To say that marrying Freen wasn't as hard as it is not is a lie. Ever since Freen and I got married we haven't had a good atmosphere. She treat me like an air, like I don't exist, like she doesn't know me. We live in one roof, but we are millions apart. We both are distant from each other. I only carry her surname but that's it.
I am her wife, but to her I don't even exist.
Freen had a girlfriend before. It was her first love. They both look so inlove and so good together, not until her ex found it about the marriage. They fought so hard, I saw how Freen break down the moment the love of her life left her. I can hear her sob all night making me want to call off the wedding but I can't. I can't call it off because of that stupid will. So I watch Freen slowly changed herself. I watch her break out her walls, and I watch her built it higher again. So high that I can't even reach it.
I know she tried fixing her relationship. I know how hard she tried to win it back,but she can't do anything about it. Because I came in the picture. I became the unexpected intruder. And after that Freen always blame me about that.
And all I could do is accept that, swallow my pride and pay no ears in everything she said.
"Good evening Becca." P'Sabrina welcomed me with her biggest smile the moment I step into the house. She is our helper's daughter, she is three year older than me.
"Good evening P'Sab. Is Freen already home?" I asked.
"No Bec, I thought you two came home together?"
"Ah no, you know we don't get along."
"Oh yeah I forgot." She replied sheepishly.
"Oh, what is that?" I asked pointing at the pile of papers placed on top of the table. It was so thick, like a whole five dictionaries put together.
"Oh I forgot to bring that upstairs, a delivery came earlier. He said that's for Freen. I don't know what that is but I guess that's students records."
"Oh okay. Let me help you with that."
"No Bec, it's my work."
"I can do it Phi. Don't worry. Just sit and relax."
I took the pile of papers from the table and direct went upstairs to put it on Freen's room. And fortunately, it wasn't lock. Gosh, I thought it's lock. She always keep it lock like i'm gonna steal something from her.
As I placed the papers on her bedside table, I notice her some pile of clothes messily scattered on her bed.
"Are you that in a hurry to make your room look so messy?" I mumbled. Freen is always neat and tidy, but I don't know what she did why her room looked like it has been rummage.
I fold her clothes and slowly put it inside her closet. Her closet was so tidy, everything is in order. Her clothes are properly arrange from gray to white to dark and many more minimal and neutral colors. Her clothes are mostly dark and dull, you can't find any bright colors in her clothes like the world take away her sunshine.
I close the closet and was about to head out when my eyes notice something. A frame that is facing down. It's the only frame that has been upside down among every frame in Freen's room.
"Should it touch her things?" I asked but I guess I have no choice but to fix it. But when I took the frame my heart ache from the sight.
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