Crying galore..

CHAPTER FOURTY-FIVE

Desi tried as much as possible to get back her plate of noodles, but couldn't. Her eyes became misty and before Michael could spell Jack Robinson, he heard a very deafening high pitched cry.

"Waaaaaaaa!" She cried. Michael was short of words. What was happening? Why was she crying like a baby?

Desi cried the more and soon the couch she was leaning on was soaked with tears. She cried uncontrollably that Michael started looking for ways to make her shut up. He hadn't experienced that kind of scene before. He started by giving her back the plate of noodles but she merely glanced at it with puffy eyes and continued her crying galore. He dropped the plate and started clearing up the table that was filled with potatoes. Soon, his pajamas was a potato mess. But, Desi didn't even open her eyes. She shut her eyes tightly while pouring out more tears.

Michael became frustrated. He picked up the plate of noodles again and made to feed her himself. But she pushed away the spoon and the content smeared on Michael's white pajamas. Turning it pink.

Michael even cared less about it because the lady in question wasn't even aware of what she did.

He suddenly stood up and dailed a certain number and soon the call connected.

"She does not want to stop crying, I've done all I could. I've run out of ideas." He hurriedly explained.

Mrs Le grande had deciphered what was happening. But in this case, she had decided to stay away from couple's fight.

"Mike, I'm sorry but I'm in the middle of my night prayers. Settle your scores with your wife."

Du...du..du..she ended the call.

Michael sat down in the cushion opposite to Desi and watched her as she was almost loosing her breath in crying.

After a heavy thought he walked towards her in heavy steps. Desi was even startled. She stopped for a moment to observe what was happening. She gasped when Michael swiftly carried her up in a bridal style and marched to his room.

Desi was thinking he was going to throw her onto the bed, but he went straight to the bathroom. He threw her into the tub and started raining water on her from the shower.

Desi struggled in the tub because Michael was pouring it all over her body. Her face and hair inclusive.

Desi shivered as the cold water pierced her skin. She shuddered coupled with the fact that she had been crying. She wanted to open her mouth and complain, she wanted to cry again but she couldn't bring her muscles to comply. When Michael noticed that she was already so cold. He brought out one of the neatly folded towel in the bathroom and draped it over her shoulders. He pulled her out of the tub and carried her to the bedroom.

He knew she didn't have any conservative dress in her wardrobe. Everything was all sexy and too thin. It wouldn't be able to keep her warm. And, he had already drenched her pajamas back in the bathroom.

He went to his wardrobe and found the smallest sized T-shirt. He had bought this when he was still in country B, a very much younger Michael had worn it. He threw the shirt to her. He found another pair of jeans and gave it to her. Because Desi had an amazing backside. Michael didn't find it necessary to give her a belt. And just as he had predicted, when Desi was done putting on the clothings, the jean was clung to her waist, but the shirt was three times bigger than her. Michael got a hair brush from her vanity table and brush her hair after which he tied it into a ponytail.

While all these were going on, Desi didn't respond. She looked like a little girl whose lollipop had been snatched away, and after crying for a long time. She suddenly became so obedient. After making sure she looked okay, Michael dressed himself up, but he wasn't putting on his homewears although he dressed casually. The tired Desi who was sitting on the bed wondered why he was dressed that way. Was he going out? Her eyes went to the wall clock that was hung on the wall. It was 8:20 pm. He shouldn't be going out right. After putting on his footwear. He went to Desi and scooped her up.

Desi couldn't help but ask.

"Where are you taking me to?"

Michael only smiled and said.

"You'll see."

He went downstairs and opened the entrance. He automatically opened his car and placed Desi in the passenger's seat. He then turned to the drivers side and ignited the car. He pressed some keys on his phone and the gate opened to let them pass, once they left it automatically closed again.

Desi who then realized that this guy dressed her up in men's clothes to take her out started to wipe her face with her hands. She rearranged her disheveled hair. She turned and looked at the horrible T-shirt he had given to her. She started folding the hands of the dress. She tied the hem of the top at one side then she looked at the car mirror again. But she felt something was missing.

Michael watched her the whole time and was amused. He saw her looking at herself at the mirror and then her gaze turned sharply to him; and with one swing she pulled off the cap on his head and placed it on hers. She then looked at the mirror again and flashed a satisfying smile.

Soon the car parked in front of one of the restaurants Desi had been to. The nature of her job had allowed her to visit most of them. She instinctively asked.

"What are we doing here?"

"Were you not throwing a tantrum about food at home? Were you not the pig who constantly cried because of food?"

"Here I am, offering you a chance to fill that belly of yours, now are you going to walk with me into that restaurant or are you going to enter the car and drive yourself home?"

After biting her lips in hesitation she finally followed him resolutely.