Slow hesitant steps walking towards the neighbors home, Z could hear her loud heartbeat clearer than the rain that's beating her umbrella.
She considers to walk away in other direction, towards any motel around or perhaps to her maternal family but her husband needs her help.
He can't function without her presence , he says. Was that supposed to make her feel better ? All she ever did was making his living convenient.
She was never asked about her ambition, dreams , not even what she wants to do in her life. They self assumed that money and luxury is what she needs, she should consider herself lucky to have opportunity to be his bride , her mother in law would often say with proud.
Swarm of butterflies erupts in her stomach when she rings the doorbell , standing at the door, clutchi
