Married At Nineteen

Chapter Four

I woke up the next morning to the warmth of my cozy bedroom but my eyes were still feeling lazy to open. The bright light from my window made me squint my eyes to prevent it from entering. I still laid tucked up under my blanket, feeling lazy to even stretch.

Finally I slowly uncovered my blanket and sat up on the bed, trying to get my hair out of my mouth but the strand would not just come out. I stretched my arms and neck then pulled myself lazily out of the bed. At least my head was at rest with all those jumbled load of thoughts last night.

As I was about to walk further, I accidentally stepped my leg on the bed sheets that clinged down from the bed, landing me on the floor.

"Argh! I hate this! " I exclaimed.

And from then, my heavy eyes got cleared of sleep. It was then I saw the true beauty of the bedroom.

"I've never stepped my feet in such a beautiful bedroom before." I thought to myself.

The room was exquisite and spacious. Almost everything in the room was brilliant white including the large bed. Anywhere, I never liked the idea of having my room painted white or white wallpapers or even having everything in my room white. I'm not a hygiene freak but I love my things well organised and clean too, not this excess.

Large curtains fell in orderly fashion which looked like it was made of silk-like material, I know nothing about fabrics, my bad. I just rolled my eyes as I pulled myself up. I shuffled towards the bathroom barefooted, yawning my way down. On opening the door to the bathroom, I softly gasped. It was so big, way bigger and wider than my bedroom back home. I just stared wide-eyed at the super clean bathroom.

"What in the world... This is total waste of money. " I said while walking into the bathroom.

The bathroom was so clean one could sleep there or even kiss the floor. There was a movable Jacuzzi right in the center of the bathroom. Gosh! What would I be using a Jacuzzi for? I don't even need one. Maybe Chris wanted it or maybe it is just part of decoration.

Just then I realized I was in actual life! Worse, in my husband's house. I promised myself I would not let him take over my life.

I remembered to brush so I went straight to the mirror, and on getting there, I couldn't look at myself.

" I look a mess.. Look at my hair! " I exclaimed

I woke up with a tousled hair and puffy face but thank God, no baggy eyes. At least I was blessed with that and even if there were any dark circles at all, that would be when I've overworked myself throughout the night without sufficient sleep. I'm dark in complexion but not that dark anywhere, I'm close to a tanned complexion. That's the problem, everyone in my family is light skinned except me, I hate it because I get compared a lot to my siblings by everyone.

I blew my hair dry even though it was fixed, I just like it. As soon as I opened the wardrobe , I saw marvalous things.
The wardrobe was segmented, each segment serving a purpose.

"How come I never saw this yesterday? " I asked myself. By the way, where are Chris 's clothing? If all these clothes were put here before, then where are his?

The wears really look expensive for my liking and I did not like them because none of them were what I liked, not really. My choice of dressing was a normal casual outfit. I loved sneakers, jackets, trousers and the likes - not that I disliked girly dressing, it's just that normal fits me more -as of what I thought.

I pulled a legging on and wore a turtle neck on top, then I tied my hair into a ponytail using a black ribbon. I made my bed and tidied my room before I left my room to the outside world.