Chapter 14: Fourteen

Maeluthe was no longer in the restaurant when Isiaah returned. The truth is, she's not really going to come in. She just chose to go to the man so that they could go home at the same time.

Isiaah did not hesitate to leave immediately. He knew the problem. He shouldn't have said those words right in front of Cyra. . . of Maeluthe.

She's not just his employee.

With Maeluthe, he's happy. . . he's starting to live again.

That's why he will not allow them to be separated simply because of the wrong words that came from his tongue.

Maeluthe could only go to one, and she was sure it was only in his house. Only a few minutes counted when she got to the place.

Isiaah had to prepare himself, but her nervousness was leading the way. Even among the investors, he was not nervous like this. Just now.

To just one woman.

When he turned the doorknob open, he immediately heard the rush of water in the bathroom. Now he was a little calmer, especially when he saw that the table was set for dinner.

She's not mad at me, he whispered to himself.

Somehow Isiaah was reassured. He would apologize to the girl. It would only be easier if she wasn't angry.

Another, he can clearly observe that the woman's patience is long. He is very grateful for that.

Moments later, the woman came out of the bathroom. Maeluthe tried to smile at him even though there were still so many things on the girl's mind.

Who is she to feel that?

I'm really just an employee, and he's my boss. She could still try to force herself.

‘‘I have already cooked dinner, Sir. It tastes better when it's hot. Dig in.’’

Isaiah was wrong.

From Maeluthe's first words, he knew that the woman was greatly affected by what happened in the parking lot.

He quickly approached her, hugged her from behind, but unlike what the two were accustomed to, Maeluthe remained stiff.

Isiaah gently caressed her shoulder, occasionally kissing her, but the woman was silent on the stand as if she didn't care what the man was doing to her.

She's just his employee, those words repeatedly entering Maeluthe's brain. It would be better early on to make it clear to him.

She won't let her guard down. She will never harm herself again because of love.

‘‘Are you okay?’’ Isaiah asked. He knew the question would be useless, but he decided to ask the woman first.

Maeluthe thought took a while. It also took a minute before she could be answered. ‘‘I am.’’

She's not, Isiaah told himself. He needs to do something.

As her mother had said to him then, more than any other house, we need to understand women more. Women are the most precious gems in the world. We must value them.

Isiaah slowly sat down in the chair opposite the table before embracing Maeluthe, who remained silent to this day.

She doesn't want to speak. She was not the type to control her thoughts — one of the reasons why she went to law school and aspired to become a lawyer.

She didn't want to say things she knew he would regret later.

‘‘Are you mad at me?’’ Isiaah slowly asked the woman.

Maeluthe shuddered quickly at the question even though she hadn't been able to think. ‘‘No–’’

Isaiah had already stopped the woman from speaking, and somehow he felt glory because she opened her mouth to answer. ‘‘Cyra is my ex-girlfriend. I still don't understand yet why she came back, but that's not what I mean. . .’’

He's really anxious about what Maeluthe thinks. As her silence lasted, there was so much speculation that entered his mind.

His heart pounded like a lion that would soon come out of its own cage. He fears that the relationship that hasn't been started yet might really end.

Too early to be considered, Isiaah knew that.

But there is something about this girl that he likes more repeatedly. There is no clear explanation at all, but he is very sure of how he feels.

‘‘You aren't just my employee, Mae. I am sorry if–’’

‘‘You don't have to be sorry for that, Sir.’’ Isaiah was shocked by those words from the woman. ‘‘We just have to get things straight.’’

‘‘Let's get things straight. Please, don’t call me Sir.’’

‘‘Why not? I should pay my respect. You are my boss, and I am your employee–’’

"This is bullshit!" At once, the two were startled by Isiaah's loud shout.

Maeluthe didn't expect him to do so. For her, Isiaah seems so calm and collected. He has the talent to calm himself at all times — whether it is difficult or easy.

But the man was not shaken there. Unlike what other people think about him, he has these anger management issues. The harder things get, the more he loses herself. He can't seem to get used to this.

Sudden pain in her stomach struck Maeluthe. She then thought of her child as if he could hear his parents answering. But since it's only been a few months, she almost laughs at herself.

‘‘Mae, you are not my employee. I never really considered you an employee. You are more than that. You are special for–’’

‘‘Isiaah, let’s get this over with. What you’re trying to say is impossible. You can be confused with things and misinterpret everything that is happening right now, so we should fix this. We are clear about what we have talked about. . .’’ Maeluthe's words faded as she stared at Isiaah, with his eyes closed.

He swears to every god and goddess; he is making himself calm He wants to control what he is thinking and what he might say.

‘‘. . . You’ll let me stay here for work. I can't leave when I'm in trouble because that's all I hope for right now–’’

The next time Maeluthe opened her mouth, Isiaah’s lips met her lips. The kisses shared by the two were passionate, aggressive as if everyone is no longer ready to open up.

Maeluthe could no longer control to let out a small growl when the man suddenly stopped kissing her.

She was catching her, and their hearts seemed to be beating loudly. Even if they don't know what they should do next, they only want one end.

‘‘Maeluthe, I want you. . .’’

Those words were enough to keep Maeluthe’s heart full of joy.

If it was a dream, I hope it lasts. . . hopefully.

‘’And I want to love you, so please, don't end this here. I want to experience a lot with you. In fact, I know you really are a good person. You have a soft heart, you listen, you are here with me,’’ he continued while staring into the woman's eyes. ‘‘I am really nervous right now. Only at this moment that I have nothing to say, it is just that–I like you. . . so much, that I keep on falling and falling for you every day. I hope you’ll give me a chance–’’

The woman answered Isiaah with fiery kisses. Everything turned out really, really fine.

They don't need to speak anymore, they will just let one's heart carry the message to one another, and the ones that can hardly be separated will be the way for that.

You have a million chances, Isiaah. Please, don't hurt your future child and me.