CHAPTER 12. New Beginning
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HOPE'S POV
Emir and I didn't have a conversation after our last argument, he even didn't call me to accompany him to the dining table like he always does. We became more distant from each other.
"Miss Hope, Mr. Villafranco asked for you to try these gowns for the party." Karen approaches me on the balcony while carrying bags in her arms.
"Come here," I gesture to her to come closer, she did and handed me the bags. I looked inside it, some are gowns and the other are sandals.
"What do you think suits me?" I asked her.
"Uh Miss Hope, I think it's better if you try them on so you can decide which one you are comfortable with." She suggested,
"Bring them to my room, I'll try them on later," I ordered.
"Alright Miss Hope."
"Also bring me another cup of coffee," I demanded and she nodded.
"Miss Hope?" She turned again.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Your husband is drunk again when he gets home, Mr. Red just accompanies him." She informed me.
"Drunk? But still able to mandate what I should do with that?" I said referring to the gowns while Karen only shrugged her shoulders.
"Just don't mind him, come on, bring me my coffee."
I was sitting on a couch on the balcony, looking at the dark sky. I sighed, thinking that another day will be ending again after a worthless whole day. I don't really can imagine how come Emir can live in such a place like this for so many years before I came, it is so big yet empty.
I miss my father and brother but I can't see them as my husband forbids me, I can't even see my friends.
"Here's your coffee Miss Hope," Karen immediately came back with the coffee.
"Coffee again for dinner?" I was shocked when my husband suddenly spoke and walked swaying towards the balcony, Karen quickly moved and left us.
"What is it with you then?" I asked bluntly, while Emir huff in irritation.
"I am just concerned about my wife, look at your body you become so thin." He said holding on to the door frame to support his balance.
"Even though I'm skinny, it doesn't mean that I'm fragile," I told him.
"Could you just leave me alone?" I added with irritation.
I heard him sighed, before he left.
Later on, I decided to go to bed already and was shocked when I saw my husband laying on my bed comfortably.
"Hey, get up. What are you doing here?" I asked him, but he didn't even whimper, I sighed defeatedly and turned my heels to walk out of the room when he spoke.
"Stay."
"This is my room, this is where I should stay but I can't because you're there," I said putting my hands on both sides of my hips.
He suddenly moves and gets up from the bed then starting to walk in my direction.
"This hell is very lonely, my love."
I suddenly felt terrified of his expression, his face is cold and his eyes are dark.
"Wha. What are you gonna do? Don't come to me any closer Emir if you don't want me to scream." I warned him while walking backward but he only smirked at me.
"Don't you ever try to threaten me, love, you're not good at it. Besides, who's gonna help you? You're at my palace and you are my wife."
He still walked closer to me until I bumped on the back of the door and caged me with his arms, I swallowed hard and closed my eyes tight.
"Are you that scared of me? You are shaking." He whispered, I opened my eyes and saw him so close to my face, his breath was bouncing onto my skin, a bitter yet minty smell. I saw him look down to my lips which I unconsciously bite to dampen the dryness.
I noticed his throat move and suddenly he gave me a long kiss on the forehead.
"I may have forced you to marry me and brought you into my darkness but I will never force, to claim you, I'm just here because I miss my wife." He whispered and held my hand, pulling me to lay down on the bed and without any further objection I followed him. He also lay on the bed beside me, wrapping his arms around me putting my head onto his chest.
"I miss you," he whispered.
We stay in that position until I notice his heartbeat soothes and steady breathing. I looked up at him and saw he was sleeping peacefully, I'm not sure about my feelings anymore towards him, what I am certain of, is that I miss my husband too.
The next morning I woke up without Emir beside me, I got to freshen up, I remember the gowns that Emir brought last night. I opened the bags and took out all the gowns and heels, everything was spectacular and obviously expensive but a yellow gold satin gown with a criss-cross shoulder strap and front seam slit.
I put it on and stood in front of the full-length body mirror, I twisted my body holding my hair up and was amazed about the detail of the gown behind. It looks so sexy, but suddenly I realize that Emir was right, I lost too much weight and I'm not happy looking at it.
I took off the gown and left the room already. It is the weekend and I was expecting Emir to be at the gym but to my surprise, I saw him watering my flowers in the garden.
"What is he doing?" I confusingly asked myself, looking down at him from the balcony. I quickly turned my heels running down the stairs, going to Emir.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Are you blind? You woke up late and so I thought to water them already." He said with a sweet smile.
"Give me, let me do that," I said grabbing the water hose but he refused.
"Have you tried the gowns?" He asked while continuing what he is doing.
"I have, just the yellow one."
"Sweetheart, can we pick some of your flowers? I want them inside our house." He suddenly said, I was left dumbfounded by his statement and couldn't get to respond immediately.
"Hope?"
"Uh, yes. Sure! I'll just get the cutter." I said and moved my heels to my tools storage. When I came back I handed the tool to my husband and started cutting my daffodils.
"These are daffodils right?" He asked while I only watched what he was doing.
"Uh-huh," I responded, nodding.
"I searched for this flower on google, and it says here, it is for new beginnings and hope." He said looking straight at my eyes, I feel like I want to cry, my eyes are welling up and my heart starts throbbing. I can't find any words to say but to only stare back at him.
"I love you, my Hope." He said, giving me the flowers that he cut.
"Let's try again and save our marriage for new beginnings." He added, feeling my heart melting.
Is it really possible for us to have new beginnings even if we started it in the wrong way?
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