Chapter 2: Furious Hurric (1/1)

It all started with those six words. “I want to get a job.” I can clearly remember the look on his face when he raised his head up as we ate dinner. Taeyeon is already five years old and Henry is barely two. He frowned as he feed Henry some mashed potato. He had our youngest seated on his lap, insisting on being the one who feeds him. Kyuhyun wiped some remnants on the corner of Henry’s lips before answering, without looking at me though. “And why is that? I believe my monthly salary is enough for our everyday needs.”, he said a matter of factly and I bit my lips.“It’s not that. It’s just, we know that the economy isn’t doing well these days. Plus Taeyeon will be entering primary school this year. We both know we need extra income for the rest of us.”, I said and I saw him stopped feeding Henry for a while, only to resume once again.“I think our manager is going to promote me any time soon. If we just wait patiently, I can assure you I’ll get my promotion and salary increase, thus we don’t have to worry with Taeyeon’s studies anymore. We can also invest for a educational plan like what Umma suggested before.”, he uttered. I winced at his answer. I’ve always knew he won’t let me have my way easily. Well, to be frankly speaking, the promotion he was talking about seemed to be far from happening. The country is experiencing regression and I’m sure that companies were resolving to deployments and salary deductions. I gazed silently at Taeyeon beside me who currently learned to finally eat on her own. I know Kyuhyun just don’t want me to have myself tired and forget my duties as a wife and a mother but I want a bright future for my babies, I want to send them to exclusive schools, and with the amount of salary my husband is earning now, I don’t think we can give them the proper education I want. “Come on, it’s going to be alright, okay? Stop worrying too much.”, he said and smiled when Henry cupped his face, demanding for his attention.“I just want to help, I’m being practical here..”“I said it’s going to be alright. You’re not getting, you’ll let me handle all the expenses and that’s final.”, he said firmly.“But Kyuhyun—““No.”“Let’s face it, you will not be promoted soon and I want to send Taeyeon into a private school.”“And we will! Who said I won’t have my promotion? I will, I’ve already handed my report for the new game console design and president was impressed.”, he said proudly and Henry beamed at him. Kyuhyun is working as a creative engineer for a game console company.“But..”“And what job can you get anyway? You haven’t been to college.”, he said absent-mindedly and at once I felt my jaw clench and unclench.“Yes, because I was pregnant.”, I said, not even hiding the fact that I was hurt by his words. He stared back at me and I saw the shock look in his eyes, followed by a look of repentance. He didn’t got the chance to say what it seems like he’s trying to utter when Taeyeon suddenly gasped and when I look at her, she had the whole contents of her plate scattered all over her lap. She gazed at me nervously at the same time Henry broke into a wail when Kyuhyun failed to feed him while looking back at me. I sighed helplessly as I fixed Taeyeon up while Kyuhyun cooed Henry. We exchange glances but I was quick to avert my gaze.  I’m still hurt but furthermore, I’m still determined to have my way. ~ “Yoona, I told you, leave this all to me. Don’t you trust me?”, I can see the frustration in his eyes as I opened the topic again when he tried to coo me as we lie in our bed.“I trust you but not the economy. I don’t want to count on just mere luck. I want to have the assurance that my children will have a good future.”, I uttered, fixing the blankets over me as I rest my back on the bed’s head board,  and moving away from Kyuhyun as far as possible. He pouted and leaned closer, placing his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder.“I can do this okay? Just trust me, everything will be fine. Think positive okay?”, he said as he plants a kiss on my shoulder.“How can I count on your words when all you say is everything will be okay? I need guarantee that they will definitely be good in the future. I don’t want Henry to be some unemployed man hanging around on the streets..”“You think too much, why would our little Henry will be like that?”, he said, his kisses now trailing to my neck as his hands move under my shirt but I’m far to entertain whatever he wants to happen. I am so pissed of of the idea that he seemed not to take this seriously. That