you just get home late from the library near your campus, the mansion is bright already, means your 'forced' husband is already home. you walked through the dark corridor, as you walked past the living room you can see the television are still on, while that bulky tall man fall asleep peacefully at the couch with a book on his chest.

"lazy ass.."

you mumbles quietly while watching his sleeping face, he looks tired after going home after his business trip for a week. and it's been a few days you didn't see him and while he's out of the house you guys didn't contact each other.

you shakes your head, you're staring too long at his face, knowing he'll get angry if he knows it, he hates you, a lot. that he didn't even care if you're going home or not. it's been 5 months of their marriage and you guys barely talk to each other, or even meeting each other even they living on the same roof.