Love Me or Leave Me ||SakuAtsu||

CHAPTER 1

I stared blankly at the remaining stuffs resting on the floor, still unpacked while I was seated here in my room for almost fifteen minutes, I think. I don't know where to put them so I just left it as it is and decided to clean the whole house first. It's been a week since I got married and moved into Sakusa Kiyoomi's household and I'm still not used to it. It feels weird.

I carefully wiped all the dust on every corner of the room, made sure the flooring is shiny and the furniture are in place. I do not like him to freak out when he spots even tiny dirt when he comes home from work later. I was worried about his germaphobia.

There's a big chandelier attached to the ceiling, a whole television set in the living room with glass table at the center, and Jade vases filled with flowers and other ornaments are displayed on top of the cabinets.

I went to the kitchen, only to find out that the meal I cooked for him remained untouched on the table.  I sighed as I put it aside. I'll just feed it to the stray cats later. It's nothing new anyway. I just thought he doesn't want to eat food that he didn't know about the ingredients.

For one whole week of my stay here, he completely ignores me like I don't exist. I was like a trash in his sight, unworthy of his time to even glance for a bit. But I'm used to it since my own family treats me like that. He never talked to me and he's been quiet so I'm afraid he might snap at me if I start a conversation with him. Our routine as newlywed couples is unusual; in most cases, couples would have been celebrating but what would I expect in this marriage set-up that we have? It was only forced and it's obvious that he hated this.

After I finished tidying the whole house, I decided to start fixing my things in the guest room. We're not sharing the same room since I know he's a germaphobe so I chose to stay here and he has no comment about it. He must have felt relieved not sharing a room with a trash. I bet his room smells like antiseptic and I guess he couldn't sleep without disinfecting all his things. Well, it's better anyway so I can move feely without feeling restricted.

The guest room has a full-sized bed with a soft futon that makes me comfortable when I sleep, there's also a bedside table with a cute cherry blossom-printed lampshade resting above it and a matte black computer desk attached to the white-painted wall. A space-saving closet is also attached to the wall, with a full-length mirror in front of its door.

The bathroom is twice the size of my old bedroom; there's a vanity table placed near the door. It was filled with grooming aids of different varieties and also cosmetics but most of them are expensive perfumes and lotions. I don't have many things here so it won't be cramped; only my clothes, some books that I loved reading, the literary pieces that I've written during bored times, my notepads and pens which are my prized possessions.

 
>>>TIME SKIP<<<

Three weeks passed and it's still the usual. He wouldn't eat the things I cook for him, he wouldn't talk to me and he wouldn't even glance at me. But despite all that, I still cook and I still greet him whenever I see him. I do all the household chores so he would be pleased when he comes home. I was busy watching a movie in the living room when I heard the door opened, an indication that he's back from work.

I'm already done cooking for dinner so all he's just going to do is eat. I quickly turned my head towards him and greeted him even though it felt awkward. If there's something good that my family taught me, that is to be polite towards others.

"Good evening, Sakusa-san." But I didn't hear a response from him and walk past me instead.

He must have hated me so much that he couldn't utter a simple greeting. I felt a pang of pain in my chest on his cold treatment towards me as I watch him walking to his room but I just kept my cool and I went back to watching. I waited for him to come out but he never did so I decided to eat by myself...again. Doesn't he like to eat stewed chicken? Darn, it's only chicken. What's so bad about it?I felt a tear escaped from my eye but I quickly brushed it off and washed the dishes before I marched in to my room. This is sad, isn't it?

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Felt bad for not updating this. I kinda got busy on my other acc. Hope this story still has readers. Sorry for the grammar mistakes. Anyway, keep safe always...