Dairy of a psychopath

New bond

Aneesa

Abdulrazaq woke me up for my subhi prayer, I sat there praying that my life won't be a miserable one and hoping that I didn't make the worst mistake of my life by marrying this man who doesn't have any emotion. 

 I finished and was about to get up when he came into my room 

"good morning" 

"morning how are you feeling?" His deep voice asked, I hun replying with a short "better"

"here take this..." He hands me the painkiller I thank him downing it and a glass of lukewarm water 

"no need, go back to bed" he turned and left my room closing the door behind him. I went back to bed hoping that by the time I woke up I will probably feel better. 

I woke up with the headache gone, I pad my way downstairs and abdulrazaq was not there, he must be tired so I'm sure he's sleeping. I fixed myself a cup of hot tea and ate it with the doughnut ammal bought the pervious day. I arranged the living room neatly because it was in a mess, pillows everywhere and the chairs were out of place. I went back upstairs before taking my bath and going downstairs to fix abdulrazaq something to eat, I cooked white yam and eggs sauce with sausages.

I walked upstairs and knocked on his door, I wanted to tell him breakfast was ready, I knocked for a while before he finally opened the door. He was still wearing his pj's. he looked down at me cause he was a lot taller than i was, He stared at me with sleepy eyes and asked " what's wrong?"  I cleared my throat before answering with " it's 1:30pm and your breakfast is going to get cold" he groaned before he answered with "I'll be right there " He closed his door and I made my way downstairs to the living room and switched on the TV , Hwarang was on. I squealed in excitement, I've heard about the drama and I wanted to watch it so bad and I'm Finally going to. 

After what seems like forever he came downstairs wearing a navy blue V-neck shirt and black jeans. He went straight into the kitchen and came out with a plate of food, he sat next to me watching it with his eyebrow raised. 

"what is this? Chinese?" His ugly, racist self asked "no its Korean" I deadpanned 

"I can't watch this, it's not my kind of thing" I plead with him but he still wouldn't allow me to watch it, I didn't know when I pouted. he started laughing so hard, I stared at how handsome he looked when he was laughing , I wish he laughed often

"God OK I've laughed enough for a week" his emotionless face was back like he was laughing a minute ago, He stood up and walked into the kitchen to drop the plate. 

He came back out and lay down on the couch. 

"so do you even understand the language ?" He mocked with a smirk 

"of course I spent 7 years of my life watching it so I know how to speak it." He just nod 

"OK fine I'll watch this Chong ling ling or what ever it's called." He mumbled 

"that's so racist. It's hwarang, and most of the actors are actually really good." I hiss at the asshole who had no self respect for art "OK as you wish." His idgaf expression pissing me off more.