Chapter 43

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Teresa's P.O.V

Finally I succeeded today yay! But it's just 9 pm and I am sleepy already. I was a owl previously and a late riser but recently because of the office and plus the cookery classes now I became an early to bed and early to rise person.

"May be I should just sleep and wake up at 11:30." "No, don't sleep." I slapped myself. Not even god can wake me once I sleep what will an alarm do? So don't sleep and bear with it, just 3 hrs more. I can do it! I encouraged myself.

Argh! I've had enough. I scratched my head ruffling my hair. I got up from the bed and went to the couch where my husband was busy working on his laptop.

"Give me some work too." I told him bending to his ears.

He got startled. "You scared me." He shouted glaring at me. "And I thought finally, I was able to concentrate on my work with you in the room." He rolled his eyes.

"So, you can't concentrate with me in the room? Am I that much of a distraction?" I grinned.

"Yeah, chatterbox." He glared at me.

My smile disappeared. "Okay, I'm sorry." I glared back at him.

"But give me some work too." I plead.

"You don't have your own works to do?"

"I'm not like a certain someone to bring the office to home."

"Why do you want to work now? Isn't it your time to bed? Go sleep and let me work." He continued his work ignoring me.

"I wouldn't ask for work if I wanted to sleep right? It's because of you I'm unable to sleep so hurry up and give me some work." I accused him.

"Unable to sleep because of me? What did I do?" He looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"I mean, your continuous tapping on the keyboard is disturbing my sleep." I came up with an excuse.

"Normally even a music system wouldn't stop you from sleeping and now my typing does?" He mocked me. I know that was a stupid excuse, even I find it stupid.

"Yeah, it does. Stop arguing and just give me some work before I fall asleep... I mean I am insomniac so give me some work to do, please." I forced a smile, suppressing the urge to shout at him.

"Stop it, that smile is creepy." He made a disgusted face.

I stopped smiling.

"Here take it." He handed me a file.

"Wow, Mr.Mathew's file." I smiled and was about to take it.

"Forget it, it's too tough for you." He pulled the file back.

"How mean!" I pouted.

"Here this, you'll be able to do this." I was just about to take it but he pulled it back again.

"Actually forget it. Take this one instead it's easy for you." He gave me another file.

"Excuse me, aren't you forgetting I tied with you? that too in your dream project! What do mean by I won't be able to handle those files?" I glared at him.

"Let me remind you wife, your luck was strong that there was a tie between us. I don't trust anyone except me in my work so you should be grateful I am even sharing that file with you, got it?" He said proudly.

God! Can I give a flying kick on his face? I looked up and asked then I looked back at him.

"Fine!" I snatched the file from his hand.

" And sit in front of me and work, so that I'll be able to check upon you." He pointed at the couch.

He totally deserves a hi five on his face with a chair twice! I glared at him and sat down with a huff.

After few minutes

I thought working would distract me from sleep but now I'm starting to get an headache by working on this laptop.

I angrily punched every letters on the keyboard.

"You'll break it." He shouted.

"It's my laptop, I'll buy a new one. Mind your own business." I replied.

"Why you?" He muttered.

"Blah blah blah." I continued typing sticking my tongue out and I could feel him glare at me.

"Argh forget it, I am getting more sleepy now." I shouted, totally frustrated.

"Then just go and sleep, instead of eating my head out." He replied.

"I meant I am more not sleepy now." I retorted.

"Are you crazy?" He gave me "you are impossible" look.

"So what if I am?" I am going crazy right now.

"Can you repeat what you just said now? I want to record it. You just agreed you're crazy." He laughed.

"Sorry Mr. husband but that was once in a lifetime opportunity, you missed it." I stick my tongue out.

"La...la....la.a...." I began to sing.

"Stop it." He shouted.

"No, actually I've got a song dedicated to you. Here listen" I began to sing.

You change your mind

Like a girl changes clothes.

Yeah, you, PMS

Like a bitch

I would know

And you over think

Always speak

Cryptically

I should know

That you're no good for me

'Cause you're hot then you're cold

You're yes then you're no

You're in then you're out

You're up then you're down

You're wrong when it's right

It's black and it's white

Someone call the doctor

Got a case of a love bipolar

Stuck on a roller coaster

And I can't get off this ride"

"God! Stop it! You mad woman!" He shouted interrupting me.

"But it's true you're a bipolar. Sometimes sweet and suddenly an angry young man, I actually can't keep up with your mood swings." I sighed.

"Whatever, just stop your stupid song. You should hear yourself sing and know what a torture it is." He glared at me.

"I am a born singer." I defended.

"You're a tone deaf too." He faked a laugh.

"And you're mean!"

"So what if I am?"

"You're not even ashamed to agree that?"

"Why should I?"

