Chapter 12

                                    

                                          
♣ Marie Smith ♣ 
I really needed to get a job if I didn't want to die of depression, because staying here was equivalent to that.
Like here I was, taking a walk around the house as a result of the extent of my boredom.
Everything was boring. Especially TV. It was actually kind of embarrassing that I had to depend on TV to not die of boredom, because people rarely watched TV's now.
But even the TV was tired of me, they no longer had anything that made sense.
I'd probably watched all the movies on Netflix, and scrolled through every single social media.
Now I had nothing else to do with my life.
I really needed a job. Anything to get me out of this house.
I called a maid that was passing by, which halted her movement as she turned to me, bowing her head.
“Is Henry home?” Since I'd spoken to him three days ago about the kiss, I hadn't heard or seen him since then.
She shook her head, “no ma'am, he hasn't come back from work yet.”
“Did he come home last night?” I wasn't even sure if he ever came home. His workplace was probably his home.
She nodded. “He arrived at eleven fifty three p.m. last night, and left at four a.m. this morning.”
I rolled my eyes. As expected, his work was his life and he'd certainly do that.
“Okay, you can leave then.” 
With another bow, she left.
That meant I'd probably not be seeing him again for a while. 
All I wanted was to be a good wife and let him know that I was planning on getting a job, but well, it seemed like I'd do it without his knowledge.
For some reason, that felt like a bad thing to do. Like I was being a terrible wife (though our marriage shouldn't care about such a thing as we both obviously were terrible at being husband or wife).
I groaned, hating how I felt obliged to tell him that I was planning on getting a job, even though it wasn't something he should care about.
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The sound of typing cut through my sleep, which was totally annoying.
I squeezed my face, trying to ignore the sound so I could go back to my sleep.
But it didn't seem like it'd stop soon, so I decided to roll over to the other end of my bed, maybe the sound would fade afterwards.
“Be careful, else you'll fall.” Henry's voice confused me to open my eyes, realizing I was on the couch.
But it was too late, I'd already fallen from the couch, landing on my butt. “Shit.” No way was I rubbing my butt to ease the pain, because that'd only be totally embarrassing.
I jumped to my feet, a little surprised when I saw Henry sitting on the chair opposite the couch I'd fallen asleep on while waiting for him, hoping he'd come early.
There was a pillow on his lap and his Henros laptop on the pillow as he probably did his work on it.
“When did you arrive?” I checked the time on the wall clock. “Twelve a.m.?”
“I arrived thirty minutes ago, why are you sleeping here?” He stopped typing to stare at me, “if you want to start sleeping on the couch, you should say so, so I don't have to think you were waiting for my arrival everytime.”
Still a little embarrassed from falling, I covered it up with acting annoyed, “I guess I won't have to fall asleep if you'd come earlier.”
He maintained an expressionless look. “Do you need anything?”
“I want to get a job.” I realized how I sounded like a child telling her parents she wanted to move out.
His expression didn't even change. So frustrating. “What do you want to do?”
Woah, he was really sounding like he was my dad or something.
Still, I answered him, “I'm not sure, but anything to get me out of this house.”
“But you should still have something you have in mind.” I suddenly felt weird under his gaze.
Now that he'd said it, I realized that I actually didn't have anything I wanted to do.
I hadn't gone to college because I was chasing after a particular hot dude that ended up being my husband.
Stupid.
And I also didn't know what I really wanted to do.
“You can get a job if you feel like it, but I just want to know just in case.”
I raised a brow, “in case what?”
He shrugged, turning back to his laptop to continue typing, “just in case.”
I didn't realize when I snickered at how strange of a husband I had. “Just in case.” I repeated, wondering if he realized how dumb that sounded.
“Is that all you had to say?” 
I nodded, wondering if he ever went to sleep or just worked his entire life.
I was about to leave when he said, “I'm traveling to Germany for some business  on Wednesday.”
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously, but why are you telling me?” He never told me.
He stopped typing again, turning to me. “I just thought you might want to know so you don't wonder where I am.”
I chuckled, “trust me, I never wonder where you are because I'm certain you're out in another country.”
Something swept past his expression, but before I could wonder what it was, it was gone.
“How long will you be gone for?” I asked, already noting how bored I'd be while he's gone (not that his presence ever did anything to calm my boredom).
“I'm not sure,” he replied, looking like he was contemplating something.
“A month? Two? A year?” I giggled at my own joke though it was obviously not funny.
“Will you be bored?” He randomly asked.
My brows were drawn in confusion, “yeah… I guess.”
“Do you want to tag along?”



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