THE WOMAN YOU NEVER LOVE

ANDREW:

"I love you, Andrew..."

I opened my eyes because of the woman in my dream. I sighed and sat on my bed. It's been 3 years since I started dreaming about a woman who kept saying she loved me. But I don't even know who she is.

"Andrew, hon. Are you okay?" I look at the woman beside me. My wife, Charybell.

I leaned my head on her shoulder and sighed.

"You dream about that woman again?" She asked. She grabbed my hands and gently kissed them. I nodded.

"She keeps showing in my dreams, Wife. I don't know why this is happening to me, But every time I hear her saying how much she loves me. My heart is aching as if....I'm losing her. " I confess.

She clenched her right hand in madness, as always.

"Don't mind that woman in your dreams, Hon. As I said, she is the woman who keeps chasing, clinging and seducing you even though she knows that you are already married to me," she paused and held my cheeks.

"Always remember, hon. That woman who said she loves you, Are the woman who killed our unborn child." I felt the madness crowing to my heart again.

Right, the woman who keeps showing up in my dreams. Who keep saying how much she loves me, are the woman who killed our unborn child.

She might sound so sweet in my dreams, but in reality she's an evil woman.

"Your right, let's just go back to sleep, wife." I suggest and lay back in the bed when she suddenly pulls her arms closer to her.

"No, hon. It's already dawn. Let's not go to sleep again." she seductively whispered in my ears and licked it.

"Let's just do something interesting." She kissed my lips and locked me in her arms. I hug her back and close my eyes feeling the warmth she gave as she slowly took my clothes off.

I close my eyes and feel the warmth inside of my wife.

I know that the moment I close my eyes, I will meet the woman in my dreams again. Which is kinda weird, I should imagine my wife, not the woman who killed our unborn child!

"Look at me, hon." My wife commands while slowly thr*sting her self on top of me.

My eyesight is getting blurred. Here I go again, I imagine that woman again instead of my wife. Damn that woman.

I hold my wife's waist and do the move.

"Andrew..." she mumbled my name.

When suddenly my mind showed me the woman in my dreams.

"Rhyme.." I suddenly muttered.

"H-hon?" My wife looked at me worriedly.

I shake my head and lay her in the bed.

"Hon? Are you okay...?" She asked while wearing her clothes.

"Let's just do it someday, Wife." I answered and stood up.

"But why?" Based on her voice, she sounds irritated. I didn't answer her and just went to the bathroom to take a shower.

I look at my self in the mirror.

"Rhyme." I whispered.

Who really are you rhyme? Why do you keep showing up in my dreams? Who really are you in my life? I should be mad at you for killing my unborn child.

"D*mn you woman, You're already dead but why do you keep showing in my head." I punched the wall in irritation. There's a lot of questions in my mind that no one can answer.

knock knock

"Hon, Are you done? I made a breakfast, let's go let's eat. We still have a flight later on." I heard my wife say before leaving again.

I sighed one more time before wearing the clothes my wife prepared and went to the kitchen to eat.

I sat down in front of her and started to eat.

"How long will we stay in the Philippines, hon?"

She asked in the middle of our breakfast.

"Maybe a month or two." I replied and sip some coffee.

Still bitter as always. "You still didn't make the coffee I usually drink, wife." I said and put the cup on the table.

She slowly chewed her food before answering. "W-well..." she didn't finish her words when suddenly my phone rang.

It's an unknown number. I hesitated to answer the call at first but my curiosity got the better of me so I stood up and went to the balcony to answer the unknown caller.

Hello?" I started and put the phone in my ears.

"dada? is that you dada?" My heart pounded when I heard the voice of a little boy.

"Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked.

"Dada! It's me adam! dada I miss you- ate give the phone back!" The little boy shouted.

I'm thinking of hanging up the call when I suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Adam Rhythm, How many times did I remind you not to call some ramdom numbers and called them your father!?"

"But sister, I'm sure that's my dada!" The little boy fired back.

"One more time, Rhythm. If you do this again I will definitely ground you to not use your phone!"

And then the call suddenly ended. I touch my chess when I feel my heart beating so fast. It's so fast to the point that I feel like I was being chased!

Her voice.... She reminds me of the woman I saw in my dreams.

"Hon?" I look at my wife who is now holding a suitcase.

"Let's go hon, It's already 7. We will be late in the flight." She said and pulled my arms.

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We're now inside the plane. My wife as usual puts a headphones in her ears while doing her skin care routine. While me. I was still thinking about the woman who I guess is the sister of the young boy who called me his father earlier.

I wonder why that young boy called me his father.

I smiled when I remembered what the young boy called me.

'Dad'

I feel butterflies in my stomach. My heart is pounding so fast. My mind kept thinking about the word 'Dada'.

Is this how a father feels when there child calls them 'Dada'? It's so good, I wish I could still hear that young boy's voice longer.

Speaking of the young boy... His sister? His sister's voice sounds familiar. Who is she? I can't get her voice out in my mind. Her voice kept echoing in my ears.

I want to see her. To hug her. And to kiss her.

I look at my wife who is still doing her skin care routine.

I shook my head and sighed. I shouldn't be thinking something like this. I already have a wife.

Charybell is my wife! So why do I keep fantasizing the woman in my dreams? D-mn that woman!