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PRANKK...

I broke one jar that was near me. With a defiant look, I turned around and stepped closer to Daffin and Reena's feet still standing looking at my attrition.

"Count! I broke one more urn and added to the length of my list of debts to you." My cynicism as I continued to step up.

Every single step, I took one urn and threw it on the floor. The commotion I made lured the servants to gather. However, they quickly dispersed when Daffin warned them with his evil eye.

The row of urns that were near me was the target of my current fury. Wrong yourself, why compose the urn there? I just use those jars to make them look a little useful. I'm not wrong, am I?

Without question or scrutiny, I'm sure that Daffin is very angry with me. His jaw seemed to tighten, his sturdy hands clenched as well. Withstanding such incredible anger.

One last urn, that urn looks different to the urns I broke before. The jar was very unique and beautiful. It is also very close to Daffin's room. I felt there was something special about the jar. 'Just finish it, Ayasya!' my thinking.

I took the urn and had seen Daffin's reaction was very surprised, even though I had already broken how many jars.

"Stop it! Put it down." snapped Daffin, his hand holding my hand. The grip of her hand was so strong that I was in pain and accidentally removed the jar from my hand.

PRANKK...

One more urn came out of my hand, but I did not do it on purpose. The pain in my hand made me drop the jar.

"Geez!!!" shouted Reena's brother who was behind Daffin, his hands had closed his gaping mouth in surprise.

Really, I didn't mean to break that urn. I really didn't do it on purpose, but dodging was useless because Daffin wouldn't believe me.

"YOU!!!" daffin shouted, his hand raised into the air and preparing to hit me.

It was the same day, just two days after our wedding. Daffin's gonna do what I hate most about a man. He'll finally give me a reason to hate him more. I knew this was going to happen, but I didn't expect it to be this fast.

My eyes closed. Honestly, I'm scared. Imagine, the heavy and big hands of Daffin landed on my tiny face. It could be that my face is straightened out for him.

After a moment of closing my eyes, I felt nothing. Slowly, I ventured to open my eyes and saw Daffin still looking at me in annoyance, he had just lowered his hand.

"Why are you silent? Hit me!" I grabbed Daffin's hand and pointed it at my face. However, Daffin immediately pulled his hand until I became interested and went into his arms.

My heart is pounding, I feel my whole body drifting. I've never felt anything like this before. Is this a happy feeling because I have managed to break many jars?

But strangely, I also felt Daffin's heart pounding. Maybe, because he was also very angry with me. So his heart pumps oxygen fast.

"Young lady? You okay?" Rania ran from the kitchen and brought me a medicine box.

I released myself from Daffin's arms. It seems like my face is reddened with embarrassment. What am I supposed to do? I heard Daffin wheezing to relieve the awkwardness between the two of us, as this was the first time I had come into contact with Daffin since we were married.

"Clean your wounds!" daffin said, his eyes were on my feet that were a little bloody from being hit by a splinter jar.

A red hue was seen on his face that was very white, typical of European descent. 'Why is his face red? Is he ashamed? But he's not shameless.' my inner.

"Ayasya, I'll take Daffin forward. You stay here and clean your wounds." said Reena softly.

Ah, what an amazing woman. What is his heart made of? Probably from mild steel. It looked fragile and light, but it was able to bear a very heavy burden and that burden was to be a wife of a man like Daffin.

***

"The young lady is very brave. He's already destroyed your beloved urn. Lady Reena never touched her."

The whispers of two maids cleaning the urn shreds rang out in my ears. I was quite stunned to hear their words. Guilt immediately enveloped me.

"Had to be so angry." I muttered, looking at the now empty table because I had destroyed all the jars.

I don't know how many urns I've smashed that ignited Daffin's emotions. "Rania, is it true that the last jar I broke was Daffin's favorite urn." I asked Rania who was crouching and cleaning my wound.

"Right, young mistress," answered Rania who instantly made my bead look at her.

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