CHAPTER 2

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"Good morning.." She greeted quietly at him. He only replied a grunt.

She turned around and saw him sitting at the kitchen counter, his palm pressed on his forehead. She sighed, " Head ache? You were drunk last night."

"Yeah.." He said as he walked lazily towards the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water.

She blinked at him, He's already wearing his office uniform, A small smile appeared on her face. " Just wait a minute, Breakfast is almost done." said Tifa as she turned back on her duty.

While placing the last muffin on the plate, She heard the door shut then clicked. She quickly arranged the foods and walked towards the sound.

She sighed deeply while turning back at the kitchen. She slowly settled her self at the chair and enjoyed the food in front of her,

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alone..

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She lazily fell at the white couch as she turned on the television. She looked for a talk show program and tuned on it.

"Good afternoon viewers!" The reporter greeted enthusiastically. "Today were featuring a man who we described as a very successful and one of the richest mall owners here in our country. Mr. Cloud strife"

The program showed a formal picture of him, then a quiet serious one which looked like he's untying his tie while a black sleek pair of spectacles were attached on his face. Tifa leaned closer at the television. She smiled goofily as she admired the picture of her husband on the live t.v program.

"Some of us didn't know that he actually grew alone.." The reporter commented. "and at the age of 23, he settled down with his girlfriend, to whom we got from our sources that his girlfriend was also his childhood friend."

"Really?" The other reporter asked. "our sources told us too that, that's the reason why he came back here on our country."The reporter sighed with a dreaming expression on her face. " Oh.. How lucky she was.."

The other reporter chuckled and patted her partner lightly. "And he wanted his personal life private.. Thats why we would not tell you who's this lucky woman."

Tifa giggled at the mention of her hidden identity.

"So, let's presume our discussion, enough with this romance." The two laughed. And detailed some trivia's about the handsome, young and successful man.

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After the show ended Tifa decided to call her husband, She wanted to tell him how excited she was when the show (who's the topic was her husband) rolled on.

She dialed his number hastily and waited for him to answer.

Her smile quickly faltered away, as she heard the operator answered it. 'Probably, busy again.'

after the beat, she quickly babbled the news at the phone.

"See you later tonight! I love you.." She ended the call and the line went dead.

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7:45

The wall clock showed as Tifa walked back from the other side of the dinning room to another.

"It's late.." She whispered to her self. She decided to sit first at the chair and wait for him.

Later on, She found her self rubbing her eyes from tiredness. She stood up and realized that she already slept on while waiting for her husband.

She looked at the wall clock and it said 11: 25

Her beautiful face wore a very irritated look. Then she heard a strange growl and patted her belly.

"Im already hun-" She was cut off as she heard the front door clicked opened. She hastily scurried towards the door. Ready to greet her tired husband.

A scowl was on his face. She bowed shyly and took his suitcase. "Welcome home.."

He walked pass her and headed towards the kitchen. "You look so tired. Come on let's eat first." She said.

He turned at her while untying his tie lazily. "Do you received my call?" She asked.

"Yeah," The only word he replied.

"I was really happy when I saw you at the television." She tiptoed towards him and was about to give him a hug when he turned around and washed his hands on the sink. A disappointed pout invaded her face.

"How's your day?" She asked instead, placing his suitcase to its proper place.

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"It's already past 11 pm, why are you late?" Her tone changed.

"I decided to have a dinner meeting with the board members.."

Tifa lowered her head, her bangs hiding her brown eyes. "Ah.."

"Your not going to ask me if I already ate dinner?" She suddenly confronted him.

Cloud turned at the dinning table and noticed the prepared food on it.

"I guess no,"

She nodded. "Your right.. Do I need to remind you that you got your own house and had your own wife to eat dinner with ?"

He lazily smiled at her. "Of course I had my own house and.. wife."

She turned around and cleaned the table. "Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, worry was on his tone.

She only smiled at him then rolled her eyes.

He only stared at her until she finished her chores and headed upstairs.

(The two was married and lived in the same house, but was sleeping in different rooms.)

The only last thing he heard was a loud shut of her door. He sighed and decided to go up on his room.

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Tifa covered her mouth as sobs tried to escaped her lips.

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R and R ~ 333