Love Hate Relationship by Goodness Shadrach (good books to read for 12 year olds TXT) 📖

Michael stared at her aloofly and descended the stairs, he walked past her to his mini bar where he took out a glass and a bottle of brandy, he poured himself a glass and took a sip while acting as if he was the only one in the living room. Sasha stared at him, she took a deep breath and let it out, she turned and ascended the stairs, straight to their room, she undressed and took a quick shower, dressed in her nightgown, she blow dry her hair and laid in the bed.

Sasha awakened to someone crushing her hand, her eyes fluttered open at the massive pain, her brows were creased and her face in a frown, the first thing she saw when her eyes opened was a beautiful pair of blue eyes, staring coldly at her, not understanding what was happening, she looked down at her hand which was in pain only to see her hand in Michael's grip and he seemed to want to crush her hand.

"What are you doing?" She asked with pain and tried to release her hand from his grip.

Michael stared at her with a cold face before releasing her hand, he got out of bed and left the room. Sasha sat up, staring at him while massaging her fingers, what has suddenly come over him? She thought, why would he want to crush her hand? She then looked at the bed only to find her reason. In her sleep, she had shifted closer to him in the bed and might have mistakenly touched him, she looked at the space in the bed and realized that she was currently sitting in his side while her side was empty, just how did she not know that she was getting closer to the devil? Was she that tired and deep in sleep? She asked no one in particular.

After massaging her head, she shifted to her side and laid down to sleep but the sleep refused to come again. She sighed and shut her eyes tightly while mulling over the thought of getting her own bedroom, at least she won't have to mistakenly touch him while sleeping.

The next day, after coming back from work, she waited for him, she had been making savings to pay him back his money for the clothes and heaven was on her side, at least now she can pay up, all thanks to the guy that kept sending contracts to her company, she is very glad at least she can clear her dept now and won't have to worry.

Michael returned later and as usual, he walked past her and headed for the stairs, Sasha followed him immediately "can you give me your account details so that I can pay the rest of the money?"

Michael stopped in his track, he opened his briefcase and tear out a piece of paper, he brought out a pen from his suit pocket and scribbled something on the paper, he let it fall on the stairs and he continued with his ascend. Sasha sighed and picked up the paper to discover that it was his account details that he wrote there, she fished out her phone and transferred the money to him.

With each passing day, she kept feeling like she and Michael are drifting father and father apart, ever since that morning of shouting at her, he had never said a single word to her again, she concluded that if she is to leave the matter to go on like that, then there is no hope for her marriage anymore, she thought about talking to him or better still apologizing to him and she later settled for the latter.

She left work early that day to prepare a candlelight dinner for him, she knows he might not eat the food but it will show her goodwill and she will use the opportunity to apologize for what happened that night. She decided to cook his favourite food but it was after donning herself in an apron that she realized that she doesn't even know his favourite food and not just that, she doesn't know his favourite color, she doesn't know his favourite drink, she doesn't know his favourite movie nor song, she practically doesn't know anything about him. 

She stood holding a spatula as her mind ran wild, what does she know about her husband? Absolutely nothing. Sasha couldn't believe herself, how can she not know a thing about her husband? If they are to go for an interview now, there is not a single thing she can say about him, she wanted to beat herself before she remembered, he also doesn't know a thing about her, so they both doesn't know a thing about the other, thinking to that, Sasha consoled herself with the fact that he is the same with her.

She made a simple dinner after and set up the dinning table with the candles, a bottle of red wine and two plates. Looking at her handiwork, she smiled with satisfaction before rushing up the stairs to their room to have a quick bath, he will be back soon.

Sasha sat on the sofa in a short black gown waiting for her husband, her eyes glanced at the wall clock for the hundredth time, it was 11:00pm, why isn't he back yet? His normal time of coming him is 7:00, sometimes 8:00 but it's been a long time he came home this late. The candle lights was already dimming because it has burned all the wax, the food was cold but it's not a problem, she can always warm it but what is taking him so long?

She grabbed her phone and thought about calling him but decided against, her call might just infuriate him more and moreover, what's the guarantee that he will even pick up? She decided to wait a while longer. The clock showed 1:00am when Sasha looked at it this time, the candlelights has already gone off a long time ago, she got up and walked to the dinning table, he is not coming back, she finally accepted, but where is he? If he knew he won't come back, why didn't he call her to tell her? Will it be that hard for him?