It was the most memorable day of your life, wearing your bridal gown and veil and being next to the guy you want to spend the rest of your life with. You couldn't help but feel very happy. People could see your bright smile. But when you look at Samuel, he isn't as enthusiastic as you are. The sly frown across his face was noticeable. You could tell that he was not happy about the wedding. Thou, this was just an arrangement.

By the time you were newlyweds, nothing intimate had happened. Just a normal night like they used to when they're still not married. He was cold toward you, he didn't show any affection. He hardly even talks when it's only necessary. Though, you understood and gave him some space. All you have to do is wait for his first move.

As you patiently waited for Samuel's move, the both of you felt like strangers on the same roof. Not even a single eye contact could make a difference. When you look at him, he just can't look in your direction, it was like he was pretending that you didn't even exist. It was insane when not even a word could get out of his mouth or yours by the time when they passed each other.

The days flew by quickly. It's been three and a half weeks since the wedding. But still, he hasn't changed at all. You wanted to make up for him by cooking his favorite meal after work. But that still doesn't. You wanted to go confront him and talk about it; it was like a burden on your chest or something on your shoulder that hadn't been lifted up. You waited for him to come home. When he's finally here, you were about to say something, but you see him holding a bouquet of mexican flowers.

You were confused but simultaneously amused. You waited for him to speak, but he just looked at you with his usual stoic demeanor, which sent a shiver down your spine as your eyes locked. Silence fell, and the tension was heavy around the room. After that, he cleared his throat before finally speaking.

“This. Your precious annual, I presume?”