Taming My Arrogant Husband

"Hey, you have a package from your secret admirer."

I looked up to see Craig holding a bouquet of purple tulips. I don't have to ask where those flowers come from----

"It comes from TM." He added that caused me to roll my eyes.

Yeah...until now 'my secret admirer' named TM hasn't stopped sending me flowers. Craig said that this person only stopped when I went to Italy but continued to send flowers again when I returned. Although sometimes I wish it was Daniel, but I just shake them off as I know he's not into that kind of things.

"And who else would it be?"

"Hmm...what if it comes from your husband?"

I sighed. "Daniel never sent me flowers."

That caught his attention and he stopped what he's doing.

"He didn't give you even a single stem of a red rose or your favorite purple tulip?"

I shake my head.

"How about the three magic words?"

I shook my head again. He dropped the bouquet on the table and sat down in front of my desk.

"It's been three weeks since you started living with him and until now you haven't heard him say those words?"

"No." I took a long, heavy breath.

"Have you ready asked him about it?"

"Yes, I did, but his response was kinda shocked me."

I know what I said brought confusion into his head as he creased his forehead and looked at me straight in the eye.

"Wait, I don't understand. Can you clarify your statement?"

"Well, we had a short conversation before he went to work this morning and I asked him about this, but he said he can't..." "He can't... he can't what?"

"He can't repeat those words again. He couldn't tell me the exact words anymore, and when I tried to ask him to explain, he suddenly got in a hurry and told me he still has an important meeting in the office." "What the hell! Have you tried to confront him in his office?"

"No, I can't. I suddenly felt week and exhausted after hearing what he said." I chuckled sarcastically while shaking my head. "How about those nights, Craig? How about those times that he almost shouted in front of everyone that I am his wife, those sweet gestures, those hugs and those kisses, forgodsake! And the last few weeks we have been together? What are those? I'm so confused, argh!" I closed my eyes tightly and leaned against my seat.

"Hey, maybe he has a reason---"

"Of course he did!" I couldn't help but snap at him. "I'm sure he has a fucking reason for doing this! I'm so confused and exhausted with all his dramas, Craig!"

He just stared at me, shocked by my sudden outbursts.

"You know what, I think you should talk to him regarding this matter because I too have become confused about your relationship. Jesus Christ, do you think you will end up together or are you really meant to each other?"

I didn't answer his questions, so he kept talking.

"When you confessed your feelings to him for the first time, he didn't believe you, when he ran after you in Italy and said that he loves also too, you said you were not ready. But now that you were together and living in one roof, suddenly your pride builds up and it becomes difficult for the two of you to tell your feelings to each other, forgodsake!"

I remained silent as he continued to babble things in front of me until an idea came to my mind. I immediately got up and took my bag and jacket from the back of my chair.

"Where are you going?" He asked me as he also stood up, confused.

"I'm going back to the penthouse."

"And what will you do when you get there?"

"I'll cook lunch for him and bring them to his office."

"And then...?"

"And then I will talk to him! I will make sure to get an answer from him, Craig."

"Ohh..." He murmured nodding. "Well, then good luck and best wishes." He winked at me.

"Best wishes? What are you talking about?"

"Oh, aren't you going to propose to him?"

I chuckled with his question. "No, I don't have a ring yet or maybe if I have already cleared the things between us, maybe then I will take your idea."

"So, is it okay with you to make the first move and kneel down in front of him?"

"Why not? We are already in a modern generation and nowadays there are so many women doing this thing."

"Uhmm... but what if he's the one who makes a surprise and suddenly asks you for your hand in marriage?"

"I don't think so, Craig, because if he's thinking about doing it, he should have done it the day I brought all my things into his penthouse."

"Oh, okay. I think you should go now before you get into the noontime rush hour."

"Yeah, that's right, I have to go." I went up to him and kissed his cheek before leaving the office.

I couldn't help tapping my forehead when I saw Ben and two other bodyguards waiting in the lobby the moment I got out of the elevator. Yeah... it's him and his team again. Daniel suggested last week to take Ben and two of his security team members to become my bodyguards...again. And I have no choice but to agree with him.

"Ma'am Sophia---"

"Ben, let's go back to the penthouse." I interrupted him before he could ask any questions and I take the lead by going to the parking lot.

And of course, if my husband had returned the security team for me, then, I also expected that he would also return the Rolls-Royce purple SUV he had brought me a few months ago.

"Sophia, I have already prepared the ingredients you need for the menudo recipe." The first thing that Nanay Emily informed me when we reached the penthouse.

"Thank you, Nanay Emily."

I smiled at her and rushed towards the kitchen to cook Daniel's favorite dish. She followed me inside and helped me prepare the seasonings needed while I am putting on the kitchen apron. "Why are you in a hurry? He's just one floor down from here."

"Because I can't wait to talk to him, Nanay Emily. The things we discussed this morning kept bothering me and I couldn't concentrate on my work."

"Alright, I understand, anyway, do you need a hand?"

"Oh, thanks, Nanay Emily but I'll be fine."

"Okay, just call me when you need me."

I just nodded and my eyes followed her until she disappeared from the kitchen. This is what I love most about Nanay Emily. Not only is she our second mother at home, but she knows when to ask and respect our privacy. She will wait until we're ready to tell her our story. She doesn't judge any of us, instead, she understands and gives us space to solve our own problems. But you can count on her when you need a shoulder to cry on.

I started making my husband's favorite dish with one thing playing inside my head... 'We need to talk'. I took almost 30 minutes cooking the dish, but it's worth it as I get the exact taste.

I did my makeup again and added mascara to highlight my thick eyebrows. I also sprayed my favorite cologne before calling Ben to help me bring some of the food containers to Daniel's office down the next floor.

"How do I look?" I peeked at Ben before I could stop myself.

"You look... uhmm... nice?" He answered more of a question.

"You look cute on your makeup, Maam Sophia." The other guard replied.

I just mentally slapped my forehead. "Well, what I mean is... do I look nervous?"

What the hell! They all looked at me from head to toe and then answered at the same time.

"Why would you feel nervous?"

"Damn! Never mind. Forget what I asked for." I said facing the stainless elevator door in front of me. Tsk.tsk. Who the hell gave me the idea of asking them?