Chapter 2 2

Jennie certainly didn't like even the sight of him and the fact that Paula was so happy about the situation just made her feel so unfortunate. She loved Paula but Tim was a story she couldn't tell

Tim walked out of the car and around it to cross the road; he walked over to them and noticed the extreme damages Jennie had done in the name of repair

"What happened?" He asked as he tried to touch the engine, but it burnt his finger a little, and Jennie couldn't care less.

"They just broke down. I've called Anderson, and he hasn't gotten here yet, and I tried to fix it, but it was no use."

"You tried to fix it?" He questioned as he raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I did," she answered dryly.

"Come on, let's go; I'll drop your home, Paula." He recognized her as Jennie's friend who had visited them once.

"Thank you so much, Tim."

"Come on, let's go; the wind is getting worse, and the rain is dropping," Tim said, returning to his car.

The ladies picked their stuff from the car and walked towards Tim's car.

Jennie sat beside Tim while Paula just sat at the back with their bags before Tim drove off and straight to Paula's streets according to her directions because he had no idea where her house was.

Jennie just looked out the window as the droplet of rain began to fall; how she loved the smell of soil when rain fell. She remembered how she would run outside when she was little whenever her parents weren't looking to feel the rain on her body.

It was fun after all, but now that she is all grown up, she couldn't do that anymore, and the fact that she was just trapped with a husband made it not-so-ideal.

Paula sat in the back, feeling the tension in the air, the couple seemed cold to each other and weren't talking at all and tried to start a conversation to make the place fun and exciting, but it ended up in an awkward situation.

She gave up and returned to pressing her phone; soon enough, Tim packed the car in front of her house, and she got down and said a quick thank you before running into the house.

Tim drove off the moment she was out and looked towards Jennie with a side glance, but she was still looking out the window, wondering precisely what she was even looking at.

"How was work today?" He asked, trying to release the tension between them.

"Very bad; what about yours?" She asked, trying to get him to speak about how his day at work was.

"I'm sorry about that; mine has just been busy as always with some of the workers misbehaving," he complained.

"Oh wow! Mine is just that I have to constantly be on my feet and yelling from here to there." she rolled her eyes, thinking about it.

"Jeez! That's hard."

"Tell me about it," she said and looked out the window again.

The car became silent just like before, and then it became quite an awkward situation; Tim concentrated on the road as he took a turn to their street.

Tim Carlos was a young man who loved work and anything he did, but this marriage was just for his parents and nothing else; he wasn't interested in even a second.

He loved his personal space more than anything, and he loved that he was getting it without anyone having to disturb him anymore, but the fact that he was tied to a woman he had no interest in it vice versa ate him up.

He wanted to live a happy life, have kids, go on vacations with his family and do his work, of course, but now he didn't even know what to do.

He drove into the house as soon as the security guard opened the gate; he packed the car in the parking lot and gave an umbrella to Jennie while he waited for the security guard to bring another umbrella.

Jennie waited for him at the door since he held the key, and when he finally came, he opened the door, and they both walked in.

The house was quiet like it usually is; they both walked in and went to their separate room. They had managed to live in the same place due to the marriage, but the idea of them spending time in the same room does not sit well with both of them.

Jennie began to look for her keys in the bag frantically; at some point, she thought she had lost them; she kept searching and soon found them hidden in the corner of her purses.

She unlocked the door and set the bag on her dresser; finally, she could get some rest.

Tim walked to the balcony looking at the rain as it fell, and he laughed wholeheartedly about how he missed the stars on nights after the rain had fallen. Of course, he loved the rain, but he loved the stars more.

He wished he was still a kid, not wanting to bother about what will happen tomorrow or the next, just him thinking about what the imaginary future will be like, but he certainly did not wish for him to happen this way.

The rain was still falling, but still, he sat on the balcony with his phone in his hands as he scrolled through social media and played some games till he got exhausted