Save my marriage

What the hell is wrong with you, Joyce? Adam screamed.
Can't a man just get some form of quietness in his own house. It's been three months since we got married, its always from one complain to the other.

Did you just raise your voice at me Adam? She asked in disbelief.
Joyce was born from a family everyone would tag "golden spoon." She had always had everything on her disposal before she knew how to pronounce her name. Adam was the first and only guy who swept her off her feet. He never knew she was his bosses daughter, till the rumour started going round that he was gold digger.

He almost ended the relationship for the same reason because he also thought Joyce thought the same of him, that may have been her reason for not telling him who she really was.

Fast forward back to reality, Joyce now has Adam as her husband but she's too protective of him. The ladies who worked with Adam made it really clear that they had their eyes on him.

Mr. Dowa, Joyce's father made her works in the company from ground up so she would know everything about the company. He felt his sons were a big disappointment. They enjoyed partying over working. So, he gave Joyce the best education he could afford which was alot. Joyce came back from canada and few weeks later she joined the company. She started from PR department and that was how she met Adam.

They married 2 years later. But Joyce couldn't overcome her insecurities she felt when they were colleagues. How ladies always brought lunch for Adam. He never had a friday to himself, if he wasn't hanging out with friends, a lady asked him out on a date. Those insecurities crept in.

Now, this day like any other day, Joyce raised her voice and Adam angrily stormed out of the house. To went to a hotel and paid for night, just to calm down and think of how to solve some work issues. Deep down he craved that quite feeling amd peace.

How i wish i can get this at home? He muttered.

He knew he couldn't sleep out because that would be him signing of his death. So after 5 long hours of peace, he journeyed back to the storm.

Where are you coming from? Where did you go? Joyce questioned as she sat in the sitting room waiting for his arrival. It was 9pm and past their agreed curfew time which was 8:30pm except for delicate situations.

I had a bad day at work, so i came back to our home to get have sometime to think. But you didn't give me that, like you always do. You treat me like one of your workers and not your husband. I know i work in your company, it can never be ours the way you make me feel. There is no special feeling i have because i see the way you treat others and that's exactly the same way you treat me.
So i lodged in a hotel, i just had the 5 best hours of quietness in three months.

The house was awfully quiet after this complaint from Adam. The fact that he said all this with a calm voice actually made Joyce more startled.

"I want to ask you a question babe" he didn't wait for her response and he asked all the way. "Do you want me to be a happy man?"

"Why would you ask me that? That's why i said yes to you when you asked me to marry. I want to make you happy for as long as you live." She replied.

"You answered my question with a nice tone. If you always talk to me with this tone and in respect. I will always run back home to you immediately after work. I never cheat on you and we will have a happy home." Adam voiced.

This attracted another form of quietness between the couples.

"Promise?" She asked.

"I promise" Adam replied.

Most times what we need to make a good home is nothing much. Just a listening ear could be enough.