The Wedding

I trembled when the wedding ring was attached to my ring finger. The sound of loud applause was heard, some of them cheered happily watching my wedding, without them knowing that I was married because I had to. My eyes were glazing at the diamond ring on my finger, and a whispering voice from the man was heard in my ear. "This ring, only a tie for you. Become my slave, "said the spokesperson. I raised my head, glared at the man, who is now legally my husband.

"I should have disapproved of this marriage," I replied, feeling insulted by the look in my husband's eyes. I have only known a man named Raka Albert for one month, a man who is for some reason I like him even though I only hear his breath. He grabbed my arm roughly. "You see your parents? They smiled happily to see me marrying you, without them knowing that you will only be my shadow wife," said Raka firmly.

Unconsciously I turned towards my parents, my Mom's eyes fixed on me with threatening language. This marriage is just a subtle way for Mom to kick me out of the house. My Mom's sharp gaze seemed to say, do what I want, or you will die in my hands. My Mom played a huge role in this forced marriage. I lowered my head in fear, feeling intimidated even though I only glanced at my Mom's almond-sliced ​​eyes.

The wedding party passed.

I sat there, lazy. I still wear the wedding party dress intact. I haven't removed the make-up on my face even though the night is getting late. My eyes stare at the scenery outside the window. The view of London city at night looks beautiful. The light from the city view is like a star on the mainland "huh, I ended up here, and my poor life doesn't seem like it will end," I sighed sadly.

BRAKKKKKKK,,,,,

Suddenly the sound of the bedroom door slamming broke my daydream. I immediately stood there, shocked to see Raka kissing a woman. The woman looks eager to return Raka's kiss. I felt like I fell from a very tall building. "Raka," I shouted angrily. How can my husband kiss another woman before my eyes on our wedding night? The woman wore a fairly tight red dress with the back of her back exposed.

No matter how I shouted, Raka and that woman were even more immersed in their kiss. Raka even pushed the woman until she fell onto the mattress. The woman stroked Raka's head and gave aggressive movements, and enjoyed the passion they felt. "Stop, you bitches" I shouted even louder. I took the flower vase that was on the table and slammed the vase on the floor.

Suddenly Raka stopped and turned to look at me. My body was shaking with excessive anger. My eyes were teary-eyed at Raka. "Oh honey, I didn't know she was here. You make me complacent too much," said the woman, fixing her dress and wiping her messy lipstick stain. The woman smiled arrogantly at me and walked away.

Raka slowly approached me, staring at me closely. That night I felt entitled to protest. I feel allowed to be angry because Raka is my husband. I thought Raka would apologize when he saw the tears running down my cheeks. All I need is an apology from the mouth of my husband. But what I received was beyond my expectations.

Raka grabbed my arm and pushed my body hard enough that I screamed in pain. I feel my body numb receiving treatment from Raka "who are you? What is your right to bother me? Who are you to yell at me and make a mess, huh?" snapped Raka. I still couldn't believe Raka's response that I received. My body which was still shaking violently, acquiring all these shocks, made me just silent.

Not satisfied with one push, Raka grabbed my arm again and pushed my body back roughly until I fell to the floor. "Damn, woman, just because I married you in front of everyone. Then you act as if you are my real wife ?. Amara looks like I have to make you wake up from your dream," snapped Raka.

Raka came out of the room just like that. There are no sad eyes from Raka for me. I was helpless and resignedly accepted all this. "Arghhhhh," I shouted frustratedly, buried in my tears. I cry over my imperfect life. I thought getting out of that house would make me happy. I even fell in love when I saw Raka's smile.

But what I received was no lighter than my past suffering. is my life just a joke?

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I woke up immediately when they poured water on my face. My breath shortness sees the circumstances around Raka, two servants and Raka's assistant whom I know named Jonathan stood in front of me. I spent a long night with tears in my eyes, falling asleep tired on the floor. "This kind of woman I marry doesn't value time at all. Are you late to wake up? Is this the habit in your house?" snapped Raka angrily.

