INDENIAL

CHAPTER 37: INDENIAL

It was silent. It was too silent for her liking.

She isn’t used to this atmosphere. Sitting on the same dining table, while facing Gustav, her ex-husband as if nothing happened. As of those tears she shed, and the confrontation was merely nothing, but a dream.

What more was her chest that seems bottled by so many butterflies that keep swarming even on her stomach. It made the air awkward.

That Italia couldn’t help, but cleared her throat.

“So, how are you?” She unknowingly winced.

How are you really? She thought, but isn’t that what most start their conversation?

Gustav stopped slicing the steak on his plate, and lifted his head.

THUMP.

Italia gulps. Her throat is parched dry, and she was not liking a bit how much he could affect her.

“Still the same, when you left.” He said dryly.

That made her hangs her head low. Guilt tripped her core. She knew that it is him, who save him, but her pride wouldn’t even accept it. Gustav rescued her, when no one had ever done th