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❝Life is beautiful but you
don't have a clue.❞

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

WE HAVE MANY REASONS to live life, till the last of our days. Sometimes in small moments, we recreate memories. Life is a pseudo of rituals, and traditions with too many restrictions. And that is maybe why women like us, you, me. And the others don't find it in themselves, to really, genuinely take a step forward without a man. We hold on to memories that aren't there anymore, we chase snippets of youthful reminiscences that wasn't meant to last so long. And when all is said, and done. You will only remember the good times and, it would tear you apart.

Groaning, with my head between my hands, I was rouse from my dreamless slumber, when the sound of breaking glass clattered against the marble floor. Flickering my eyes open , I was wondering what caused such havoc when my eyes landed on the very familiar silhouette of my husband, standing far across the foyer with his hands on his hips as he pinches his nose, and turns around with startled eyes to find me wide awake, sitting straight on the couch, with my bare feet hanging lazily, low. 

                 "I am sorry I broke the vase your mother gifted you on our last anniversary," he intensified, walking around to make his way towards me, as my gaze drop to his feet and  sighed in relief, to see him wearing slippers.

"It's fine. And it was gifted to us not just me, she's our mother. Not mine alone," I've said rising to stand up, but a jolt of nerve breaking pain throbes through my head and my insides burn with gut spilling sensation, nausea hits my head as I sank down back on the couch. Tears, gathering at corners of my eyes as I blink looking up to find him kneeling down in front of me.

"Ivy, what's the matter?" He asked tenderly, holding up my hands as I glance upwards letting my stare to settle upon his soft, chocolate brown eyes. I would've answered him, but the pain that throbes through my head rips apart my tolerance as I push back, and sprang to the cold floor rushing towards the bathroom, in the guest room.

Our room was upstairs, and last night after coming late I fell asleep on the couch, and he very similarly fell asleep on the floor next to the couch.

Holding on to the ceramaric commode, I spill out the contents of my yesterday's lunch and, most of those things I took along with the drinks. My eyes blink back the tears as I stiffen when, I feel him kneeling beside me with his fingers wrapping around my hair, as he holds it up.

                     "You shouldn't have taken so many drinks last night. But, then it's not wise to blame you alone I was there, I should've averted you," He spoke somberly, his words sounded clear to me just as silver, quick and careful. As I bite back a groan when another nausea hits my head.

"Try to vommit again, don't hold it back you will—" his words barely register through my head as I urge forward and once again spilled the horrifying contents, that have seemed to make me sick to my stomach and clench the commode seat for I don't know how many hours to go.

"Can you stay put I'll go and get you a towel and some hangover medicine?" He have asked, as I nod shortly and he stood up, glancing with fulfilling assemblance of my sickly body before turning towards the door to leave.

It takes time for Jungkook to return, by the time he does I've completely emptied my stomach, yet still the pain that was serging through my head was making me vomit bitter, stuff in and out. And at this point I was beginning to think I would not see another day.

"I am sorry it took me so long. I've called at the orphanage, to notify them that you'd not be coming to work today," he shrank down, holding my face between his warm hands, as his eyes descended down on my pale face. He have tried to get the sweat off my face, and with his hand he continues to wipe. And I smile weakly leaning towards his palm.

"Don't worry about me, Jungkook. I'll be fine," I assured him, staring tiredly into his eyes, that softened hearing my words and he sighed pushing the wet strands of my loose hair away from my eyes.

                 "How can I not? You've lost all the color from your face in just an hour. And your body is heating up," he murmured softly, making me loose my breath and blink back fighting to catch my breath with my heart hammering against my chest.

"I just need to pass this day and I'll be fine by tomorrow."

"Yes. But I suggest you to take another day off tomorrow," he spoke dryly as he pulls me up to my feet and walks me towards the washbasin stand, throwing away the towel aside, his hand skims down to the drawer and pulls out a new unused tooth brush and, squirt the toothpaste upon it. Without bothering to look up to meet his eyes I take it from his hand and start brushing my teeth already, as he takes the task to braid my tangled hair.

My eyes watched the man, who was supposedly good in anything he does but right now he seems to be struggling to braid my hair. I stiffled a giggle, as he clenching his jaw firmly before totally giving up and gathers my hair and ties it into a very messy bun.

                  "You should go and get dressed, or you'll get late for your meeting. And fall back behind your schedule," I spoke, after spitting out the tooth paste and washing my mouth clean, I held his gaze through the mirror as he smiled assuredly.

"I rescheduled all of my meetings for tomorrow. I can't leave you alone, especially when you're in such condition," he replied in an instant as my eyes grew wide and I turn around, furrowing my brows.

"My condition?" I repeated, my eyes flaring up momentarily in surprise as he chuckled slightly pushing me against the wash stand.

                    "You are sick, Ivy and what type of husband you think I am to leave you like this?" he questioned, arching his perfect brow at me. As I stare back befuddled, struggling to find any words.

It was beautiful, the moment right here was beautiful. Even though I felt miserable, whatever this was, is between us right now. It doesn't matter if it won't last long. Life might not prove to be beautiful, but meanwhile we had each other, and that was everything.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note:

Hi! I hope everything is going well, and  you'll are doing alright. These days I am watching some Cdramas and listening to some songs. I don't know these days I feel like watching more YouTube and that's why I'm so less motivated to write.

Yesterday, I accidentally published this chapter, with only three hundred words written. I was trying to finish before going to sleep but my eyes they were barely open and that is how I accidentally published it. Please don't hate at me.

What do you think about, Jungkook being so caring towards, Ivy? Do you think she should give him another chance?

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