Chapter 2

RHIANNA

Aunt Martha brush her nose as if she smell something bad. Later on, she look at my direction while her eyebrows met in confusion.

"Hmm. . . What's that smell? It's smell like a coffee."

I was suddenly nervous about what Aunt Martha said. I was in such a hurry before. I did not clean myself first and just changed my clothes. I suddenly felt the glares that Drew threw to my direction so I felt even more nervous.

"Ah, maybe our maid poured the coffee. Wait. I will check." I smile to Aunt Martha and go to our kitchen. I didn't even wait for her response.

I just walk around the kitchen. I do not know what to do. A few minutes later, I did not realize that Drew had followed me. He suddenly grabbed my arm tightly without warning. I tried to remove his hand in my arm because I feel like it will bruise any minute from now.

"Ouch. . . Drew, it's hurt." I forcefully remove his hand from my arm and thankfully, I did it without anymore struggle.

"It hurts? Does it hurts? Is that less than the stupidity you did before?! What if Mom found out what happened? I'm not the one who gets upset?!" He gets my arm again and tightened his grip on my arm even more.

I could do nothing, but cry in front of him again and because of the annoyance, I could not help but answer him.

"Sorry ?! It's my fault, right? I'm sorry because you're tied to me now! I'm sorry because Samantha is angry with you. I'm sorry that you still married with me. If only you had said that before that you don't want to marry me, I hope I just begged our parents not to continue the marriage. I'm sorry because I loved you! I loved you so much and I did everything just to make you love me too, but you didn't. I know I could not win your heart from her, but I still believe. I'm really sorry, but I also want to say thank you. Thank you for hurting me. Thank you because with you, I have learned. "

With my chest so tight now, I could no longer face him. I walked towards the second floor and went straight to the guest room. I no longer noticed Aunt Martha. Maybe, she go home already.

When will my tears dry up?

I felt Andrew follow me. I immediately wiped the tears from my eyes when I saw him enter the guest room.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him and forced myself to calm down.

"You know? Maybe it's okay if I leave here first because-"

I stopped talking when I felt his hug from behind. This is him again. . .

"Please, don't leave right now. Don't leave me alone. . ."

And here I am again. I easily soften and believe what he says. How many times has he done this to me? I can no longer count how many.

"But you don't love me. How could I stay if-"

"Please. Stay, Rhianna."

This again. I get softer every time he says my name. I will believe again that there is hope. There is still hope that he will love me one day too.

"Okay. Let me think about it. Leave me alone by now." I slowly removed his hand that was still hugging me.

He kissed my right cheek first before finally leave the room. I can't stand him. I can’t afford to get angry or ignore him in just one day. I know. I know what will happen later, but I still believe that one day he will learn to love me too. I just gasped at what happened today.

"Just be patient, Rhianna. He will love you too, and when that thing happens I will make sure he does not regret that he loved me." I smiled bitterly to myself and I touch my cheek when tears dripped down my cheeks again.

*

When I woke up the next morning, it was eight o'clock in the morning. So I quickly went downstairs to see if Drew had left. I took a deep breath when I saw Drew sitting in the dinning room while drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

I immediately went to the kitchen to prepare her breakfast, but I caught up with our maid, Rhea who had already prepared breakfast and would just take it to Drew. I approached her.

"I'll take care of that." I gave her a smile.

I immediately took the food she had made and brought it to Drew.

"Good morning. Here, eat this. For you to have energy later at work." I landed the food made by Rhea.

He stopped reading the newspaper and turned in my direction. Then, he read again.

"Are you done with your drama?"

I was shocked and stunned by his question but I just ignored it.

"Eat that, Drew. I'm sure you didn't have dinner last night." I smiled at him broadly.

He did not speak or turn around. He just continued reading the newspaper.

"Drew, eat-"

"Shut up! You're so ugly, you know that? Just leave that in front of me, animal!"

I was startled by Drew's shout again. I left quickly so that he would not get even angrier. I don't want him to be even more annoyed with me, so I will just leave even if it is against my will. But However, I still will not stop asking that one day he will be able to accept me in his life and most of all, he will be able to love me too.

At least, one day, he will love me more than he love Samantha. I hope he loves me as much as I do. I cried again. But this time, my chest suddenly tightened. I could barely breathe properly, so I was able to hold my chest. Until gradually, my vision darkened and I completely lost consciousness.