Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Comparison

“I want to wear clothes first,” said Jerricco softly.

Damara let go of his embrace, after seeing Jerricco walking into the walk in closet Damara walking towards the balcony of his room. He opened a large window leading to the front yard, a gust of night wind greeting his body. 

He inhaled as much air as he tried to eliminate fatigue in his body. This week he learned a lot about Jerricco, as well as Italian. At first it feels exciting but everything feels like a heavy burden, Damara is married to the number one man in the world.

He must have ethics and master the language in this country to deserve Jerricco. Damara doesn't want Jerricco to feel that Damara is an inappropriate woman.

Damara flinched to find a stocky hand coiled around her stomach, “Darling you surprised me.”

“I don't surprise you, but you are a dreamy preoccupation.” Jerricco was most happy to hug Damara from behind he inhaled the scent of Damara's neck.

“Do.” Reject Damara, he knew Jerricco was lusting after kissing the niche of his neck.

“Why?” 

“I'm coming month.”

“Again?”

Damara nodded, “ I can menstruate in one month if stress and fatigue.” 

Jerricco released his curvature and twisted Damara's body to face him. He didn't care if he couldn't play, but hearing Damara's words just now worried him.

“I'll ask Kevin to stop your learning process, you need a break.”

Damara stared fixed in Jerricco's eyes, “Don't.”

Jerricco raised one eyebrow at Damara's rejection.

“I still have much to learn.” Damara lowered her head. “Until I feel worthy to be your companion,” witty Damara.

“I,” Damara shed her tears.

Jerricco wiped Damara's tears, “You deserve me.”

“I feel inappropriate. I'm just a woman from the lower classes who you forced into your world. I want my presence won't make a meaningful mess.”

Damara had heard some servants talk about it, that Mira was better than Damara. Which Damara heard Mira was good at painting she was friendly and kind.

“Why can you talk like that?” Jerricco had no idea why Damara suddenly spoke like that.

“This is a fact, maybe I should have been in Indonesia alone. I don't deserve to be with you,” the pain is clearly real. No one wants to be compared, even though their relationship is much better but Damara does not know the contents of Jerricco's heart. 

‘What Jerricco loves me?’

“Stop talking like that, I don't like hearing it.” Jerricco carried Damara into his arms, Damara's crying voice was heartbreaking. But Jerricco doesn't know what makes Damara like this.

“Did I do you wrong? Say.”

Damara shook his head he chose to immerse his face in Jerricco's chest with pain in his heart. He could have said that Damara was jealous of Mira being proud while being a nobody. Damara only understood what they were saying but to interact with them Damara still hesitated. He is not yet fluent to speak the language outside, which is clearly his daily food in Indonesian.

Jerricco just silently tried to win Damara by stroking his wife's back. After no longer hearing Jerricco's sobs keep Damara's body attached to it.

“I don't know what bothers you like this, talk so I understand.”

Damara tried to take a deep breath, he had to hear it from Jerricco's own mouth.

“Am I worse than him?” Jerricco frowned at Damara's question.