''GET OUT OF MY FACE , you can never be my wife I hate you did you get that i hate you i don't know what magic you did to my parents they never stopped talking about you ! Do whatever you want and don't bother me you are nothing but a gold digger''...
As the days go by, a whole month has passed without any sign of him. I haven't even received any updates about his well-being. This evening, I found myself sitting in the living room, scrolling through my phone and turning up the TV volume to fill the silence.
Since it's the weekend, I gave the housemaids the day off to rest. I took care of all the household tasks for today. In fact, I consistently request the helpers not to assist me with chores on a daily basis, preferring to handle things myself and organize my room according to my preferences by myself gives me good satisfaction.
As I was cooking dinner around eight in the evening, I played some songs on my phone and began preparing chicken, humming along to the tunes. Lost in the music, I didn't realize there was someone standing at the door until I heard a throat being cleared. I turned suddenly, shocked to see him—after a whole month, he had appeared. He just disappeared like that and had now reappeared, standing in front of me. He was still as handsome as ever.
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He raised his brow at me, and I felt a wave of uncertainty wash over me. I didn't know what to say or do around him after our last encounter. I stood there, frozen like a statue, afraid of saying something that might irritate him. The last thing I wanted was to make things worse.
I hadn't raised my head until I heard his voice. In a smooth tone, he asked, "Why are you cooking? Where is everyone else?"
Oh no, this is bad. I'm in trouble. If he finds out I gave them the day off, he'll be furious. What should I do now? He said again, "I don't like to repeat myself. So?"
I stuttered, managing to say, "I... I... I gave them the day off today, as I don't have much to do." It was a struggle, but I finally completed the sentence.
I didn't hear his reply immediately, and there was a palpable silence. I could even hear the slow raindrops outside. Then he finally spoke, saying, "Okay." He simply said okay and left. To say I was surprised would be an understatement.
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I realized how long I had been holding my breath, and finally, I took in a breath of fresh air. I continued with my cooking and decided to take a quick shower before dinner, heading upstairs.
After freshening up, as I descended the stairs, I noticed him in the living area by the glass window, engrossed in a phone conversation.
I proceeded to set the dining table, now facing the big question of how to invite him for dinner. Did he eat outside, or was he planning to eat here? I was unsure of what to do and how to start the conversation.
As I was lost in thought, he turned around and ended his call, and our eyes met. I found myself staring at him; he looked attractive in that black track and t-shirt.
He slowly looked down, and I suddenly became aware of what I was wearing. Oh no, how could I forget that he was at home.
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He quickly averted his eyes and started walking towards the stairs. Summoning some courage, I asked, "Dinner, did you have dinner?" He turned towards me, slowly walked back, and said, "I'll have it now," then proceeded to the dining area and settled himself.
I cautiously approached him and began to serve, but he stopped me and calmly stated, "I will help myself. You can sit and eat." I was surprised at how composed and cool he seemed. Today must be my lucky day, I thought. I sat down, served myself, and began to eat. From the corner of my eye, I could see he liked what I had made. I felt relieved seeing how much he was enjoying the meal. Thank goodness.
"I've resumed working at my dad's office," I told him, finding the courage to share. "I wanted to tell you earlier, but on that day you left for your business trip..." I spoke softly.
He finished eating by then and looked at me, waiting for me to continue.
"I hope that's okay with you," I said softly. He looked at me with a raised brow, and then he spoke, "You can do whatever you want unless it ruins my reputation. you'll stay low-key. And thanks for the meal. Don't take this as a sweet gesture, considering you gave the housemaids the day off, you're doing their job." After saying this, he left.
His words lingered in the air, leaving a sense of unease. I couldn't help but wonder about bitter he can get and how I could navigate this new dynamic.
