Ophelia ( A story about a love process ) ( COMPLETE ) ( EDITING )

Chapter 8 - Housewife

When I woke up this morning , I found my self in a strange place , strange bed , and strange smell. Sure , the interiors were quite similar with what I have back at home , but it’s still feel different. When I looked at my finger , and saw the ring ,the realization hits me , it is true it is not a dream, that I married Rosalind and now we live in the same place together.

My eyes feels so sore , after Rosalind walked out from the room , I have cried until I fell asleep. I think it was loud enough , even Rosalind in the other room could hear it but done nothing about it. So much for a person who doesn’t want to make me cry , but then even if she did try to console me , the pain in my chest wouldn’t be gone , eating me alive.

I started to miss my home , my parent, Portia , my flowers , all the things about it.

Sighing ,I walked out from my room. When i suddenly sniffed some burn thing from the kitchen , I immediately approached . There she is , my wife cooking in the kitchen.

“Good morning !”.She smiled so brightly , even the sun light on her background couldn’t compete with it. “Come here , have a breakfast.”

I looked at the almost burn toast on the table , noted that she cannot cooks. But I’m so hungry , I think I will be fine with this now.

On our deal , we also have decided that we won’t have honeymoon kind of thing. Since it’s forced marriage anyway , why waste money for a vacation that we won’t enjoy.

I noticed that she already in her gray blazer and matching skirt.“Are you working today ?”.I asked taking a bite of the toast. It’s too dry…

“Yes , I will be back at 4 . Are you…ok being home alone ?”. I always be alone even in my real home.

“I’m not a kid , I can take care of my self.”.She gave me a small smile before staring intently at my eyes. She knew I’ve been crying. “What ?”

She shook her head then sit in front of me. “Nothing . I’m just…feel so glad that the first person I will see everyday is you Ophelia.”

How boring your life will be. A thought suddenly came to my mind about last night.

“Why you stopped ?”.With her toast halfway to her mouth , she turned to look at me. “Isn’t that what you want ? To make me yours..fully.”

She put her toast then place her palm on my hand. “I won’t do it , if you don’t have the same feeling and don’t want me to do it. I will respect your consent.”. If only she can respect my consent for not marrying her too.

She finally took a bite of her toast then froze tasting her own poison. “It’s too dry.”.I nodded. “I’m sorry , don’t eat it . I’ll call for delivery.”

“It’s too late. Just don’t cook if you cannot do it. I will.”

“You can ?”. She seemed surprised , like it’s very uncharacteristic of a spoil brat like me to be able to cook.

“I went to a girls school , believe me they still have traditional mindset to teach girls to be a good housewife.”

She smiled again with a hint of pride this time. Praising my school in her mind maybe.

“Anyway..”.She suddenly reached to her bag then pull out some stuffs. “This is the spare key to the apartment , this is my credit card if you want to buy something , I only have one car though so if you want to go somewhere you can call for taxi , and this is my card and i often have official meeting ,there’s my office number too if you couldn’t reach me..".She eyed me again with worry. "You ..sure you’ll be okay at home alone right ?”