This marriage is just an arranged marriage between our parents. I don't really care about getting a partner with a guy from my childhood life because I just want to stop my parents from arguing about marriage.

On the first night of the wedding, Malik and I still slept in separate rooms but since my parents found out about our separate rooms, they scolded me and asked me to sleep in the same room with Malik. In my entire life, I have never shared a room with someone because I was a bit uncomfortable.

So, I talked to Malik and he just agreed. This is what I like to deal with Malik because his thinking is the same as mine. Luckily, I'm Malik's wife. At least he’s not like my ex boyfriend who likes abuse, anger issues and possessiveness. With Malik, he's just chill, calm and gentle with me even though we rarely talk.

Tonight is our first night together. I'm waiting for Malik to come back because since he took over he and her father's company together, his work is quite busy. I'm already wearing a blue nightgown while sitting on the bed while reading a book. After a few hours, I'm hear Malik's car parked in the garage as he enters the house.

The door to our room slowly opened and he stepped in with a tired face. I just sighed and got up from the bed and headed towards he, just do what wife should do. I helped him take off his coat and placed my palm on his muscular chest while feeling his slow and calm heart beat.

"You're back... Go take a shower first and then rest. Have you had dinner?"