This Time, It's Forever

Dylan opened the bedroom door only to see Lyla laying on the bed on her stomach. She shielded her face with all the pillows around her. He wanted to curse himself so badly. Not knowing why he's acting like that, all he knows he was angry looking how Lyla treat Jake in front of him. He didn't like what he was seeing. And when he heard Lyla cooked Jake's favorite food, something in his head just snapped. He tried holding it in but eventually, his temper got the better of him. Now, looking at Lyla like that, his heart just felt uneasy. Walking towards the bed, like it was the normal thing to do, he lay beside her and hugged her tightly. Even though she resisted but he's not going to give up. He wants to win her heart so badly the moment he chose her over his family and inheritance.

"Someone says, if married couple have conflict with each other, they need to resolve it before the day is over." He didn't know how he knew about this but it somehow came out from his mouth.

"The day is still long, so i still have time to go sulking." Lyla mumble beneath the pillow. Dylan smile in relief. At least she still want to talk to him.

"Someone also said through the conflict one will know more about each other. So, maybe waiting for the day to end we will know each other. I'll continue to be hurt." Lyla said stubbornly.

"And what if i have to leave again?" After he said that, Lyla lifted herself up and turn her head towards Dylan, glaring. Dylan just smile, tucking in her messy hair.

"Now i can see your face." Lyla snorted and try to hide her face again. But this time, Dylan roll her over and lay her on top of him making her face come close to his.

"My dear wife, will you listen to me if you don't want us to reconcile now?" Dylan still try to persuade her but Lyla just kept quite. He scoot himself near the headboard and while holding her, he sat up with her head on his chest. His hand never stop stroking her hair.

"I was jealous a moment ago. In fact, from last night. For all the times i was absence, you were with Jake every single day. It was fine because i assigned him to you as your bodyguard. But what i didn't realize how carefree and kind you are. Letting Jake sleep in the same house with you. Making him breakfast. Knowing his favorite food and when you just casually touch him. Somehow, looking at it doesn't make me feel good. I try to be understanding because it was my fault for never around most of the time but it just makes me angrier. I wasn't angry with you. I was angry with myself. So, forgive me for letting my temper get the best of and ruining our first breakfast together." Dylan wasn't someone who will say a lot for any matters but whenever he's with Lyla, he just want to keep talking with her. So far, this is the longest time he ever spoke with her. He's not confused any longer and which is why he let himself go. Lyla still kept quite. But he knew she's not sleeping because her fingers keep on fiddling with his button and it's quite tough for him to concentrate since she wasn't aware what she's doing to him at this moment.

"You're not fair." Suddenly, she spoke up.

"And why is that?"

"You could have at least let me be angry a little bit longer. At least until you said something more romantic and i will be touched by your sincerity or even have at least 1 blue rose everyday on my bed. Now i can't even ask anything anymore and it's all your fault."

"Does this mean my wife is not angry with me anymore?"

"It's tiring to be angry my dear husband. Plus, we're just getting started right? Aren't we? You're not going anywhere for a long time right?" Dylan smile looking at his wife questionable's face.

"Yes wife. We're just getting started." Lyla smile brightly and land a kiss on his lip. Quickly, she hide herself away again on his chest. Dylan laugh making his chest tremble. His wife is daring but timid at the same time. Slowly, they both begin to learn about each other and in the future no one can ever break them apart no matter what scandals nor problems occur. It just makes their life even better.