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last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2024-03-22 08:36:45

Lily was determined not to give up because she was concerned that if he went to bed empty-stomach, he might become ill. She also noticed that he's getting skinnier which made her more worried and she unknowingly blamed herself for it.

She went towards him and held his arm before he reached the stairs trying to stop him.

"Zared, you-"

"WHY CAN'T YOU JUST LET ME LIVE?!, EVERY TIME I WAKE UP, I NEED TO SEE YOUR DISGUSTING FACE, EVERY TIME I COME FROM MY OFFICE EXPECTING TO TAKE SOME REST, YOU START IRRITATING ME. JUST STOP IT.YOU. ARE. NOT.MY.WIFE. STOP ACTING LIKE MY F*CKING WIFE"

He shouted and yanked her hand.

She was frightened by his action ,tears started forming in her eyes as she processed what he just said. It was never unknown to Lily but it was just hard for her to hear it from him in this clear words, to accept it, to accept that this was the reality.

"I'm-I'm sorry" Lily said with a trembling voice, trying not to break down.

"Your sorry won't do a damn thing, I would appreciate it if you just minded your own business ,just go get a life, and for God's sake, stop bothering me with your 'eat your dinner' 'Have your breakfast' and stuff, you're not my mom and not my wife. Just stop testing my patience and let me be. This is the last time I am asking you politely; remember, the next time I need to tell you this, it will not be a polite request, but something you will regret for the rest of your life, believe me."

Lily was scared of him, she was scared after hearing him say 'this polite request' she couldn't imagine what would be next if this is what he called a polite request. She was too frightened.

"I'm sorry, I just-I just care about you...I just don't want you to be bothered or annoyed, but it's just that-that, I want you to be healthy and have your m-meals on t-time, I was just wor-worried fo-"

"Shut up please, will you? Don't start with the 'but I love you' drama. I don't need your love and I'm capable of taking care of myself,so you can get lost and humbly try not to show your face to me again."

He left and went to his room.

'Am I nothing to him?

Did he not accept me as his wife yet?

After all I've done for him,why is everyone like this to me? ' Lily thought to herself, asked herself once again, drowning in her pool of doubts and thoughts thinking it was her fault, her fault again.

She sobbed uncontrollably as she ran to her bedroom. She cried and cried and cried and didn't realise when drifted to sleep, she was tired and lacked rest, it didn't take her much time to fall asleep.

Her eyes opened, the first thing she did was glance at the clock. It was 2am, the time when Zared works in his study, this was her first thought after waking up, after he said, what he did, she was still thinking about him. She got up to make coffee for him, still afraid of him but not at all in the mood for giving up.

She gives him coffee everyday at this hour, sometimes he doesn't accept it and sometimes he drinks it subconsciously busy in his work.

She went inside his room and then raised her hand to knock on the door but decided to just open it. There he was, with the warm light shining on half of his face, making his side profile appear surreal. She made her way towards him and stretched her hand holding coffee towards him.

"Zared, Your coffee"

He took off his glasses and turned his whole body towards her instead of just his face.

"Did I ask you to bring it?" He asked with a blank expression.

"No, but you-"

"That's it , If I didn't ask for it, I don't need it. I'll do it for myself when I need it,you can go?"

"But Zar-"

Zared: "Go.away," he said and turned his chair towards the table again wearing his galsses back and continuing with his work.

"At least-" Lily said while moving the coffee mug closer to him

"I SAID I DON'T WANT IT!!!!!!!"

He shouted while yanking her hand away which caused the mug to slip from her hand, the hot coffee stung the back of her right hand and the mug smashed into pieces as it touched the floor.

"URGHH!!! "

Zared picked his laptop up and left the room frustrated, leaving Lily alone. The burn didn't hurt Lily like this action of Zared did.

She forgot her hand was burnt, she fell down on her knees breaking down in tears. She was more than hurt seeing Zared leave while she was here in so much pain in front of him.

She wiped her tears and started to collect the broken mug's pieces while sobbing when accidentally one of them made a cut on her hand at the same spot on which the coffee was spilled making her whimper more.

She was a crying mess and once again, she had no one around to witness her anguish, no one that would take care of her, no one to worry about her, no one to ask her if she was okay or if it was hurting... no one...

She picked up the mug's pieces and set them aside in the dust tray, accepting the situation before going to the restroom to wash her hands. She applied cold cream on the burn and then a band-aid, still sobbing. She has learned to take care of herself because she has never had someone else do these tasks for her.She was not used to it and should not be, even though she has been doing this since she was a young child.

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