Nightingale Love

 As usual Serra Lu's bedside alarm rings at 5:20 am. She slowly opens her thin lashes-covered eyelids. Letting warm rays of sun engulfing her willowy figure and birds chirping filling her ears since it was spring.         She was thinking to lay still for more minutes. Suddenly, she realized Selim was home last night so she hurried herself to the bathroom. After getting ready she directly went to the kitchen to prepare him breakfast. At 7:15 she had finished preparing brekkie for him.       Then, she went to his room to look for his laundry since he doesn't like unwashed cloth once used. She takes special care of her steps as not to disturb him from his sleep. But there was nobody in the room, after hearing the running shower water sounds she realized he was in the shower. So, she takes a breath of relief which she had been holding without realizing.  Silently, she takes out the clothes from the laundry basket. She inhales the hypnotic scent of him that has failed to be unnoticed by almost every female in the "Amsterdam" especially his charm. Since he is the Golden Bachelor in the city as he is an heir to the most powerful family of the city with irresistible charm, a mesmerizing look of 6 feet height along a slender body, gentle, caring, and loving. Which girl with the right mind wouldn't want such a guy as their husband.      But the features like gentle, caring, and loving were not right words about him with Lu instead he was always a rude, coldhearted, and aggressive businessman who never cared about her feelings, pain, suffering. He only thought of her as a burden that has been given to him as an unwanted responsibility by his grandmother 3 years ago.    After doing laundry and other chores she has returned to her room hurriedly preventing herself from bumping in front of him as he hates her presence near or around him. She was reading booking while a maid summons her for the living area. Lu went there unknown about other hurtful words that Selim Kamaludim was about to bring. When she reaches there " who the hell came into my room" Selim growls like a fearful creature that takes the life out of Serra's body.  She slightly trembles and replied bowing her head like a criminal " I went there to look for laundry" "who allowed you to go in my room " Serra growls without mercy. This time Lu's tears are on the verge to flow down her porcelain cheeks but she manages to conceal them under her eyelids. " I'm sorry that won't happen next time, President " she replied timidly. Right now she wants to laugh at herself cause she has to call her own husband president and what's the worst, she is not allowed to enter his room, sleeping in the same room for them is like the return of dinosaurs on earth.   Selim does not know what to say since the feeling he felt is all messed up for him to understand. He was about to go upstairs "President there was a velvet box in your suit's pocket I'd kept it in your room coffee table" Lu says. Selim went upstairs without looking back.   A moment ago when Serra had found that box in his pocket she thought it might be for her but the way he just now behave with her the slightest hope she had was too far gone. In the past year, she had heard any news on TV, social media, newspaper of him dating many models and even presenting them expensive gifts. But for Serra gift is too farthing, not to mention that they haven't even had a proper meal together with her.