"Forget it I'll call Rina, it's better than arguing with an idiot like you." I took my phone and dialed her number.

"Please do. At least I'll be spared by your torture." He smiled.

"Hey Bff. What cha doing?" I said cheerfully.

"Teresa, it's 10:30 , of course I'm sleeping?" She replied and yes she was annoyed.

"How can you sleep when I'm awake?" I scolded her.

"You need to be awake till 12, not me. so I am sleeping. Good night!" She cut the call.

"Meannie." I looked at my phone and pouted.

"Looks like even your bff ditched you. poor girl!" My husband clicked his tongue mocking me.

"Shut up. I know whom to call." I dialed Ren's number.

"HI Ren!"

Third person's P.O.V

"Hi Ren" Ryouma heard his wife.

He continuously looked at the watch, they've been talking for 15 mins and not even talking just laughing. He shut his laptop and went to bed.

"Huh? You're going to sleep already? But it's just 10:45." His wife looked at him with a worried look.

"Yeah, I need to sleep you've got any problem with that?" He glared at her.

"But you usually sleep at 1 or 2 am right?"

"Yeah but i am getting sleepy today so cut the call because I have to sleep."

Teresa immediately cut the call and shouted.

"But you can't sleep."

"Why're you shouting? And why can't I sleep?"

"Because it's your fault that I can't sleep, your typing disturbed my sleep in the first place, so as long as I'm awake, you can't sleep!"

"What rubbish? If you can't sleep that's your problem not mine."

"Then i'll sing."

"NO way."

"If you can't sleep then that's your problem not mine."

"Fine, what do you want me to do then?" Ryouma glared at his wife.

Teresa's P.O.V

"We can talk, like we did on the beach on my b.." Shit I almost said it! I smiled nervously. "Why do I have to keep it a secret when nothing stays in my stomach and my stomach hurts because of that. I unconsciously kept my hands on my stomach.

"What's wrong? You ate something wrong? You've got a stomach ache?" He asked me worrying.

"Nothing." I smiled.

"But what do we talk about?" He asked.

"Normal things. Like what did you do today?" I smiled again.

"You know what I did. We were together the entire day remember?"

"Okay so what did you do the day before yesterday?" I asked him nervously.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Irritating me?" He eyed me suspiciously.

"Why would I? It's just that I am not getting any sleep." I made a sad face.

"So what do you ant me to do? Tell you a bed time story?"

"Yeah do that."

"You're kidding right?" He looked at me as if I've asked him his life.

"I'm not." I shake my head no.

"You seriously want me to read you a story? Your skull is really empty isn't it?"

"Shut your nonsense and tell me a story!" I kept a cushion on my lap ready for the story.

"Hurry up." I poked him.

"Okay then lay down first." He rolled his eyes.

"Okay." I replied. But wait, what if I actually sleep? I thought. " No, no I'm fine this way." I denied.

"Just shut up and lay down or let me sleep?" He glared at me.

"Okay." I lie down.

"So, here it goes. There was once a witch. And....umm...." He started.

"And?"

"And she trapped a guy and got married to him. She even bewitched his mother." He continued.

"And I've got a feeling, I am not going to like this story." I am having a bad feeling about this.

"It's my story or yours?" He glared.

"Okay go on." I replied.

"That witch used to torture her husband everyday. She wouldn't even let him sleep because sometimes she would make his ears bleed with her song, or shout in her dreams and sometimes she used to go completely mad and make his life hell. Finally her poor husband got a magic knife and killed the witch and lived happily ever after. Finished! Now good night! And yeah it's based on true story. Real life story." He pulled on the blanket and turned to the other side.

"What the hell? That witch in your story was me? Get up you stupid husband how dare you!" I hit him with the pillows.

"And I didn't like the story, what's with the ending? How's it a happily ever after? Your story is a flop. I hate it. Get up you monkey." I continued hitting him.

"Shut up and let me sleep, mad woman. If you make me do stupid things obviously it'll be a flop." He shouted.

"Fine, I'll tell you how to read a bed time story. humph." I punched his arm.

"Start with Once upon a time, not just like that, you don't even know the story format, you're useless and you're the one who as a kid always glued his eyes to a book." I taunted him.

"Because I read novels, Sherlock Holmes novels not like your fairy tales." He retorted.

"Just shut up, listen and learn." I slapped his arm.

"Once upon a time there lived a beautiful princess with her father, the king in sunshine kingdom in a big white castle. She was very happy, she used to sing with the birds, dance with the peacocks and loved her kingdom and her people. And one day, there was a marriage proposal from the neighboring kingdom, a very handsome prince." I started but what he's sleeping?

"Oii are you even listening?" I slapped his arm.

"Yeah I am just closing my eyes and listening, very good story keep going." He nodded.

