Love Under the Hut

CHAPTER 4

Dear Sweet Layla,

Before my marriage to your mother, she didn’t know me very well. It is thanks to a strong will to make things work no matter what that we stayed together.

Your mother was only 16 back then, and I was 25. She was young and childish.

But she could bake, and she has tremendous baking recipes which inspired us to open a bakery. We had to do the hard work that we should have done earlier in life, even before we started dating. 

After you were born, we had too little money.

Mama sold her favorite necklace which grandma gave to her before she died. We used that money to buy tools. Then, I built the bakery.

By that, I realize that through the hard journey of our lives together, we discovered what’s inside us that makes us think what we think, feel what we feel, and do what we do. 

We never leave each other's side.

And, I know I was married to the right woman. 

You have scars because of the way our culture is talking to you, shames you, envy your beauty and your kind heart, with tremendous pressure, they keep telling you who you are and what you should do.

You may have been forced into this but remember,                                 

ALL BEAUTIFUL THINGS TAKE TIME.                                                                                                                                                                                     

Layla,                 

To be able to give to him or receive from him, you will need to know how to give yourself.

To forgive him, you will need to know how to forgive yourself first.

You will be happy.  You will find love along your journey...                                                                      

                                                                                                                                                       With love,

                                                                                                                                                              Papa

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Days pass by.

Everything gets pretty boring and lonely.

My husband tries to talk to me.

I ignore him. He often sends me a bouquet every Friday in front of my room door.

My favorite roses or sometimes sunflowers.

One is, I will throw it away or leave it and untouched. He loves me.

Every time he goes to bed, he makes sure I have a blanket and I am covered properly.

Yes, we sleep in separate rooms.

Somewhere far away from him.

I will never open my eyes to look at him at any cost.

One fine night, my boredom hit me badly, and I couldn't sleep at all. I peeked out of the window and saw what a lovely cherry field my husband has.

And there was a lovely hut in the corner of the field. Beside it, there is a lake.

I wonder what it looks like a closer.

I wanted to go and take a look at it, but I don't want to see my husband's face.

So, I decided to sneak out in the middle of the night. When everyone was asleep, I stole away in the night.

"Come on, you silly girl! Run…"

I was so happy.

The freezing cold night.

The wind was piercing the arrows.

The stars were a blanket over the earth.

The huge open field drives me away.

It was so blissful and heart-whelming.

For the very first time in my life ever since I was married, I feel so happy. I loved it.

I was running around the field with my bare feet, screaming and dancing.

Just when I was having it all to myself, it started to rain.

"Oh no! I need to get to that hut! Get to the hut, you stupid lazy pig! Run, Layla!"

The field was muddy, and I struggled to get to the hut. I sat inside, and the rain was beating on the roof like somebody was throwing stones at me.

My hair was wet and my silky nightgown, which only has a very thin layer of cloth, sticks on my skin. I did not wear any inner.

I thought nobody would be here at this hour.

Due to the wetness, my pink panties, and my... my chest! My n*****s were jutting out through my nightgown. It was dark brown, and my white dress was crystal clear!

Yes, I know I am a white-skinned girl.

Not really sure what mixed up in my gene, but my areola is dark brown and almost similar to black. But it fits perfectly to my chest.

For a second, I was thinking to myself.

I am naked with a dress on.

Oh God, please stop the rain so that I could go back to my room.

Oh, dear… I look too seductive now.

Well, at least nobody is there.

My legs were dirty, and I slipped out of the edge of the hut and longed for my legs to get my feet wet, so those dirty duds would go away.