Novel & Cerita Are You Happy With Me

“I-“ I struggle to find the right words to say. What should I even say to him? “Yeah?” He beckons me to speak. “Look, Jason. You are an amazing person and I like you. I also miss you, I won’t lie, but I am in a happy relationship. I am happy.” I say in finality. “But are you?” He says more pronounced. His voice triggers some distant annoyance in me. “What? What do you mean by that?” I ask him. Is this man being serious right now? Who is he to tell me whether I’m happy or not?

‘I know what you are thinking' ‘Are you happy? He didn’t answer quickly for his seems to be thinking about what his response would be. And with that, I saw a simple bitter smell coming from his lips. It feels odd since I have been making myself feel comfortable with me having those kind of features that first him smile and face that he have. I’ve been seeing it in the mirror. It is really hard to see it for myself. ‘ I’m not really sure whether I’m happy about the things that I have… realized. Even so, I can say that I am. A little better than what I have been feeling before’

He took a short pause before he continued talking, "Are you happy with me ?" At his question, i directly turned around in his arms to come face to face with him, my eyebrows furrowed more, "Of course i am !" I said, "Why would you ask that ?" He shrugged, "It's just for the past few days, you seem different, you don't look happy." His eyebrows furrowed as if he trying to figure something out, "You're not you." He said, i bit my lip nervously, his words are kind of true.

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"Slap me if I'm moving too fast, but... Can I come back and live with you and Linnea again?" In this small moment, I've never been happier. I tighten my grip and smile with a happy exhale. "Of course, you can."

"I don't want us to wear out our welcome." "If it starts being a huge nuisance to us, then we'll look for something bigger," I'm not even thinking about my words - they are the truth, spewing from my lips. "But for now, I'm perfectly happy where we are." Then it dawns on me, she might be saying she's upset. "Are you happy here with me? I know it's cramped, but I thought we were making do okay."

She laughed, not a sad laugh but a happy one. “She is happy,” I said. I didn’t know how that made me feel. I mean, I didn’t expect her to be sad, did I? That would be evil of me. “What? Did you want her to be sad?” “No, that’s not it, She is okay,”

“Fine, pick a day and we'll go. You still haven't told me the origin of your gay men fetish.” “Yeah, I'm not telling you that.” “There's no way you're saying something like that without expecting me to push for information.” “Nada, nope, no…I'm not telling you shit so stop asking me.” I smiled and rested my head on her shoulder, “are you happy?” “Everyone has a different meaning of happiness. I have my daughter with me, my husband is not with me, I have you and Dad isn't an ass this day. That's my happiness.”

“Oh right, well I’m not sure anymore, she seems to be changing quickly.” He’s quiet for a second as if pondering something. “Are you happy Loa?” Am I happy? I wanted to laugh at the question, but instead, I just pursed my lips. Am I happy? I repeat in my head and the answer seemed complex. “I’m happy here with you . . . right now.” I reply, turning to stare at him as he was doing to me. “That’s good.” I nod at him. “But are you really happy?” Gulping, I slowly shake my head.

"It's been a while since we had a chance to talk, you know. So I'm just happy when you're here." Why do you have a problem with Hayes? What did he do? Do you want me to ask people to beat him up?" I laugh at him. "No no. I don't have any problems with him at all. I'm so happy with him now. It seems like he's the one. Don't you think so?" Well, maybe yes and maybe not."