I immediately stood up and lowered my head wistfully. "I'm sorry," I said. Raka chuckled, annoyed, and asked the maid to clean the floor of the room. He just walked away after dousing me with a bucket of water. "I'm sorry, My Lady, please come this way to clean yourself," said a maid. With sad steps, I followed the servant.

I chose to sit on the balcony of the living room. The glass is wide enough to show the city view in the daytime. "I didn't expect I will see a city view, from the most luxurious building in this city. do I deserve to be here? "I complained. I remembered that time again—the time when Mom forced me to get married.

Flashback On. At Amara's house

"Does this make sense? Why did Amara get married suddenly like this? Mom? Are you sure of your decision? "Deliana protested. she is my younger sister, but of course, the fact that Deliana is not my biological sister is known only to my mom, dad, and me. Peter chuckled irritably. He was also my brother, but not my real brother either. Deliana and Peter, I can say as my step sister and brother Why?

At 11 years old, I accepted a truth that was hard to swallow. Until now, when I was 24 years old, I could never forget that incident, how my mom screamed after whipping me so hard. The only little mistake I made was breaking my mom's favorite plate, and I received punishment for the whole day.

My mom said that I was the child of an affair with a woman's dad. I learned this truth when I was 11 years old. The woman ran away and left me and made Dad take care of me. My father is respected as the third most prosperous businessman in this city. My mom loves money and her pride. Of course, she is forced to take care of me even though I have to endure my mother's torment every day.

Pain and I are like friends. I can't do whatever I want, and I can't even go to college like other girls. I was locked up in the house, playing with my violin and piano all the time in the room.

My mother fiercely opposed it, and it left me feeling only from school to high school. The rumors circulated fast. They say I'm a crazy woman who screams for no reason. But they don't know what happened to my eyes, don't know what I saw. They don't know what terrible things I saw with my eyes.

I was forced into marriage to a man I had only known for a month. The man from the wealthiest family was ranked first in this city. In the end, it's just Mom's way of kicking me out of the house, dumping me only to meet new suffering even though mom is hiding behind the words 'for my good.'

Flashback off, Living room balcony

"My Lady, I'm coming," said someone who made me wake up from my reverie. A woman with short neck-length hair, when she smiles, her lips curl into acute. "Are you Jane ?. You're the personal assistant that Raka told me? "I asked carefully. Jane nodded her head firmly "yeah. I will take care of you from now on, "she replied.

I exhaled heavily. I never had bodyguards before. Only Deliana and Peter have personal assistants because Deliana is in college and Peter works as CEO in his office. While me ?. I was locked up at home. That's why I don't feel like I have bodyguards.

In this city, having a bodyguard proves your dignity. Not just anyone who can have bodyguards. "How old are you?" I asked. Jane smiled "25 years, My Lady", she said. I was shocked to hear that the age is only one year different from mine. "You are older than me. Have you been working for Raka for a long time? "I asked.

"I've only been working here for two years. And I am happy to be your personal assistant. You have the right to rule me. "Said Jane. The atmosphere was awkward for me. I nodded my head "alright. However, rather than bodyguards, it would be better to bond between us like friends. I've never had friends before." I let out a long sigh. My eyes turned back to the scenery outside the window. The first snow began to fall. It looked beautiful in the sky.

Without being noticed, the sun has been replaced by the moon. I don't do much today. Raka sent a message to me and insisted that I stay in my room. "I'm so bored," I complained.

"Do you want something? I'll bring it for you, "Jane asked me. I thought for a moment and suddenly wanted to eat chocolate-flavored ice cream with a sprinkling of almonds. Jane complied with my request and walked away. I took the laptop and turned it on. Search for my favorite movie site and start selecting the movies I want to watch.

Again I was shocked by the sound of the door to the room that slammed "where is that bitch? You look like a damn bitch" said a woman and immediately slapped me, grabbed my hair, and beat me again without being able to avoid "who are you" I shouted in despair receiving the pain of the slap.