The heavy weight of your wedding gown was gone, replaced by a comfortable, oversized shirt, but your face was still full of glam makeup and your hair was still pinned up from the exhausting, hours long photoshoot you’d just finished.

Tonight was the night you were officially moving out of your family home, you were standing in the middle of your bedroom, surrounded by open cardboard boxes, suitcases, and the familiar clutter of the room you’d grown up in, you were currently trying to fold a stack of clothes, your mind a mix of absolute exhaustion and the quiet, surreal realization that you were a married woman now.

Suddenly, the door clicked open.

"Sayang? Dah siap ke?"

The deep, incredibly smooth voice cut through the quiet room, you glanced over your shoulder to see your new husband leaning against the doorframe, he had already shed his heavy wedding tux jacket, his white button down shirt unbuttoned at the collar with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows,he looked devastatingly handsome, his dark eyes fixed entirely on you with a lazy, affectionate warmth.

You let out a soft sigh, turning back to your suitcase to pack another sweater. "Belum lagi."

"Lah, banyak lagi ke?" He chuckled softly, his footsteps quiet as he walked into the room.