Is He Really Michael?

"Baby. This... ahhh..." Sarah said in a cute tone and then stretched her hand which was currently holding a fork towards Michael.

Michael who was reading the news on his tablet, turned his head when he heard his wife calling him then glanced at the fork that had pierced the waffle piece and without waiting any longer opened his mouth.

Michael's face, which had a serious look, immediately smiled when he saw Sarah's face smiling at him.

"It is suspicious. My wife suddenly feeds me and acts cute like this," said Michael with a suspicious look.

Even though they'd only been married a few months, Sarah wasn't the type to act cutesy. So Michael could tell right away that his wife wanted something.

"What's wrong? What does my wife want, hm?" asked Michael, placing his tablet on the table and focusing on Sarah.

Sarah smiled shyly when she heard that.

"It's nothing. It's just… looks like my shift will end at midnight, maybe at two or three? Can you come pick me up at the hospital?" Sarah asked with a flushed face.

Lately there have been rumors that something scary is happening around the hospital, the crime rate has also suddenly increased, making Sarah afraid to come back home alone.

But it can't be helped, it is not like she can ask to return earlier. She is just a clinical clerkship

Michael's face, which had been smiling, immediately changed when he heard that. He immediately took out his tablet again and continued reading it.

"Don't you usually come home alone? You want me to wait for you until midnight?" asked Michael without turning his head and looking busy looking at his tablet.

The smile on Sarah's face immediately disappeared when she heard that.

Since then, despite feeling afraid every time her shift ends at midnight. Sarah never asked Michael to pick her up.

***

Sarah looked at Michael whose face had turned a little more mature since the last time she had seen him with a confused look.

Was he the same man she married back then? Why is his attitude so different? Sarah didn't seem to know Michael anymore.

"Waiting for me? Why are you waiting for me here?" Sarah asked confusedly. She could guess why Michael was waiting for her outside the hospital, but Sarah didn't want to raise her hopes.

Michael is not that kind of man! He is an asshole!

"Because you asked me to keep it a secret you are my wife. I wanted to wait for you but you didn't like me being in the hospital. So I waited here," Michael replied.

Sarah's face looked strange when she heard that. She looked at Michael with a confused look. Who exactly was the man standing in front of her? Did the accident at that time make Michael's character also change?

Sarah shook her head, that was absolutely impossible.

"Let's go. It is so cold tonight. I want to go back home and sleep," Michael said while rubbing his cold arms.

Without waiting for Sarah's answer, Michael immediately turned around and walked towards his car.

Sarah took a deep breath and followed him to Michael's car.

Inside the car, it was as quiet as ever.

This was the third time Sarah was alone with Michael in his car and it seemed, Sarah had gotten used to it a bit and didn't look as awkward as before.

Sarah even occasionally glanced at Michael, her face looking confused at the man who had become more handsome since the last time she saw him.

"Is he really Michael? Not someone else who has the same face? Or maybe he is Michael's twin?" thought Sarah who couldn't believe the man was Michael.

Since then she had felt a strange feeling in her chest every time she saw a man who felt foreign, but on the other hand, he felt familiar.

Meanwhile, Michael focused his gaze forward to drive while occasionally yawning. He didn't realize that Sarah had been staring at him all along.

All he could think about right now was wanting to get home and sleep.

A few minutes later, Sarah and Michael had arrived at Michael's apartment.

"Do you want to take a bath first? I've filled water in the bathtub if you want to take a bath," said Michael stepping into their room.

Before coming to pick Sarah up, Michael did fill the bathtub with water. His wife must be tired and Sarah usually prefers to take a bath in a bathtub instead of a shower if she is very tired.

"Ah no. I'm too tired to take a bath right now," Sarah said quietly then walked over to the sofa in the living room and sat there.

"What should I do? I didn't think much of it earlier, but are we going to sleep together?" thought Sarah, suddenly feeling regrets for following Michael here.

She felt she could still bear it if she lived in the same house, or in the same car as Michael, but to share a room with him... Sarah didn't know, she felt disgusted with him.

Even the day before she said she wanted a divorce, she told Michael to sleep outside because she was disgusted by having to sleep with him.

"What are you doing? You don't want to sleep yet?" asked Michael who suddenly came out of his room to see what Sarah was doing.

He thought his wife would immediately follow him to the bedroom to rest, but after he finished changing his clothes, he didn't see her face.

"Ah yes," Sarah said then immediately stood up and walked to Michael's room.

Although she felt disgusted, today was very tiring and she needed sleep!

Once inside the bedroom, Sarah was once again stunned to see that not much had changed in this room. Everything looked the same, except for the bed linen that Sarah had seen for the first time.

Looks like Michael really lived here after they divorced.

Sarah shook her head, this wasn't the time for her to think about that anymore. She then immediately went to the bathroom in the bedroom to wash her face, after that she walked over to the closet to get her clothes.

"I've already arranged it in the closet," Michael said with a proud look on his face, hoping Sarah would compliment him.

Sarah took one of her clothes and then looked at Michael who was lying on the bed.

"You have to wash it first before putting it in the closet. It's dirty clothes!" Sarah grumbled rolling her eyes, not expecting the clothes they'd just bought had already been placed in the closet.

Sarah then turned around, then grabbed the hem of her clothes and lifted it. However, as soon as the clothes reached her chest, Sarah suddenly pulled her clothes back down and turned to look at Michael.

"Are you going to keep looking at me?" asked Sarah irritably. Even though she had turned around, she could feel Michael's gaze.

How could she change her clothes if Michael kept staring at her?