The Educator

Chapter 22: 22

I walk up to my room and take a long hot bath and it’s already ten in the evening. I walk out to the room

and walk back downstairs. Elliot’s room is already lit with lights. He’s in his clothes and already in a

meeting. I walk towards the kitchen and get something to drink and eat. I ended up hungry after

everything that happened this morning. I got a can of Coke a couple of chocolate bars. I came back

and Elliot is still on the phone. He mutes his phone and looks at me, “Are you hungry? We can go grab

dinner”

I no my head, “Super starving”

“Give me ten minutes and we’ll order food. We can watch anything you want tonight” he says.

I smile, “Elliot, I’m fine. Just do your thing and I’ll check out the menu. I’ll order dinner”

I walk over and get the menu. I order appetizers, mains and desserts. After I order, I walk and settle

next to Elliot. I scroll through my phone and check my messages. I’ve gotten messages from friends

and family asking me about the pictures that I posted the other day. People have been asking if we’re

finally doing good as a married couple and my friends are sending me link about articles, our photos

and speculations. I was worried but it felt like it was something new, at least it wasn’t a scandal on

being bankrupt.

Elliot’s call ends in about thirty minutes and just then, our food arrives. Elliot hands the room service

boy a big tip and brings in all the food in his room. He sets up the television and puts on my favorite

series.

I hand Elliot my phone and show him the articles. He reads it and laughs a little, “Where did you get

this?” he asks.

My friends sent it to me. These vultures are using our honeymoon photos and mentioned that not all

fixed marriages are bound to fail” I tell him as I smile in amusement.

“I mean, I don’t know, are you mad or … because it seems like you’re happy about it?” Elliot asked.

I nodded, “I am actually very entertained. I’m just worried that you wouldn’t take this as funny as I did.” All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Actually, the article sort of says a little truth about us” he says. “By the way, I was able to email a close

friend and I set us up a day at his yacht. We are going to leave tomorrow at seven in the morning and

end the day by having a romantic dinner by the port side” he says.

I smile, Elliot, can we talk about this?”

He reaches for my hand, “Let’s talk about it tomorrow but I would like to tell you that Eli, my intentions

are good. I am surprised at where we are and whatever this is, I hope this works for us. I am happy, Eli

and I hope you are too” he tells me.

I smile at him, “Elliot, I am happy. I feel as if all of this was meant to happen to us. I just want to be sure

that we are both on the same page and neither of us will get hurt or be on the edge”