My Husband, My Lover

Sometimes, I like to imagine that the world is upside down.

And I'm the only one that isn't.

Where do I go?

What am I looking for?

Am I your only one?

Why do you ask?

There's this one guy I interviewed for my novel…

His wife's been dead for three years but he still keeps her in her room.

Sounds weird to me.

But her body seems well-preserved.

He injects embalming fluid everyday to keep her that way.

And?

He dresses her up every day…

showers her with kisses…

What else?

Would you consider that real love or just obsession?

Or are those the same thing?

But how are they going to have sex

if one of them's already dead?

What then?

Do we need sex

for love to last?

All I know is humans need sex.

What kind of sex?

If the guy is on top, does that mean he's the dominant one?

Do sexual positions reveal something about the kind of relationship we have?

Load up those baskets on the tractor.

Good day, sir.

Domeng, make sure our deliveries are the best picks.

- Yes, sir. - Deliver it to Peping.

- Yes. - Thank you. Off you go.

You okay?

Of course.

Since I was a child,

my father had accustomed me to life on the mango farm.

When I get upset about something, I would come running here.

That's why the smell of mangoes is stuck on me.

It's so easy to hide among the trees.

Did you know that father loved telling me

about the legend of the mango?

There once was a boy named Ben.

Despite being poor,

whenever he saw someone in need,

he would help them and feed them.

But Ben died young.

As his parents grieved for him,

a fairy came along and asked for Ben's heart.

The fairy

buried Ben's heart at the foot of a mountain.

Not long after, it grew into a full-bodied tree from

which sprouted so many fruits in the shape of his heart,

all of them deliciously sweet.

It was at a dance when my mother told my father she loved him too.

This was their favorite song.

Is that why you dance well to this song?

They were always together, never leaving each other's side.

Then my father fell ill.

I was 23 then.

Soon after, mother got sick, too.

though the doctors couldn't find anything wrong with her.

They died at the same time and were buried together.

Hey babe!

- Hi! - How was your day?

Good!

Sir Edward's back on my case.

I swear I can't do anything right by him!

You hungry? Want me to fix something for you?

No thanks, I'm fine. But you know,

none of my team's presentations got approved.

I'm sick of his "Be creative! Think out of the box!"

He has to have a rating for everything!

Rate it one to five.

Oh, that's not enough, go five always!

You know it's exhausting.

He probably thinks I'm pulling ideas out of a hat!

That's enough. Come on, let me have a look.

Yes! I'm so lucky to have you.

Let me see.

What's your concept?

That's it. If Sir Edward still won't approve this,

I'll give him what he deserves.

- I love you. - I love you too.

I'm so proud of you.

I tell my officemates that my wife is a brilliant writer.

I know you can do it, too. You just need to believe in yourself more.

But you're my confidence. We're a team, remember?

Do I stink?!

No! You see, there's a theory on sex and smell.

Apparently, sniffing your partner has a positive effect on the relationship.

Really?

Is that true?

They say your partner's body scent gives you a certain sense of

security and comfort.

Let's give it a go.

My turn.

Love you.

Love you too.

Turn the camera on. I want to see you.

He might wake up.

I won't be able to sleep without seeing you.

Sorry, am I making too much noise?

No, I'm okay.

What are you working on?

Sometimes I don't know if I want to go back to vlogging

or online writing.

Babe. You can do this.

How many more interviewees do you need?

I've only got three,

and one of them won't give me permission to publish.

Even after the doctor and I already pleaded with her.

She's a woman in her mid-30's.

She had an unrequited love for a guy way back in high school.

So, after 20 years, the guy came back.

He courted her and they had a relationship.

It turns out, everything was just happening inside her head!

She just imagined the guy coming back.

After three years,

she thinks she's still living with her imaginary boyfriend.

Well, I guess, whatever makes her happy.

I'm sure that you're the father.

Noel and I have been trying for a baby for a long time.

His sperm count's low.

Thank you! I'm going to be a father!

What are we going to do?

It won't be long until he notices.

This could be the sign that you should leave him.

Dennis.

Don't worry.

We still have time to think about what to do.

Hey, babe! Your timing's perfect! Could you help me with this?

Okay.

Ah-- sorry, sorry.

Hello!

Hello.

What's that?

Are you putting on weight?

Of course not. I probably just ate too much.

Which is it?

I just forgot to put it on. I was in a hurry.

Is there something wrong?

So far everything seems to be okay with page one.

Not that.

With you.

Alice, I can tell when something's bothering you.

I'm alright.

You silly.

You're distracting me.

Sorry, sorry!

I put a lot of moringa leaves-- I hear it's good for the baby.

Let's eat!

Noel's getting suspicious.

He noticed that I wasn't wearing my wedding ring.

You're just being paranoid. Just eat.

Why is it so dark in here?

Have you had dinner?

Yes.

Want me to fix something for you?

Sorry I got home pretty late.

I notice you've been going out more often.

Not more than usual.

Where have you been?

An interview.

George referred a case. If you heard their story…

Come closer.

Look me in the eye.

Noel. What's going on?

Are you cheating on me?

Huh?

I said,

are you cheating on me?

Yes.

I'm just kidding. Can't you take a joke?

I didn't think you were joking.

Alice. Since when?

One year.

Look at me, Alice.

Look at me, Alice!

Every time you come home at sundown

or late in the night…

Why did you do it?

I don't know...

It doesn't matter. It just happened.

How did this happen, Alice?!

Do I know him?

No, you don't.

His name's Dennis…

His family has a mango farm.

I would buy mangoes from him and write about them.

I was vulnerable... I don't know! The air suddenly seemed so cold!

You had sex with him for a bunch of mangoes?

And then?

Tell me what happened, Alice!

How did it all start? When did you first have sex?!

- Did you hesitate? - No!

- Did he force himself on you?! - No, no! He was gentle!

A gentleman, huh.

- Is that why you let him screw you? - No, it wasn't like that.

I told you, he was very gentle.

Our lovemaking felt like a dance.

You let him screw you. You can't make that sound right.