𝙁𝙐𝙎𝙃𝙄 | 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒

19

(name) consciousness forces her eyes to open and feel fushi's side empty. After yawning and stretches her body, she quickly fold the futon she used and starts her day by going to the bathroom to wash her face.

Kitchen is the second destination, better take an appetizing breakfast before working your body for whole day. Pyoran ate too much of the meal while gugu was complaining. Fushi were eating silently, watching the scene infront. (name) take the available seat beside gugu before she deliver a smile to fushi from across.

“what're you gonna do today, fushi?” she started a conversation, biting the fresh vegetable. argument between gugu and pyoran in the background.

“washing our clothes and watching the store, what about you?”

“well, i'd like to take a rest in hunting and…”

“i'm planning on helping you today.” she blurted, noting the activites she wants to try while spending time with fushi. she just hopes no one would ruin their time together.

…

(name) would watch fushi stitching something she couldn't figure out, then back to her embroidery. she decorated the green handkerchief she bought yesterday with fushi's name written in calligraphy. she was just finishing it by stitching a small heart beside fushi's name. then she'll give it to him at the end of the day or tomorrow night. she keeps glancing at fushi to see if he saw what she stitches on the green handkerchief. then covering it if he glances back and hiding it behind her.

though she felt like she has forgotten something, every memory she had with fushi from the first time they met was still clear in her mind. the past of the stimuli— the current body— was forgotten.

it was for the better; not remembering the hurtful past of (name). how she experienced the brutality and cruelty of people, the feeling of guilt for surviving alone and the loneliness she felt before she encounter the sphere and took her as its stimuli.

then outside, a sound of halting carriage with neigh of horses has disturbed their enjoyment. (name) and fushi's brows were furrowed as they wait for the visitor to come out of the carrier. the wait is making (name) nervous.

“what the...” (name)'s eyes twitches as she saw the confident man steps out the carriage. (name) repeated curse words in every different language she knows inside her head. fushi saw and feel the annoyance in her face, he examine the guy who he believes is the one that keeps asking (name)'s hand for marriage.

just from the high quality of the guy's clothes, you could easily tell that he belongs to a wealthy family. so why is he interested of marrying a random orphan girl?

“there's my wife!” davon greeted with a biggest grin as he enters the small shop, stretching its arms as if the girl he calls wife will excitedly embrace him. disappointment were written in his face when he saw (name)'s glare.

“woah, i see you're not happy that your husband has arrived.” he faltered, his arms falling beside him.

“why are you here?” (name) hissed, balling her fist. “am i not allowed to visit my wife?”

ah sugar honey iced tea, here we go again.

“i am planning on buying you to become my lovely wife.” he has the sickening face (name) hates to remember.

-tbc