"Then she got married to the prince but she didn't know that she got married to a devil in a prince's disguise. The devil started to show his true colors on the very first day of their wedding. He used to torture her, made her work like a maid, she even burnt her hands. But she was very brave, she didn't bow down to the devil and fought bravely with that demon along her fairy god mother and finally got rid of the evil prince and lifted off the curse from the kingdom and she lived happily ever after."

"This is how you read a story, idiot." I slapped his back.

"yeah yeah wonderful." He clapped.

"It's also based on a true, real life story. See you didn't even realize it. Yours was so obvious." I smirked.

"The devil was me?" He got up and glared.

"Yes of course." I smiled widely.

"I don't make you work!" He defended.

"There should be some modifications." I replied.

"What the hell? Your story is double flop, no triple flop!" He said with a huff.

"Shut up, at least it was better than yours. How will you parent your kid if you can't even read me a good story? Your child will run away from you."

"And you'll be the best parent? I'll tell you what'll you do with them. Baby, if you don't drink this milk I'll burn your video games. If you don't clean your room, I'll throw all your chocolates."

"Excuse me, throwing chocolates is your department not mine. And I'll do whatever I want with my children, who are you to interfere?"

"Same to you. who are you to interfere?"

"I am your wife and I hate you."

"Hate you too."

Third person's P.O.V

Both started pulling each other's hair.

There was a knock on the door. They both composed themselves.

"Go and open the door." Ryouma ordered his wife.

"Why should I? It's your room, you go and open it." She rolled her eyes.

"Wow! It's your room too when you need it and now it's my room? You go." He crossed his arms.

Teresa's phone ranged.

"I am getting a call, you go and get the door." She picked the call.

Ryouma was about to open the door when Teresa ran to him shouting. "Stop!"

"What now?"

"You're right, it's my room too so I'll open the door." She said with a smile.

"No Just go and attend your call, I'll open the door." He pushed her aside.

"Is it necessary for you to do exact opposite of what I tell you to do? I said I'll open the the door means I'll open it." She blocked him.

"Fine, do whatever you want." He went back to bed.

"Fine." Teresa opened the door and looked outside.

"Huh? There's no one." She replied.

"Yeah must have ran because of you." Ryouma mocked her.

"I'll go and check." She left, closing the door with a bang!

"You'll break it." He shouted.

After a minute, Ryouma heard his wife shout.

"Help! Ryouma!"

"What the hell?" He opened the door and sprung his wife with his best friend and family.

"Happy birthday!!" All shouted with the birthday blower. 🎉🎉

"Omo!" He jumped back scared because of the impact and stared at them dumbfound.

"It's my birthday?" He looked at them confusedly.

"See Teresa, I told you he won't even remember." Midori looked at her daughter in law.

"Yeah and I almost slipped out about birthday but I guess he really is an idiot. Well good for us we're successful in surprising him." She giggled.

"Happy birthday, dear husband." She wished him.

"thank you." He replied still recovering from the shock.

"Come let's cut the cake." She pulled him.

After feeding him the cake, his wife asked him.

"How's it?"

"Good." He replied.

"Just good? Not yummy?"

"Okay, yummy."

"Not very yummy?"

"Okay very yummy."

"Promise, You won't take that back?" She smiled.

"Why would I?"

"Guess who made it?" Her smile widened.

"bakery?"

"Okay, I'll give you a hint, it's a homemade." She smiled.

"Mom of course." He replied casually.

"Hello?" She pointed at herself.

"Teresa it's not april first, it's february 10." He rolled his eyes.

"I know that it's not april fools day but it's an idiot's birthday! " She replied.

"You made it? No way!" He looked at her shocked.

"Yes way!" She laughed.

"But I didn't hear the kitchen explode today?"

"Because I didn't explode today." She rolled her eyes.

After everyone left their room she apologized to her husband.

"And I am sorry for lying you this whole week, I didn't come home with you because of my after office cooking classes."

"You took classes for me?" He stared at her surprised.

"Yeah just wanted to surprise you on your birthday! So, you liked it?" She asked with a big smile.

"Thank you. I loved it." He hugged her.

"Wah! You know how to be sweet too. You're such a bipolar." She hugged him back.

"I didn't know my wife could be sweet too?" He smiled.

"Of course I'm sweet. Who do you take me for? You just don't have eyes to see my sweetness." She smiled back.

"Now finally I can go to sleep, I can't tell you how much effort I had to put to be awake." She hugged her dear pillow.

"If you want to sleep then sleep properly." But she was already asleep. He smiled to himself and pulled on the blanket for her. He noticed her hands were actually burnt that showed her dedication towards him. He kissed her hands and then her forehead. "Thank you, dear wifey." He whispered.