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- "My husband."
"Come inside Dear."
I smiled as my father-in-law helped with luggage and I walked beside my mother-in-law into our home. The house is cosy, not small and not a big one.
"Welcome home wife." I looked up only to see my husband in normal clothes. "Sorry, father-in-law requested me to keep you last night cuz you are not feeling well. I agreed to that." I nodded.
"Thank you." My voice come slow before my husband say anything mother-in-law pulled me with her upstairs pushing me into a room which I assume is going to be mine. Correction 'our bedroom'. I looked at my luggage bags and then sighed.
"I have to settle them." As I open the cupboard I see man's suits & normal wears. I think it's my husband's. I open the other one which is empty for me. After emptying my luggage I keep it up on the cupboard. I fall on the bed on my back as I slowly swing my legs looking at the ceiling. I extended my whole body as I yawned feeling tired. My crop top didn't help much as it rided up showing my waist.
Suddenly the door opened reviling my husband.
"Y/N, come dow__n.... to___" his eagle eyes scanned my body on the bed, wondering on my waist most, "Eat you." I gained consciousness immediately after sitting up.
But wait! Did he just want to 'eat me'!?
I looked at him confused as he widen his eyes recalling what he just said.
"Sorry, I mean to eat dinner." I unsurely nod my head as he slammed the door. If I'm not wrong I hear a growl outside.
I chuckled, "Cute." I made my way downstairs to have dinner.
This family is cute, and understanding. I loved being with them. It makes me remember my own family. My mother-in-law helped me with cooking and she even taught me some favourite dishes of the whole family & my husband eat eagerly. My father-in-law is a knowledgeable person, like my second father.
My husband is my husband. I'm trying to understand him. I don't love him. It's just_ Hard. Maybe I need some time.
After my final exams, we had one month of holidays. This one month went well. While I'm trying to be happy something terrible happened in my life the night I get the call from my mom.
She's crying.
"What happened, Y/N?" My husband's sleepy eyes widen before he pulled me into a comforting hug. "It's ok. I'll take you home now." I couldn't control my tears as we headed to my home. It's raining heavily and the thunderstorm is strong yet my husband managed to drive us home.
I run inside the house only to see my father's lifeless body on the bed while my mom was on her knees crying. I feel someone ripped my heart out. I couldn't see him.
*LOUD THUNDER*
A bright light illuminated; Nature made me watch my father's lifeless body on bed. My breath knocked out from my lungs. Strangely, I heard a scream with loud sobs.
It's me. It's me who cried.
The next day the funeral home filled with our relatives & my husband's relatives. Giving respect to them and helping in taking the empty plates I noticed my mom just sitting down on the floor looking up at my father's picture. My tears drenched my cheeks.
We don't have anyone.
I take some soju keeping them on the table for our relatives. I went to bring some food again but this time I feel a hand on my shoulder. It's my husband.
"Take care of your mom. We'll take care here." I look behind him only to see my in-laws serving the drinks & food. My tears burned again.
