The Love of the Culun

Torture 2

"Plaw..!" The sound of a slap that was quite loud, to make Ariana's face immediately turned to the side, due to a fairly strong slap.

Just holding her cheek that was so painful, and returning to shed her tears. For after all, she will spend the rest of her life with the man who is her husband.

"Remember!! You can't sleep in that bed, or that couch." His words, with a tone full of affirmation.

Just nodding his head, with tears still soaking his cheeks.

Ariana seemed confused to get through her days in this house, what she should wear to sleep. While she has to be one room, with this guy. While throwing a glance, his eyes caught a mat, and he decided to ask Zain.

"Sir..?"

"What's up?!"

"Can I wear the mat, sir? at least for a place, make me sleep." Her request, with a look expectantly looking at the man.

"Whatever, but obviously as long as you're in this house, you can't sleep on the couch, or on the bed."

"OK, Mister?" The answer, by directly taking the mat located in the corner of the room, and stretching it to the floor.

Sleeping curled up, in the cold weather, although getting torment for him is not new. He shed his tears again, remembering everything that had happened in his life.

"When I am going to get out of this suffering, I feel that when I meet the man who is my husband, he can take me out of the suffering I have been through. Papa, I hope you don't know, what a new life with your chosen man is, so you'll never regret having received his proposal."

******

Slowly the spirit had shown its face, greeting the universe, as the darkness disappeared perfectly.

She looks so dashing, with a Navi-colored coat stelan, which wraps her sexy body perfectly. While throwing a glance, he found Ariana still asleep so soundly.

Grabbing a glass filled with drinking water, and pouring it right on Araa's face. Ariana immediately woke up from her sleep, with a face that looks pale.

"Who told you to wake up as a waiter?! do you want me to punish you?!" With extreme anger, looking at Ariana who looked so frightened.

"I'm sorry, sir? I'm sorry, I couldn't sleep last night, so wake up bad luck."

A small smile framed on his face, with a gaze so unsuspecting, he looked at the girl in front of him, pulling with rough Ariana hair, to make his face look up.

Grimacing in pain, and returning to shed her tears.

"Please let go of your hand, sir? please, is this sick? I promise I won't be up late again." With hopeful gazes, and tears.

"REally?!" With a cynical smile on his face, still pulling the girl's hair.

"This time, I forgive you stupid girl?!" By directly removing the grip of his hand from Ariana's hair violently, to make the girl's head slightly staggered.

"Get me my shoes, and put them on because from today on, you're my personal servant."

He was so surprised by what the cold man said, that he said he was a servant.

"Okay sir, from today on I am your personal servant." He said, getting up from his seat, and walking in the changing room.

While in the dressing room, Ariana again quelled her tears. She did not know not only the harsh treatment she received, but the man whose status was her husband, made her a personal servant.

"Lord.., may I be strong against all this. And may Papa never know how my home life is." He murmured, wiping his flowing tears.

Dissolved in her daydream, until the voice of her husband surprised Ariana.

"When do you want to stay there, geeky?! are you gonna make me late for the office?!"

Hearing that voice, made him so excited.

"I'm sorry, sir?" By directly grabbing a pair of shoes, and socks, out of the room.

****

Sitting under her husband's feet, she began to put shoes on the handsome man's feet.

"Pair, that's really stupid...?!!" By kicking a little rough, to make Araa slightly slumped, from his position.

"I'm sorry, Mister?! I'm sorry, please, don't hit me?" He said by covering his head, using both hands, while trying to push Willi will hit him.

"Who's gonna hit you, you idiot?! I just want you to quickly put on your shoes!"

"I'm sorry, sir, forgive me." By putting the shoes back on her husband's feet.

He just lowered his head, and did not dare to look at that handsome face. A silent atmosphere enveloped the room, until suddenly Araa made a sound.

"Sir..?" Call, slowly.

What's up, stupid..?!"

"May I ask permission to work?" Asking, by trying to be brave behind the overwhelming fear.

"Working?! do you want to escape?"

Raising his head, boldly looking at the handsome face that was staring at him with such a murderous gaze.

"No Sir?! I can't possibly escape. Where should I go, because only the Mahesa family I have. I just want to find a job to make ends meet, just me Sir? can I?" His ink, with a look of hope, looked at the handsome man.

"But remember?! you should be home by the time I get home from work, you understand?!"

"Sure sir, for I am your personal servant." He smiled, looking at that handsome face. But at once the smile faded, as he met the gaze of Zain, who was looking at him unfriendly.

"I'm sorry, Mister?" He said, bowing his head again.