A married happy couple, that’s what people called them. Two years of marriage they would act like a newlywed. Age didn’t describe their maturity. If there were any elderly couple question the age of one of them, surprise and admiration would adorn on their faces. Occasionally fights and some arguments were normally happened. However for both young love, as long as they could still set aside and solve the problem without being hot-headed then fights and arguments weren’t necessary.

When one falls then the other would catch and bring up to avoid the broken, being the pillar to brace one another and be strong together. Being able to feel the unconditional love from both of their parents, they knew that kind of love is only occurred when you found someone you called your soulmate, your spirit, you strength, your life, your happiness. 

Happy when you can see someone you called your partner smiles, hear their laughter as if they were taken to the stressed-free world. 

For the first in two years, one realized something was off regarding the other’s behavior. Lately the smile was rare to be seen, the laughter was hardly to be heard. Gloomy, always gloomy. One would ask what’s with the sudden change and concern was easily thrown. Nevertheless hum and mum was all the other has given in return. Physical contact was lacking, when one attempted to make a move then the other was quick to take a step back instead. The hormone wasn’t something to exile. Hell it isn’t going to be exiled even if you’re in 70s. Then there were times when you couldn’t control your hormone for being in your early twenty, and twenty two to be exact. Yes, that’s how old they are. Young and in love, that’s how they’re supposed to be.

There comes the times in the middle of the night the other would cry thinking the occupant on their bed was sleeping. Incoherent words were spurred on the one who was sleeping to forced her heavy eyes to snapped open, curiously asking what’s with the shedding of  unending tears.However a satisfying answer was never came, simply said she was having nightmare. 

The ‘what’s wrong, baby?’ and ‘are you okay?’ questions were plain stupid, she thinks she even has enough to deal with the upside down mood of her partner. A silly thought crossed her mind, the girl couldn’t be pregnant, could she? It couldn’t be since she didn’t have anything in that department to make it happen. So what was up with the love of her life? Why was she being like this?