Love Hate Relationship

Michael withdrew his gaze from Sasha again "you can go. I want to sleep."

"Okay boss. I will be right outside" Gary said and left the room.

Michael was lost in his thoughts as he mulled over what Gary just told him. He knew he had lied about Sasha wanting to kill herself, she is not the type to do such a thing but what he can't understand was why Gary will lie to him for her sake, was it Sasha that asked him to do that? So that she can gain his favor? His eyes glanced at the sleeping lady again, but from his understanding of her, she is not the type that will require someone to do something for her, it's one of the things he love about her. So why will Gary behave the way he did? Did Sasha tell him something? If she did then what is that? What is it that she told another man but she didn't tell him?

He kept mulling over that till four in the morning before drowsiness finally took over him. Michael opened his eyes in the morning to see people clustering in his room, he frowned as he watched them. He knew every single one of time, they all ranges from uncles, aunties, cousins, nieces and nephews whom he has not seen again since after his wedding and was not planning to see anyway.

"Michael, you are awake" a tall man with black hair commented, the man's outburst got the attention of everyone in the room. Michael's eyes searched their faces but he didn't see the one he wanted to see and his frown deepened.

"We came as soon we heard. I hope you are feeling better" a light brown haired woman said.

"Don't worry. It's only a matter of time, you will walk again" another man put in, who Sasha would have recognized as uncle Gideon if she was in the room.

"Of course it is. A friend of mine had this issue a while back, he walked after six months."

"That's too far, a friend of man walked after three months."

"Yes. I read about a similar issue in the Internet one certain time. The man walked again but it was after eight months though."

"No matter the months, as long as the person finally walked, that's all that matters. Right Michael?" They all looked at him again.

Michael creased his brows, their ramblings was giving him a headache and he couldn't wait for them to stop talking, simply because he was in this condition, they all now have a friend who has had similar case and the other has read in the Internet? He had to stop himself from rolling his eyes, they really do know how to comfort someone by giving him hope "what are you all doing here?" He finally asked.

The men and women looked at each other before looking at him again "Vanessa called us and told us about your accident. As your family, it's expected of us to visit you, isn't it?" The first lady known as aunty Katherine asked and the others nodded.

"I'm not dead yet, you can all go and return when I'm dead" Michael stated.

"That is not how to talk to your elders young man" Vanessa's voice was heard from the door as she entered with Sasha "they all rushed here when they heard about your accident because they care about you. The least you can do is appreciate them" She cautioned him.

"Don't shout at him Vanessa, he just woke up and besides, we all are used to Michael's treatment to us" a woman smiled sweetly to Vanessa.

"He still shouldn't have spoken like that Sharon" Vanessa glared at her son who was lying in the bed with his eyes closed "I'm I clear Michael?"

Michael opened his eyes and looked at her "it's too noisy, my head is hurting" he replied and closed his eyes once again.

Vanessa wanted to caution him again but seeing the bandages on his head and remembering that it's possible for him to still be in pain, after all, the accident was just yesterday, she decided to let him be and moreover, the room was really full and they were all talking, so he could really be having a headache, she sighed "fine then, rest well. We will be outside" and with that, they all left the room. Michael opened his eyes and stared after them but his eyes settled on the back of a particular blonde.

Michael stayed in the hospital for a month before he was discharged, Vanessa was talking about hiring a nurse to take care of him at home when Sasha interjected "I will take care of him."

"But sweetie, you need to go to work" Vanessa frowned.

"It doesn't matter. I still have my best friends there to look after the company for me and besides, Michael is my husband, it's my duty to take care of him."

Vanessa smiled at that and caressed her hair "if it becomes too hard for you don't hesitate to tell me so that I will hire a caretaker."

"I want a nurse" Michael said behind them and they turned to see him in his wheelchair being pushed by Gary.

"Sasha has offered to take care of you" Joseph told him.

"She needs to work" he stated nonchalantly.

"Janet and the rest can manage without me" Sasha told him.

"For a boss who is so interested in a particular contract, you need to be at your office in order to supervise how things are going. If not, your investors will think you are lazy and will withdraw their commitment. I don't want my wife to be labelled as lazy" Michael commented looking at everybody.

"Oh dear, he is right" Angelica agreed.

"Okay then. We will do it this way, the nurse will stay with him in the morning and afternoon and Sasha will take care of him at night, how about that?" Vanessa asked.

"No need, the nurse will live in" Michael stated.

Vanessa and Angelica frowned "why will she live in? She can't be trespassing in your matrimonial room" Angelica commented.

"Yes" Vanessa agreed "since Sasha will be around, she won't be needed at night, so she will leave once Sasha is back. That's preferable."

Everybody looked Michael and he relented "fine."

They got home and the nurse reported to duty. Sasha watched as Michael let her attend to him, something he has never done to her. When the nurse asks him question, he answers with a smile and Sasha found herself growing jealous and depressed. The nurse left in the evening and as Sasha didn't leave for work that day, she just sat in the living room all through the day.

Michael was in the room, he was still sitting on his wheelchair, the nurse had offered to help him settle in the bed but he had discharged her saying it was too early. He sighed and wheeled himself to the bedside cabinet, he opened a drawer and brought out a cigarette case and a lighter, he wheeled himself to his balcony, brought out a cigarette stick and lit it, just as he brought it to his lips, he remembered what the doctor said, he has to stay off smoking for the main time because it will affect his healing, he groaned and threw the lit cigarette on the ashtray.

He stayed in the balcony for a while before going into the room, he decided to climb into the bed, but when he tried to get up, he couldn't, his back hurts the more he tried and he was already sweating profusely. He grunted when he felt a sharp pain in his waist at his next try and he gritted his teeth. His wife is downstairs, she can help him but he told himself he won't be dependent on her, if she won't love him then he won't let her know he loves her and also won't let her come close to him.

Just as he wanted to give up, the door opened and Sasha walked in carrying a tray with food, she placed the tray on the nightstand before turning to look at him, she can see his already drenched shirt and the pain on his face even though he was trying to hide it, seeing him beside the bed, she already knew what he wanted and her heart hurt, can't he call her to help him? Must he do everything himself? She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before saying to him "I made dinner, you need to eat so you can be able to take your medicine."