To Love and Avenge

Chapter 37

We go back home with smiles in our hearts. Today's event was heartwarming despite my constant reminders of my mom.

I never thought that I could share such a memory with someone else's account. I was starting to become a different person, that I was all along capable of all this.

At night, we shared some wine and slept together. Indeed, it was truly said based on Mang Kanor and Roldan’s words, that one will only achieve peace of mind if one learns to forgive and to love.

Am I in love? No! I was just letting myself go, where I don't need to pretend and always be guarded.

Ours is a bit different as Dauis just has to confess his schemes and apologize. While in my mom’s case, I was blaming myself for it and I cannot forgive myself for that, and I am hunting the assailants for revenge.

Our little vacation is over and we will soon head to the city. But before that, Aunt Sionny invited us to have dinner at their place. Of course, we wholeheartedly accepted her invitation.

Aunt Sonny's Residence…

She cheerfully attended to us during the dinner and she even made the dishes all by herself. Xander, who was at that time arriving from his work, hurriedly joined his mother and lent a helping hand.

They only had one house help as Aunt Sionny was all hands on the house chores. I admire the two for how they help each other. Xander must be a good son then. His woman would be very lucky.

He was cheerful and less dominant, very opposite to the man next to me.

I wonder why they are cousins by blood, yet they were very opposite.

Dauis, at this time, was also ogling at me.

“Hey,” he calls out to get my attention.

“You’ve been zoning.”

Upon hearing him, I blinked a few times to gather all my wits.

“Oh, I was just admiring how a mother and son work hand in hand at cooking.”

“Yeah, they do that oftentimes, that was their fav pastime.”

“How about you?”

“Me? Well, I don't cook with mom or anyone else in the house. As you can see, I am more often in your place than in ours. They were so busy all the time that they forgot to make time with us.” he said, feeling bitter. I can clearly see the jealousy in his eyes. My heart twitches for him. This is what makes us different. While he has a complete family and wanted to be with them, he feels alone, while mine was incomplete, yet, I choose to be alone.

“Funny isn’t it? While Xander only has his mother, he was so full of her attention,” he continued to speak when suddenly my phone buzzed indicating a message.

I excused myself and took my phone out of my purse.

It was an unsaved number so I hurried to go out so I could read it right away from the sight of Dauis.

It reads:

Ale, the email you’ve sent to me. You have to take extra precautions and you have to be very careful. I had already overseen it and was positive that they had been from the same group from that day.

Upon reading the message, my heart flustered. It has finally come.

The pain was again surging to its surface.

This news sends me waves of indescribable feeling. Happy that I would finally be able to get back at them, at the same time I was angry.

I am starting to hyperventilate so I couldn’t get back in at this time. I need to calm down first.

I was hesitant about whether I should still go back inside or just go and pack my things so I could get over all this.

But it will only compromise our plans if I make any drastic moves, so…

I messaged him back:

Okay, let's give it time and I will come to your place to discuss the matter whenever I can find the time.

Just as the message was sent, I jerked when I heard someone behind me’s voice.

“Holy Sh*t!” I screamed while holding my chest.

“What's with you? It’s just me,” Dauis said as he hugged me from behind. He has been like this since yesterday.

“You frightened me to death,” I responded without moving. Sensing if he had read my message.

“Who was it? You seemed to be anxious," he worriedly asked, swaying me around and facing me toward him. I avoided his eyes for an instant.

“What is it?” he provoked.

“Nothing,” I said as I moved away and led him back inside.

I know he was not convinced, but let me go anyway when Aunt Sionny called us.

As we all sat, Aunt Sionny raised her goblet high and said,

“I’d like to properly congratulate you both. May you have an abundant and fulfilling marriage. May you both always be strong and never keep a secret from one another. Be mindful that communication is always the key to having a healthy relationship. Cheers to the newlywed couple.” she raised it further to our front and everyone gave a toast.

Xander was a little different this time. His constant glances say otherwise.

I wondered what that meant or what he was up to.

“Yes, Xander?” I asked him when I couldn't hold on to his indifference.

“Oh, I- I just wanted to apologize for last night’s event. It was so embarrassing,” he said, bowing his head.

“That’s perfectly fine. My husband here was so shameless that he dragged you there. He even calls me a dumb wife.” rolling my eyes at Dauis. Xander looks up at me again with a wide eye.

“I thought you forgave me already. I didn’t know that my wife held grudges against her husband,” he interrupted. Everyone around laughs at the look on his face.

Well, who wouldn’t? He was pouting cutely while battling his lashes.

“Look at you, you acted like a poor child. I didn’t marry a child. I wanted a man”

“Am I not a man in your eyes?” he asked, still putting up.

“You said it yourself.”

We fall silent when we start to eat and appreciate their dishes from time to time. It was all delicious, of course.

We later talked about some random things. Aunt Sionny asked a few questions which I, of course, answered with all honesty except for the part where I was head over heels in love with Dauis. So was Dauis.

The truth was that I barely knew him and his family. I never take the initiative to ask him unless he opens up all by himself.

I am not nosey, so even before, I didn't always give a d*mn.

After that long night, we headed back home so we could prepare to leave early in the morning.

He hugged me again, this time asking if I could sleep again with him. I was supposed to refuse, but he pleaded.

I, later on, agreed provided that he would not assault me.

He only laughs at my choice of words and pulls me to bed.

He kissed me passionately first before I lay with my back on him while he placed his arms beneath my head and the other one was encircling me by my waist. Which I started to get used to.

The warmth and comfort that it provides are intoxicating, which you cannot always resist.

I’m just afraid that one day, all of this will be gone and I will end up hurting. Maybe because everything was too good to be true. I was always like this, always reserved.

But, is it selfishness to call if I choose to be happy? Will I be selfish if I choose to be happy this time and loosen a little?

Or I should at least treasure this moment so when the time comes, at least, I will, once, become happy and will not regret it.

My thoughts had all blown away and I was astounded when I suddenly felt his hand being inserted under my shirt and crawling to my belly.

“Hey!” I shook off his hand but he steadied it.

“Let it be, I promise to behave. I just want to feel you,” he said defensively.

“Promise?” I'm not sure if he’s even capable of sticking to his words, but I let it go anyway.

After a while, his hand that was on my belly crawled upward, settling on one of my mounts. Firmly holding it there.

I wanted to complain but it was stuck in my throat when I heard him snore, which meant that he was soundly asleep.

Surprisingly, it was a bit awkward at first, but I am starting to get used to it.

Upon touching my sensitive bud, I shiver as my peak hardens under his touch.

This man has passed through my walls that I sometimes unconsciously let my guard down, which I never did beforehand.

“Hmmm” he muffles in his sleep.

“Hey, your hand…” I complained.

“Hm, go to sleep” was all I could hear him and he tightened his grip.

But…

I was struck when something hard was poking at my back.

“Dauis!” I called out, showing my protest and discomfort. I moved a little away from him.

“What?” he asked coyly.

“Your— your, you know…” I can’t put it into words, it was so embarrassing to say. I was once bold and didn't add embarrassment to my vocabulary, but now, he changed this part of me.

This man is so thick-skinned.

“Just– don't mind him, I already promise you.” was all he could say, referring to his manhood.

“Hmph! Shameless bast**d!”

He only laughs at me. I don't even know what it is that makes him laugh.

My face reddened in embarrassment at his assault.

This man...