa. Followed by dinner at the best hotel in the country. Which, of course, is her grandfather's.But it's barely eight in the morning, and I'm already