Thank you, Andra-Elena and Mima dima for the suggestions and ideas.
I kind of thought the last chapter sucked (it probably did) but you still thought it was intresting. Thank you everyone for reading! I'll try my best to write. It may not end up the way you want it, but i'll try my best for it to satisfy you.
(I decided I'll try updating atleast once a week/ every weekend)
Chapter 3 part 1
Never in Naoki's Life has he made such a reckless decision. It started this morning in the hospital. Naoki has just finished a surgery so he decided to atleast go and see his wife.
"Job well done, Doctor Irie." Said his fellow surgeon.
"You too, Doctor" He replied.
Naoki placed his hands inside the pocket of his white coat, as he headed to the department where Kotoko is currently on duty.
On the way to Kotoko, Naoki found a vending machine with strawberry milk inside. "Strawberry Milk?" he thought. "Kotoko would like that." He took a coin from his pocket and inserted it inside the machine. He then pressed the lit up button beneath the strawberry milk and took the dispensed bottle.
He walked noncholntly along the corridors, playing with the milk bottle while thinking about his wife. As Naoki walked, he heard a loud, high-pitched laugh. "Hahahahaha!" he stopped immidietly and looked inside the room beside him, with a door ajar. His wife was there, but she was with someone. "Kamogari Keita." He said spitefully as his jaw tightened. The name itself made his blood boil. He watched as Kotoko playfully hit the guy.
"What's this guy doing here?" he thought. He was about to go inside and take Kotoko, when he noticed the smile on her face. He stopped for a moment, as he was a bit taken aback. It's been a long time since he last saw Kotoko smile, laugh even, that it almost felt foreign.
Naoki's shoulders dropped as the anticipation of talking to kotoko faded. He turned around and walked away.
As Naoki walked through the corridors of the hospital, he saw a bin. He looked at the bottle in his hands, then back at the bin. The strawberry milk quickly found its way to the garbage can.
"Oh Irie-kun!" Kotoko exclaimed as she saw Naoki by the door. "Did he think I was busy?" Kotoko wondered as she watched her husband leave. Naoki didn't seem to hear her so she followed him outside, leaving Keita by himself.
"Irie-kun!" She shouted. He heard her, but he didn't respond. "Did I do anything stupid again?" Kotoko wondered.
She saw Naoki throw a bottle of strawberry milk beore she caught up. She stood beside him, "That was a perfectly good bottle of strawberry milk. Why did you throw it away?"Kotoko tried asking, but Naoki didn't even glance at her. She seemed to notice that somehing was off. but Kotoko just brushed it aside and clinged onto her husband. "Ne Irie-kun, are you free? Do you wanna go and eat something?" She suggested happily.
She looked at Naoki and was surprised to see his face: unmoved, cold and expressionless. "Go away Kotoko."
There was a certain indifference in Naoki's voice. It was ice cold. The coldness of his response hit kotoko's chest and travelled all the way to the ends of her bones. It was a whole new feeling, unidentified and definetely unpleasant. Kotoko did not know what to do about it, or what caused it. All she knew was that it was something she wouldn't want to dare feel ever again. Naoki's rejection this time was different. She didn't know why, but those simple words felt harsher and more distant.
Gradually, Kotoko's grip loosened, until her arms dropped to her sides. She slowly nodded her head, not knowing what for. Maybe she just did not know what to do or say. "I'll go away." She whispered, barely audible for anyone to hear. She slowly turned around and started walking away.