Married To The Gateman

1: Miscarriage

He hissed and turned away from the gate, feeling more aroused with anger as she kept honking aggressively at the gate. Or in other words, at him. What was wrong with this girl? Didn't she know that if she were to spend the night honking at him, no one in the world will make him open the gate for her? Not even his employer, which was sadly her father.

This time, when she honked he was sure it lasted for more than a minute, he hissed again and palmed his face out of exasperation, waiting for the worse. Because the worse had always come, and this time too, even before he exhaled, the door got banged open.

"Who the hell do you think you are, Mujaheed?! What have gone into your head?!" Those words were the first he heard, and as he always did, he didn't look up at her. It was a waste of time. Or rather, he wanted to suppress himself from smacking her or suffocating her throat until she lost her breath.

She moved to the bench he was seated on and stood above his head, her hands placed on akimbo while she glared at him. He didn't have to look up at her to know that she was glaring at him. She had always glared at him, always hated and he made sure he annoyed her and made her angry as much as she did to him every blessed day.

"What are you paid for?" She asked with an angry tone and he fixed his eyes on the small cup he was taking his night tea from. She hissed and looked away huffing out an angry breath. "Do you take me as a nuisance? How could I be speaking to you and you're ignoring me? I've been honking at you for over five minutes! What do you mean?!"

It had came to the place he always wanted, where she would point out the kind of person she was and everyday, unless it got to that point, he would never budge. And right now, she pointed it out he took his eyes off from his cup, "There you are, a nuisance. I thought you've long realized that no matter what you do, I won't ever open the gate for you the moment it pass 8pm at night?" He was talking so calm, with a voice rich with melody and sophistication. Which she sometimes found unnerving.

"What do you mean?" She clamored. "Do you perhaps take yourself as my father or what? To be this bossy whenever I want to go out?! That's none of your business, Mujaheed! Look, just go and open the gate for me. That's your job, a freaking gateman and you have no right to be questioning me like this! I've heard enough!"

He softly hissed and poured himself more of his black tea, she glared at the pot and prayed for the day she would break it, all along with his tea things as she called them. "What's the time now?" He asked, casually sipping his tea as though he wasn't doing a thing that go against his job.

She hated herself the moment she found herself lifting up her wrist and she checked the time, it was past 10pm at night. Yes, she was going out this late at night, but what the hell was his business?! Wasn't it his job just to open the gate and close? And to guard the house too? Who the hell was this man? And whatever gave him the effrontery to be acting this way, she would love to know or see it.

"It's past 10pm at night, go back inside unless but if you persist, you can as well open the gate yourself." He sipped his tea and ignored her standing figure above his head. He knew if she had the strength to, nothing could stop her from smacking his head so hard or even strangling him to death.

She hissed and glared at him even though she was sure it was only but a waste of effort. He didn't notice, and even if he did, he wouldn't mind. "Mujaheed, for the last time, open the gate for me." She said through gritted teeth, hoping for the day she would successfully get some bandits to deal with this bunch of arrogance.

How could a voice sound as sultry as hers did? And she was infuriated, a minute away from shouting her lungs out? Mujaheed wondered and hissed, this girl, lady or woman, because he wasn't sure how he should address her, irritated the veins in him. He hissed again and when he looked up, his eyes fell into her bloodshot eyes, the anger was evident.