Hurt By Mr. Doctor
The unwanted bride
"You, Materialistic Girl! I didn't think you were so despicable!"
The harsh words were addressed by a handsome man like a Greek god, to a beautiful girl with all her simplicity. The anger on the beautiful face does not melt the slightest charm of her virginity. That tightly clenched jaw, increasingly showed the firm lines of a face filled with alluring aura.
"I'm not …." The girl's weak self-defense speech was quickly cut off by the rampage of the Greek God.
"Not materialistic? Then what does all this mean? You must be so happy to accept this stupid match!" the accusations were again harshly leveled.
The veins on the man's face protruded, his jaw hardened with teeth chattering. The two thick eyebrows fused together to form a flat line, while the blue net was staring intently at the misty streets. The two hands holding the steering wheel looked bleached due to the strong grip it was holding.
“What's your name? Uh! For what reason did I ask him,” grumbled the handsome with annoyance.
“Felicia.”
“White! Real name, not fake name!” The man snorted in annoyance.
“That's my real name, Felicia Davis, Young Master Georges Foster Young. This marriage is not my will either" Felicia said slowly.
Felicia's words made Georges laugh sarcastically. The man continuously laughed as if the trouble and anger he had just thrown at the girl beside him, eroded due to the plain speech of the simple girl with the appearance of a village.
"If you are forced to accept this match, you should have gone all the way. Blurred! Don't show up in front of me again. Not like this, it makes me have to drive you to try on a wedding dress! Basic, Flirtatious Woman, Duitant Eyes! You and your family must have used the goodness of my daddy to live comfortably, huh!" The cynical speech could make the beautiful girl named Felicia feel offended.
The five-year-old man older than him smiled cynically, glancing at him cursively with an insulting look at him. That face was so piercing Felicia's feelings. The attitude of the beautiful god made her feel like a cheap woman. The nineteen-year-old girl patted her chest, took a breath and exhaled her slowly.
"Or do you really want money? I can give it to you and stop this stupid marriage! I already have a lover, my future bride. A classy woman who is beautiful and very graceful, not a girl like you. I don't want to marry a little girl, a prankster, from a minority class, let alone a double eye like you."
Felicia was stunned to hear the insults thrown by a man she knew named Georges. The Greek god he had always admired turned ghastly like a monster. Not only the look of a changed face, but his attitude and speech are very contrary to the young man he used to always glorify –even though they had never talked before.
"How much do you want? thousand dollars? Five thousand dollars, ten thousand dollars?" Georges smiled again. "Even ten thousand dollars is too high for a woman like you, ugly, dirty and smelly."
Felicia's blue eyes were wide open. He did not expect Georges to equate himself with a self-peddling cheap woman. Pricing a woman is a huge drop in self-esteem and Felicia does not accept being treated that way. Anger began to rush out, forcing his lips to launch the words stuck in his throat.
However, another thought flashed through his mind. Seeing the fog on the streets and the clouding of Georges's face, Felicia was reminded of the legend of the society she heard last night. The swirling cold wind made the feathers crumble. The girl looked at Georges with a full glance.
"Is this really you, Young Master, Georges?" Felicia used her index finger to stroke Georges' shoulder.
"Don't touch me, you little girl!" Georges stomps his shoulders, disgusted by the touch of the girl by his side.
The principle of Georges, the son of the greatest plantation owner, is that only a beautiful and graceful, classy girl can touch him. The burly body with muscular gurats, which was even clearly visible behind the shirt he was wearing, was too classy to be touched by a minority girl.
"I've had a clean shower, no germs on my body." His thin lips pursed in annoyance, Felicia was offended by Georges' attitude.
Although Felicia is just a girl who lives in the agricultural area – with daily activities to help work with mud and dust, but she is not a girl who does not know how to take care of herself and maintain cleanliness. His mother was the butler responsible for the cleanliness and prosperity of Georges' house.
"If you don't approve of this marriage, why isn't it the young master who left? Escape there. Why are you accusing me and forcing myself to leave my family" Felicia said.
Felicia couldn't stand all the humiliation Georges had thrown at her. Every word the man had so cornered Felicia, that the girl's self-esteem was torn apart. Felicia had never wanted this match, even though she actually had a special feeling for the handsome man beside her.
"You!" Georges looked at the petite woman beside him fiercely. The man's hands clenched, clasping the steering wheel in his hands hard, it was evident from his whitened knuckles. The man's anger had already peaked hearing the village girl's chattering by his side.
Suppose he is not driving, Georges is making sure that he will silence his thin lips with duct tape. That crazy idea got Georges excited. He only needed to get rid of Felicia so that the girl would never interfere with his life again.
Georges stopped his vehicle on the outskirts of a deserted road, where his right and left were scattered by a wheat field. The foggy cold weather did not see any workers, it seems that the rain will soon fall. The man walked over quickly, turned around and opened the door on Felicia's side.
"Do you want what?" Felicia's watchful gaze made Georges smile cynically.
"You speak aloud as a hotshot, but you don't even have the guts" Georges said.
The man bent his body towards Felicia's body and removed the seatbelt. Georges then with his big hands pulls Felicia's tiny body, getting the girl out of the car. The man's violent beat hurt Felicia's hand.
"Howw! It hurts!" Felicia complained as Georges's hand stomped his arm violently. "Are you not ashamed to hurt a woman?"
"You're a woman who doesn't deserve to be loved" Georges said.
The man then walked around and immediately got into his car. He locked the car from the inside, put on his seat belt and prepared to leave Felicia alone on a deserted road.
"Hey! Open door!" Felicia banged on the windshield window of the car in annoyance.
From inside the car Georges just smiled faintly. He didn't care about the girl's face. The man turns on the car and starts driving it, leaving Felicia alone.
From the rearview mirror, Georges can see if Felicia has thrown her shoes twice towards the body of the car. He just grunted dejectedly trying not to care, after all how big of a scratch could be caused by a pair of worn sneakers.
“Basic, Camp Girl! Your sneakers won't scratch my car. Feel punishment! Now you know the consequences of opposing me.” Georges laughed triumphantly.
Curiosity made the man unable to resist looking in the rearview mirror. In the distance he saw Felicia sitting crouching on the street with her face down. The man's heart became unbearable as he watched the two small hands embrace his thin legs.
"It's so annoying!" Georges grumbled in annoyance.
The man was reluctantly forced to change the gears of the car and rewind the vehicle quickly. He did not reduce the speed of the car until right in front of Felicia – who jumped surprised. Georges is full of annoyance squeezing his horn repeatedly for the girl to shift.
"Come on, hurry in before I change my mind!" The man opened the window and stuck his head out.
The girl he called was silent. His position was still standing upright, unmoved. The situation of the girl makes Georges become increasingly angry, especially the weather is getting cloudy. Overwhelmed, the handsome man opened the car door and walked up to Felicia in annoyance.
"Do you know what it's like to be left alone here? Next time don't take it and follow my orders! Good thing I'm still kind enough to pick you up, otherwise you'll ..," Georges hasn't finished his chat, Felicia running towards the car.
"Hey, Rancid Girl! Open the car door!" Georges banged on the door of the car that Felicia had locked from the inside.
