“Miss, come here!” My husband pointed at me “Why are you still sitting there, come over and help me get dressed!” Those were his first words to me. The voice is very thin, not deep, masculine like his cousin's voice.
Frightened, I stepped closer, trembling to help him get dressed. This is a job that I have never done before.
When he was belting him, he suddenly put his arm around my waist, I startled, took a deep breath, instinctively pushed his hand away.
"Are not! Don't be like that..." I cried softly.
There was still a maid girl standing in the room cleaning the window. She pretended not to see anything, not hear anything, just bent down to do her job.
“Don't what? Do you think that you are still a lady like at home? From now on, don't say "no" to me! If not, I…” he shouted angrily, his arm raised towards me.
I closed my eyes… Fortunately, that arm just stopped in mid-air, lazily urging “Hurry up, the young master still has work!”.
I was so scared that my whole body trembled, and frantically knelt down to help him put on his shoes. Tears flowed around my eyes ever since.
“Don't show that face in front of me again! What the young master hates most is seeing daughter cry! From now on, don't cry in front of me."
"Yes, I know it." I mumbled in response, wiping my tears with my hand, trying to control my anger.
At that moment, his eyes showed satisfaction.
Finally, all in order, he walked out of the wedding room.
My mother told me, early in the morning of the second day when returning to her husband's house, the new bride must come to visit her parents-in-law, definitely not to be negligent.
The father husband is not at home.
My mother husband has sharp eyes and is very quiet. Her hand was slowly tracing the beads on the rosary. This vegetarian woman who recited the Buddha's name did not have any kind of bodhisattva look.
I knelt on the ground, raised the cup of tea to my face with both hands, and after a while she refused to look at me, and slowly said "Having entered the door of this Ngo family, from now on, you have become a member of the Ngo family, actions must be very attentive, not arbitrarily like when she was still a lady at home. The rules when returning to be a bride, her parents must have taught her already. If there are any mistakes, we will handle them according to the Ngo family's regulations."
The power cannot be resisted. I bowed my head humbly “Yes”.
Fortunately, my mother-in-law did not cause any trouble for me, after drinking the cup of tea I offered, she immediately sent a servant to take me to my room.
All day, just hanging around in my room, I didn't know what to do anymore, and I was even more afraid that if I did something, I would unfortunately violate the taboo in my husband's family. So, I just sat quietly by the window.
Outside the window there is also a garden filled with birdsong. I can't come up with a name for that garden. I just thought, how good it would be if I were a bird.
I remember my mother again. I am very afraid of my situation right now. I remember my mother's arms.
A moment later, the image of my cousin reappeared in my mind, his hand still clutching the handkerchief embroidered with flowers. Suddenly I remember my husband, remember the scene that happened last night, remember the lewd screams coming from his throat, I thought, if it was my cousin, it would definitely not be rude such hole.
I suddenly shook my head and said to myself, having become someone's wife, I must be loyal to my husband.
As punishment for my wandering thoughts, I dug my fingernails into the skin on the back of my hand.
By evening, I thought my husband might be coming home as well. I was determined to make him happy, I wouldn't say "no" to him, I had to make him happy.
A very strange thing is that, after having physical contact with him, I suddenly developed an unusual affection for that person. It was a feeling closer than closeness to a parent, but it was difficult to put into words.
He is my man, my everything, to whom I must dedicate my life from now on.
I began to think of him, even though he treated me unfriendly.
After dinner, he still hadn't returned home.
I took a shower again and waited quietly. I'm practicing how to give the husband the brightest smile.
one hour , two hour passed, then three hour, four hour, five hour…
The birds have started chirping to signal a new day, the horizon in the distance is also getting brighter.
I sat by the window all night. My husband didn't come home all night.
I was worried, afraid that something had happened to him. I ran to find my mother-in-law.
When I panicked I told her that the husband didn't come home to sleep all night and asked her if she knew where he was, that's when the mother-in-law stopped her hand that and looked up.
Still with that nonchalant attitude, she slowly stood up and approached me. She held the rosary in her left hand, raised her right hand, and slapped me on the cheek.
Then she went back to her seat and began to count the rosaries with her right hand. All very slow and cavalier
She glanced slightly sideways at me, and calmly said, “Do you know what your identity is? Why are you asking me where are you husband is going with me? I didn't investigate this time, but I hope there won't be a next time. Remember, you're just a woman."
I raised my hand to rub the wound on my cheek, knelt on the ground, and looked at my mother-in-law in horror, as if she was no longer a woman. She closed her eyes without looking at me, mumbling something, perhaps she was talking compassionately with the Bodhisattva.
When I returned to my room with a tired body, I felt my head dizzy, must have been hit by the wind.
That night, I fell asleep in confusion and uncertainty. That night, my husband did not return.
It was not until the third night that I saw him again. Seeing him return, I felt a little happy again. Although he is not friendly with me, I already consider him as my only relative in this house.
Sure enough, he did it to me again, only, this time a little more gently.
I could feel that I was a toy being held by him, and I naively wondered if he would miss me like I missed him.
"Husband..." I called him softly. This is the first time I say this word, feeling extremely embarrassed.
"Huh?" He replied nonchalantly, seeming to be asleep.
“Tomorrow… will he come back?” I asked small.
"Star? As soon as you stepped through the door, you were planning to come out and control me?" He looked up and glared at me, his tone not friendly at all.
"Not! Not so!" I hastily denied. After that, he couldn't say a word.
Moments later, there was a steady snoring sound in my ears.
That night, for the first time after being away from home, I slept peacefully.
Once, when my husband returned home, he brought a pearl hair brooch to give to me.
I was so touched, I couldn't say a word. I don't want to use that brooch. When I'm alone in the room, I hold the brooch to my chest, treating it like a treasure.
In the days that followed, he often did not return. Over time, I got used to sitting and waiting for the time to pass.
Day after day, month after month.
Time is like a shuttle, half a year has passed.
Time passed slowly like small waves, but it didn't seem to care about my belly at all.
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