I rotated inside the room while jumping like a child. It was the end of the week since our wedding, and I haven't seen his face. He said his bow and even promised to be the best husband...ever! But damn it! I mean, his definition of “the best husband is giving me incomparable anger!"
He assigned a maid to bring my necessities up here. But that maid was prohibited from talking to me. All I knew was her name, and it was Amia.
Amia is a good person; I can sense that. She's really a pro in terms of cleaning and giving services to me. It just saddened me that she's not allowed to talk to me.
I grabbed the pillow and covered it on my face, and then I shouted at the top of my lungs, releasing the feeling of devastation that this f*****g marriage gave to me.
“Happy f*****g life of a married
