RDD 57

"Penelope, listen to me. I will love you no matter what happens. Remember what I said when you were pregnant, I said that my love for you will never change."

I hugged my wife tightly. I'm afraid this situation will never be resolved if I don't do something.

"Stop it. You don't have to talk anymore!"

But Penelope continued to struggle, trying to escape my embrace. She started pushing, punching my chest.

I kept my arms around her.

"Why? Why are you doing this? I already told the truth! There's no reason to keep this farce going."

"But I want to keep this farce going."

I tried to kiss her, but she cried and avoided me. Her face was a mess.

After a few minutes of pushing, she started to get tired and slowly lost her strength. In the end, she just sobbed into my chest.

"I was a fool. When I first met you, I didn't like you at all. You're arrogant and reckless."

I remembered those moments... I was really an asshole then.

"I tried to study and avoid you, but you always made me suffer."

"..."

Indeed, I'm a loser. Just to get my wife, I did everything to get her attention.

"At first I didn't like you. But every day you gave me roses and tried your best. You won. I started talking to you, I started saying yes to your progress.

"..."

"You asked me if you're the reason why my situation became like this. You're right, it's all your fault. If it were not for you, I might already be a graduate and have a successful career."

She sobbed. Her voice was hoarse and even her speech was incomprehensible. But I could feel her emotions.

A thud. She hit my chest with her fist and cried out.

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"But why!? I should be angry with you! I should be angry at you for destroying my life! My family was disappointed in me! I broke my promise! I destroyed their expectations! I should be angry right now!"

She screamed, clutching my T-shirt. Her tears and snot landed on the clothes. It was strange that I never found her disgusting. Instead, I pulled my wife closer to me.

"When I found out that you were really rich, I was happy. I thought that if I married you, my hardship would be over. No more sleepless nights over completing my assignments. No more stress from endless expectations from my family."

I swallowed. My heart felt heavy. I was not angry at my wife.

I was angry at myself. For being a disgrace. A man who didn't have a strong motivation to live, a man who killed himself after realizing that nothing mattered.

I was wrong about everything. The woman in my arms means everything to me. I could not believe that I had almost left her.

"I understand. I will accept everything."

I muttered.

"When you chose me instead of your family, I was happy. Even though we are poor, you never abandoned us. Thank you for that, Keith. Thank you so much." She cried and broke my heart even more.

I didn't know what was going through her mind, but her grip on my t-shirt was strong.

She sighed and another tear broke out.

"I never regret... I don't regret choosing you, I'm not afraid of being called a gold-digger. But I'm afraid you'll hate me." She cried, almost tearing my clothes.

I see. So we both feel the same way.

I laughed as tears streamed down my face. In fact, my face was a mess as well.

"I'm afraid you don't love me anymore." I said and sniffed. Gosh, my snots are falling too.

"Honey, no matter what happens, my answer will always be the same. I love you. There's no reason, I just love you."

I assured her.

She looked at me. Her eyes were bloodshot after she cried. Then she started to cry again.

"Waahh--!"

This time she cried like a child. Almost like a baby needing attention. I kept reassuring her, patting her back.

"I-I'm a gold digger." She said.

"Then I'm a deadbeat." I replied.

In my opinion, Penelope is not a gold digger. A golddigger will never come into my poor life. A golddigger will leave as soon as I don't have any money. Penelope was just the opposite.

Maybe she didn't know the true definition of a golddigger.

I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" She asked, crying.

"Nothing, I just realized that you are still beautiful when you cry."

"Keith..."

"Penelope, I'm just a poor man. All I can promise you is to make you happy. I will never have a mansion or a sports car, but I will cherish you and our children. I will be there until the end of my days."

"Hm, I want to spend my life with you." She nodded and wiped away her tears like a baby.

This time I leaned closer and kissed her. Penelope was scared, but she didn't pull away. We shared a kiss.

Then came the second kiss, then the third, until we were out of breath. Unlike usual, Penelope was kissing me aggressively. She pulled my hair and licked my tongue without restraint.

Of course, I responded with fierce kisses of my own.

Our location was quite uncomfortable as the chickens and ducks were quacking around us.

But we didn't care. For now, we just want to kiss and be close to each other.

We both realized that we were both afraid of separation. We wanted to be together forever.

We were like teenagers again, we didn't care about our surroundings. Our fingers intertwined, never letting go.

When our kisses ended, we both realized that our snots and tears were on our faces... We were stupid, something I will cherish forever.