What you wanted, what you get.   Foreword: A real love game... A boy and girl playing against each other. Who will throw more hearts to the other, or who can throw a punch or a can of beer. Find out if loves in the air. Will there be only one or two players?   Note from Author: Knowing we had our ups and downs. I very much glad most of us are still here and strong. Me being absent for a certain period of times, and having not been able to update like I've used too. Well, it . Yesterday I had time to update one story and I chose this particular one, because it was a beautiful love story of two strangers who were forced to meet. Their love develops and so their understanding of trust. I love this story as much as House Wife. Which in similar related.    Here is a chapter about a confused girl. Her thoughts and feelings on a man who is a stranger, her husband, and trying to get to know him. If this chapter is confusing, it's just that only a few will/could relate to what she's thinking or going through. I'm sorry about that.   Hope all my stories or at least some have become a beautiful masterpiece fiction novel. Dedicated to Teukso and Fans all around the world; getting together to share our love for... A special gratitude must go to my friends and those who kept in touch, and readers. Even that we are miles apart. For your never ending support, you all are the best. I'm honored to be the one who made such writing crafts, brainstorming, etc. I thank you again my inspiring readers for reading my fictions. It's been a pleasure of my life to share stories with you. Will write more notes to all in the near future ahead. ^^   Your Authornim and friend, Genda       Chapter 8: The Butterfly.   She couldn't think of anything to say and looked up. Leeteuk met her gaze and she was shocked to see that he had on some deep concern. Searching the face of the sweet gentleman; sometimes. Her husband she'd known only less than a year. He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek and smiled caressed her cheek before turning his gaze back to the person who made his way towards them.    Sora would of smiled if had she not rememebered something. Some unknown fear came flooding back. She didn't understand, did she?   Leeteuk stood by quietly after he and the man shake hands, a look on his face that she couldn't read. He seemed distant somehow, and much more solemn than he'd been just moments ago. He looked from the man to her and exhaled low.    "Hey D, remember my wife So Ra." Leeteuk spoke in fluent english.    Sora watch the tall well fitted African American man around the age of his late fifties gave her a grin and said. "Yes, of course. You look lovely today Mrs. Park."   "Thank you... I remember you had attended our reception and even when you were on business here... Well I never thanked you for the wedding present. So thank you again Mr Washington." She spoke in fluent english, registering a surprise look on his face, she assume her husband never talked about her personally with his old boss. The man Leeteuk once consider like a second father to him. What was Mr Washington doing here back in South Korea anyways? Wasn't he working back in North America? On a vacation? Seems unlikely because by the looks of her husband, he's surprise to see the man here.   Sora snaps out of her thoughts as the two men continued to talk in low voices.    "I'm sorry. I can give you no more than ten minutes. Then my wife and I got to continue our date night." Leeteuk said.   Unexpected Mr Washington pulled Leeteuk into a hug and patted his back. "I'm relieved. You look very much happy." He said and suddenly there was hesitation in his eyes. The man gave her a smile. A reassuring one? She quite didn't understand. "Teuk. Why don't we talk tomorrow, lunch from work. I'll call you."   "Sure D." Leeteuk said.   Mr Washington nodded a goodbye as he head back to a few other friends chatting outside the movie theater entrance. Ones she believed were her husbands coworkers where he was based. Two of three wore their uniform he had worn to work sometimes during important days.   "What time is it?" His voice brought her back.   "It's still early. Just after six o'clock." She frowns.   He cut into her worries. "I think we might of missed the movie you wanted to see. Shall we pick our second choice." Sora nodded. Grabbing her hand, Leeteuk pulled her along to the ticket booth.    ***   Stepping into the dark house, Sora watch as Leeteuk switch on the lights.   "Is there something wrong? You seem a little down after meeting Mr. Washington. A problem at work?" She followed him into the hallway.    "No." he quietly answer. Too quiet.   "He came here for you. I sense it. The last time he was here and at our wedding I over heard you two spoke about some transfer. Is there really not a problem at work?" Sora blinked as he cut off her question.   "Sora, stop this idle conversation." He spoke with soft reprimand. "I told you work was fine."   She frowns, hurted and looked down to her feet. And to where he suddenly grabbed her hands. Searching for words to say, she took a deep breath and continue. "I was just worried about you. You looked as if concerned about something. You can always tell me what's bothering you. Want to tell me?" She asked and looked up at him.   "No," he said, staring back with eyes that only spoke concern.   She attempted to pull her hands back but he held on, giving them a gentle squeeze. Was this to reassure her everything's okay. 'Okay about what?' Sora's heart sinks.    Now she was faced with fear of uncertainty again. He was always a closed person and she knew it's always hard to get him to talk about anything. Even the simpliest things like what he likes and dislike. What would she do?   He looked tired. She could see now he was exhaused of long hours at work and their evening out. And worried. No matter how much she come to care for him a great deal. Their relationship was slowly progressing. Yet he's still learning. No, they are still  learning to trust each other. And she's still struggling with the reality of learning to love someone. A stranger she called husband. Her husband