Chapter 2: Chapter 2

"This is your room," Regan said, opening the door to the room he meant.

“T-this—”

Cough! Cough!

Danas coughed, waving his hands so the dust wouldn't make him cough. The room is dusty, and dirty, and there are so many unused things there.

Danass mouth dropped open at the sight of the room in front of her. She never even thought, if the man told him to stay in a room that was utterly unfit to be called a room.

A feeling of tightness, and also helplessness, and suffering enveloped him. Danas's breath was rough.

"Why? Do you want to sleep with me?”

Danas wanted to say something, but when he heard Regan's voice, he became silent.

"Don't dream, I told you to sleep with me."

"But I'm the wife-"

"Wife? Do not dream, you are my wife, but I will not consider you as a wife. You don't deserve to be the wife of a Regan Maheswara."

Danas squeezed the hem of her dress. She would not expect the man in front of her to hurt her heart again and again, broke it many times. Her heart ached, and her tears wanted to spill out immediately, but remembering what she said to her mother, she chose to try to be strong in facing Regan's treatment of her.

After saying that, Regan left Danas just like that.

A man who has no feelings at all.

"I have to be strong," she said. “This place would be great, if I tidied it up. I will make it into a beautiful room,“ she said again.

Srek!

She had just taken a step when she heard the sound of tearing from the dress she was wearing. Danas looked back and saw the wedding dress skirt stuck in a junkyard.

“Oh my gosh. I hope she won't scold me for ruining that expensive dress.”

"The dress is cheap, even a mop is worthless to me."

Danas looked at the door. It was clear that Regan was carrying several objects in her hand, then just threw them on the floor.

"You need this to clean this room."

Danas swallowed his saliva. The man told her to clean the room at night. As if she were a maid. The mansion had plenty of empty rooms, but Regan had her clear out the storeroom that would be used as her room.

The man who is now her husband thinks he is worthless.

The sound of the door closing allowed him to breathe a sigh of relief when Regan wasn't home.

Shoulders dropped, face resigned. Slowly the girl began to clean the room. It was 3 pm when she finished cleaning the room. She mopped, arranged the things she didn't use, then laid his body on the old bed.

His face looked at the room ceiling. She was still looking for the location of her mistakes. She never even knew what she had done until the man hated him. It was never said by Regan what his fault was.

The man she had loved for a long time but hated for no reason. Tears rolled down the corners of her eyes without command when she remembered Regan's treatment of her.

She felt a heavy burden being taught to her at this time.

Her father's company had gone bankrupt coupled with an accident that occurred when he returned home, not to mention they had to move from the house where he had been raised because the bank confiscated all their assets. Regan—who did all of that to her.

There was never an explanation. There was only anger, which said don't pretend you don't know what happened. The girl didn't know anything about what Regan was saying.

The daydream made his eyes slowly close, coupled with the gentle breeze coming from the balcony of the room whose door was not closed by him.

Byur!

The splash of water made him suddenly startled, and she sat up.

“You lazy bastard!”

Hearing that deep voice made her wake up immediately when she saw who was the man who splashed her with water.

“R-Regan.”

“Regan? Haven't I made it clear that you are not allowed to call my name," the man stressed that Danas could not call his name.

Danas lowered his head.

Her body shivered, accompanied by fear of the presence of the man in front of her at the time. Her body was too tired, making her wake up late.

"Excuse me." Danas lowered his head, not daring to look.

Regan crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Danas.

"Showing that annoying face again."

Danas looked at Regan for a moment, then immediately lowered his head. His heart was beating erratically. There was fear, especially since the man's face looked cold.

"Why are you silent? You didn't cook for me, Huh?!”

“Eh…”

"Starting from today, you are the one who cooks, takes care of the whole house alone. I have dismissed the maids in this house, except for one person.”

“B-but, I have to go to college.”

"I don't want to know, you have to clean the house before you go to college. I hate rejection. Do you understand?" he asked.

There was no answer from Danas, the girl's mind was wandering around the world.

"Do you understand?" Regan asked again, this time her voice rising.

"Y-yes," Danas stammered.

“So, what are you doing? You didn't make me breakfast?"

Danas immediately came out of the room, and headed for the kitchen, still with wet clothes clinging to her body. Her hands were so agile playing with the cutting board knife cutting ingredients.

From the second floor, the cold male figure looked at Danas who was cooking.

This is not the first time Danas has cooked, she usually prepares breakfast and dinner for the family. She started to get used to living independently after her father went bankrupt, having to cook his own food without a helper. Occasionally he wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

Arranging food for the man who was watching her.

Regan frowned, eyeing some of the food on the table.

“W-what is this food? You want me to eat food like this?”

Danas swallowed his saliva, hearing Regan's words insulting his cooking.

“If you don't want this food, don't insult it. Not good!"

“Oh ho! You want to patronize me?"

“N-not like that.”

Regan's sharp gaze made Danas tense.

"W-why don't you eat it first, if it's not delicious I'll cook you another meal."

"No need. Seeing what you're cooking makes me lose my appetite."

"But you haven't tasted my cooking."

"Didn't I say it wasn't necessary? Why do you want to force me? Huh?! Or, could it be that you put something in this dish, so that I get poisoned?”

"N-no, I don't dare to do it, you saw me cook it too."

"Maybe, you put something in when I didn't know,"

Once again, Regan gripped Danas' jaw hard. He always did that to her. Danas could only wince in pain, and tried to run away from the man in front of him.

"I-I didn't do it."

A look of hatred and emotion was clearly visible on Regan's face at that moment.

"Why don't you just be honest, you definitely put something in your cooking right?"

“N-no, R-Regan, I didn't do it.”

The firm grip made Danas so tormented.

"Your face makes me sick, your actions make me want to make your life more miserable."

“Wh-why did you do that to me?” asked Danas, tears flowing in the corners of his eyes.

“Again you show a face and tears that piss me off. Why do you always show it to me? I hate your fake face, it makes me sick."

Danas couldn't say anything. Whatever she did was wrong in the eyes of the man in front of him. She didn't know what to do so as not to look wrong in Regan's eyes.

She still didn't know what the root of Regan's anger was.