Chapter thirteen: We are not friends

After taking a bath, I changed into something comfortable.. white cotton shorts and a loose purple top. I set my alarm clock last night at seven am because I want to cook breakfast not for my husband, but for me and also for Nanay Emily and for Tatay Berto. 

But I didn't find them in the kitchen, instead, I found my husband sitting on one of the chairs in the dining room, wearing his usual business attire with a newspaper on his lap and a coffee in front of him. 

My eyebrow curled up automatically just by seeing him. It's been one week since we got married, and the last time I saw him was at the hallway on the night of our wedding. 

I walked towards the kitchen while humming a romantic song as if he was not there. I opened the refrigerator to look for something to cook. 

"Hmm.. I think I like bacon and cheese omelet for breakfast." I muttered lowly as I take all the ingredients I needed. 

I continued to move inside the counter without even glancing on his direction. 

"If you take me wherever you go, I wanna learn the things that you know. Now that you made me believe... I want you to take me 'cause I long to be, able to see things that you see... Know that whatever you do I follow you..ohh.."

I was cutting the cheese when I noticed him stand and walked his way towards the counter, but I continued to act normal until his scent filled my nostrils. 

-'We're not friends and I don't know him.'-

He stop exactly in front of me and maybe waited for a few seconds before he speaks. 

"Why didn't you take the card?"

That's what I've been thinking since last week. I sighed and glanced up at him. 

"We're not friends and we don't know each other, so why would I take your card? I have my own money, well not as much as you have in your bank account, but still enough for my everyday needs."

"If you don't want to take it, I will open a personal account for you and deposit money every month on your name." he said as his eyes wearing a blank expression. 

"You don't need to do that. Like I said, I won't ask anything from you and I'm just portraying what's inside the deal. I don't need your money, I don't need a personal driver and especially I don't need your car. So if you'll excuse me, I'm hungry."

I turned my back on him and put the cheese on top of the egg. 

"Can you please stop being stubborn, Sophia?" I gasped when his voice suddenly raised behind me. "Accept the card and take Ricky as your personal driver!"

"And why would I do that-----"

"Because people know that you are my wife and I don't want them to say anything against me as your husband! And another thing, start to dispose of your car and use the BMW in the garage!"

"What?" My eyes widened when I heard the word 'dispose'. 

"It's brand new and Ricky will become your personal driver from now on, whether you like it or not."

"No! You can't do that! I never signed any document stating that you can dictate my life. And what happened to your words on our wedding night, that neither of us won't interfere in our personal lives?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. 

"I'm not interfering in your personal life. I'm just fulfilling my part as your husband!"

A sarcastic laugh escaped through my lips when he mentioned the word 'husband'. 

"Excuse me, did I hear you right? Fulfilling your part as my husband? Well, let me remind you my 'dear husband', we're not a real couple and we're just married contractually so you don't have to act as my responsible husband."

"Why? Isn't this your reason why you agreed to marry me, money and all the things that I have? I sure you knew from the very start that you're going to marry a billionaire. So why are you acting so innocent and denying the things that I'm offering in front of you right now?"

His voice was full of bitterness and sarcasm that made me stop in my trance. He's now judging me again. 

"Or else you don't want the BMW and you want a brand new car. Tell me what brand do you want? You also want a sports car in color purple like the color of your car?"

I gulped but didn't answer him. 

"Okay, silence means yes. Don't worry because by tomorrow, you will see your brand new Maserati. I will also start to deposit money on your account so when this deal ends, at least you fulfil your dreams!"

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself. I suddenly felt my blood boiled with his deep insults. He was about to walk away when I decided to speak. 

"Are you really going to buy me a new car tomorrow sweetheart?" I asked on his back and made sure that my voice came out extra sweet and seductive. 

He turned around frowning and I gave him my sweetest smile which he returned in a form of smirk. 

"See? Now you're showing your true color sweetheart." his voice laced with venom as he narrowed his eyes on me, but I didn't back down. 

"Yes, this is me and the true me." I smirked. "Okay, I will accept all the things that you want to give me, but don't you ever blame me if you find all of them turned into ashes."

And his expression suddenly changed from being serious into shock. 

"You're kidding!"

"Then try me, sweetheart." I didn't remove the sweet smile on my lips, but not when I turned around and faced the stove again. 

I heard nothing from him after that, just the sound of his footsteps away from the kitchen. And when I'm sure that he's finally gone, I let out the heavy breath that I didn't know I've been holding since I entered the kitchen. 

"Anak, are you okay?"

I sighed and closed my eyes tightly when I heard Nanay Emily's voice behind me. 

"Yeah." I smiled at her. "Good morning Nanay." I hugged her and kissed her cheek. 

"Good morning." she hugged me back. "I saw your husband came from here and he looked so mad, did you have an argument?"

I nodded. "Yes, he wanted me to accept his credit card and use his car but I said no."

"Maybe he's just concern, anak."

I give her a half and a bitter smile before shaking my head. "No, I don't think so. If he's concern, then he doesn't need to put insults in all his words, Nanay."

"Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No! Please don't do that. I don't want him to think that I'm asking for someone's sympathy. This is just for one year and after this I won't show myself to him. He will never see me again."

"Sophia..."

"By the way, I cooked some breakfast here, Nanay. Cheese omelet, bacon and french toast. I hope you like these."

I immediately changed our topic as I don't want to talk about that issue anymore. And maybe she noticed that and chose not to ask again. 

"Wow! Thank you, but you don't have to do this."

"It's okay, I actually missed doing this."

She nodded with a smile. But I know behind that motherly smile that she's giving me right now, there were lots of questions that she wanted to ask me about. And I'm thankful that somehow she understands, and never forced me to open up with her.