The Politician's Wife

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The following morning Angelina jolted and awoke to the smell of something burning. She rushed her feet breaking into a sprint downstairs, fighting off the dizziness of getting up too fast. she used her shirt to cover her nose as the smoke thickens the closer she got to the source, she froze in between steps at the threshold of the kitchen doorway.

The view of Daichi in an absolute panic trying to defuse the small fire he set, froze her as the expression on his face was so abnormal to her. The blaring alarm of the smoke detector snapped her out of her dazed state, she rushed to the windows opening them. Daichi in turn disabled the smoke detector or smashed it worked either way in his opinion.

"What were you even doing!" she scowled.

The caused male in question turned his head in the other direction in embarrassment, the tips of his ears turned pink as he rub his index finger a telltale of him being shy or embarrassed.

"I was trying to make breakfast" he whispered, still avoiding making eye contact with the green-eyed female.

Angelina's expression soften a fraction as a sigh escaped her lips, focusing her gaze on the source of her near heart attack. Whatever it was wasn't edible nor pleasing to the eyes that's for sure.

'I'd give him his props for even trying that's for sure'. she thought looking back at the older male.

But one thought kept reappearing at the forefront of her thoughts ' Did he even know how to cook, or was he somehow distracted by something '.

Daichi not being able to cook just didn't seem right in Angelina's perception of the guy, to her he gave off that well-versed type of aura of a person that picks up quickly on things, or maybe how she reads people was broken it wouldn't be the first time.

At this point, Angelina has been staring at Daichi trying to which was right without blinking, which was making him self-conscious, he faked coughing turning his head further away to hide the flush slowly spreading across his face.

"How about this I'll make breakfast, and we both forget you almost burnt the house down" she teased.

"That would be most appreciated" he replied curtly, frustrated with the slit wobble in his voice.

Angelina hummed in response as she busied herself rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator to make something fast. her hands brushed over the coffee jar then paused, and she looked over her shoulder to her new roommate.

"How do you like your coffee?" she asked shaking the coffee jar in her hands showing her findings.

"Black no sweetener just sugar should be fine" he answered, disposing of his failure.

Angelina's face scrunched up at his response, she knew he preferred it dark but not like this yet not surprised. When Daichi glanced at her from the corner of his eye to get a glimpse of her expression the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly.

'Isn't that bitter?' she asked herself as her hands busied themselves with food preparations.

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After preparing a simple breakfast, they both took their dishes to the table on the patio through the back door. Angelina basked in the sun of the early morning taking in the scenery surrounding her, it was even more mythical-like than yesterday's view she got from the window.

"Wish I'd stayed in the countryside like Mama said" she broke the silence.

"I grow up here" he responded, sipping his coffee and refocusing his gaze on the vase forest before them.

"You're saying that this place where we just happen to be staying at is your hometown?"

She looked at him suspiciously raising a sculpted brow at him as a way for him to explain himself. He rubs the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his ever-so-passive face.

"This is actually my cabin" he spoke, avoiding eye contact with her.

The grip on Angelina's mug tightens as her face adorns a glare at the uncomfortable male. So not only did Rayon send her away to somewhere most likely an isolated town, he even made it so that she was living with a man she only met a few weeks ago. It's really opening her eyes to how much he valued her.

'So he left me here with the excuse of buying groceries, to push the cleaning onto me.' she thought as her gaze narrowed even more to her hypothesis.

"Did you leave me here to slave away cleaning your house?" she asked, staring at him intensely.

"No, absolutely not I wouldn't even dream of it, I didn't even expect you to lift a finger" he responded honestly.

He honestly couldn't believe his eyes when he walked through the door yesterday to a spotless house. He was full well ready to take on the task of cleaning while she slept because he knew she was emotionally drained hours prior to coming to the cabin together. He saw it all, heard it all when she cried in her sleep on the drive over, he pitied her, yet he couldn't bring himself to look at her like a kicked dog. He couldn't, it wasn't his place nor would cuddling her give her any room to grow.

In truth, he wanted to make her breakfast as a way of saying thank you for her hard work yesterday because he found it hard to express himself, but the whole meal as a thank you thing didn't go as planned. She ended up doing that too, made him even more frustrated with himself.

"Was this his idea?" she questioned, glancing at him from the firm of her mug.

He pick up at her subtle hint rather quickly, he stared at her thinking of the best way to respond. She looked somewhat neutral when she asked but the look in her eyes gave her away easily, those eager yet hesitant green eyes, wanting to know the answer yet knowing they wouldn't be able to handle the harsh truth of reality. That want to hold on to a fantasy that's flickering through her grasp rapidly.

There was no other way to answer than being bluntly honest to a person still trying to grasp onto a fairy tale.

"He told me to bring you somewhere, he wasn't aware of and this place was the only one I could think of" he spoke bluntly, staring at her form intensely.

At those words, her hold on the mug tightened ever so slightly, as somehow her ever-so-striking forest eyes dulled in color. Better to hurt now rather than later.

"I see" she turned facing the woodland.

'why do I still try to grasp onto air" she thought frustratingly.'

'Love really is a twisted curse, like a double-edged sword.'

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