My Life is Difficult
Disciplined

I reached for the clock on the nightstand, squinting the still sleepy eyes. I think I slept too late. Think... brown irises and lentic lashes?

At 7am. Makes me jump immediately. At this hour I should have prepared. Then on time to the office. I was always disciplined.

But when I reached for the phone, sent a message to Liva, my secretary, to send out today's meeting schedule, the reply I received was shocking. My meeting and work were handled by Alex. By order of Opa.

Argh. I threw the phone over the springbed after asking Liva to keep reporting on any developments and problems at the office. I am so unsettled to leave a job like this. Alex is replacing him.

Three days, Opa gives time to 'happy' after marriage. Even offered me a honeymoon ticket which I immediately refused. Opa doesn't know, let alone honeymoon, look at Miranda's face.

Ah yes, Miranda. Those brown eyes have made me wake up.

Lest he misfortune too because he kept thinking about my good looks and perfection. Yeah, could be, right?

He should have replaced Bi Hali's job. Being a maid in this apartment.

Soon I rise. Setting up ammo to 'get angry' at him who's messed up my life. Dare to get into my life with all her limitations as a country girl.

He must understand his position and duties, take care of this apartment. Washing, mopping, and all other household chores. Error I mean maid job. It's good to sit on my hands in this house. I like the slacker the most. Moreover, his slacker was not as attractive as he was.

I opened the door and immediately stepped out. Wanting to give instructions that would definitely make the village girl frightened and extremely depressed. Starting from how to mop the floor I want, how to arrange the house, and so on. I'm very perfectionist. Must be hard for him to keep up. My servants alone, many gave up and resigned because they could not stand my perfectionist nature.

But when I opened the door, my smell was immediately invaded by fresh scents in all directions. The floor is shiny and all the corners of the room look neat.

I raised an eyebrow, enjoying the freshness this morning. From.. floor fragrances that feel this bad. Also the living flowers were submerged in flowers on the four corners of the table.

"His room, don't you want a dipel?"

Suddenly the girl stood beside me, holding a bucket of floor soap and a mop next to her other hand.

I'm appalled. And straight away looked away. Worried that he actually used the ghoib that drugged me through his eyes.

The 'my anger' ammunition just melted away. Not only have I ordered, he has taken the initiative himself.

Today she wears pink clothes and veils. Looks more fresh even though still like wearing sackcloth. Loose and not my type.

I pushed the door, gave it access. Of course, I need it to clean up my room.

Then I left him to the guest room without answering. Checking my work on my laptop. Let him do his job.

Sitting in a lounge chair holding my laptop, he came to bring drinks and food that he had just removed from a box.

"It's a message, a delivery order from a restaurant that yesterday I ordered food as well. Mii didn't do it herself. So it's safe, just calm down. Pay him a cut straight from brother's discharge."

He put food and drink on my desk.

Spry. And very deft. He quickly adapted and met my needs. Prepare breakfast without me asking even find out for myself my favorite restaurant to the details of the payment method.

I did not answer again. Even to say thank you. I'm not used to it. Except for important people whose caste level is far above mine. New fast. If it's someone like him, it's not. I think it dropped my pride. After all, this is his job. Why do I say thank you?

He just went to do what he knows. While I kept staring at the screen while enjoying my breakfast.

An hour passed, I went back to my room. Found my room that immediately gave off a fresh fragrance when I opened it. The floor looks shiny and the bed, table, chair is neatly arranged. The bed has also been replaced with a new one. And, what's that on the corner of my bed? I narrowed my eyes looking in that direction and approached. Stand reaching. My clothes? He prepared it too?

I raised an eyebrow. Feels.

But, what am I thinking about? This is a maid job.

I haven't had a shower yet.

Then come out with wet hair. So fresh. Wearing the clothes he had prepared.

It's good that he understands quickly and very initiative like this. Even though I find it hard to find a reason to scold her.

I went out to the balcony of my room next to the balcony of his room. Only separated by a riben glass wall. Seen from my position but invisible from his position. I'm the one who specialises in this area. So that I can monitor if there are guests in my apartment without realizing it, at least through the balcony of this room.

I leaned my chest against the fence, while playing my phone, checking the movement of the stock. When I found out, Miranda was also on her balcony. Sit cross-legged facing forward. I was looking down, reading a book like that. I don't know what reading.

I switched to my phone again. Reply to the messages of business colleagues. Observing stock movements. Receive every report Liva sent. Then look at him, whose focus has not moved from that position, since then. Observing every movement of his hand flipping through the sheets of books. It looks serious. To my surprise, what book was she reading? Why do I want to know this? It doesn't matter! My logic suddenly refused.

I'm on this balcony, until noon, until he's no longer on his balcony, and then I'm up too.

In the afternoon, I went out of the room. Then head to the kitchen to check the contents of the refrigerator. Feels hungry. Maybe I'll order some food soon. And it turns out, at the dinner table, I've arranged my lunch. Back to the menu of my favorite restaurant. Again, he ordered and prepared it. Then where is he?

I ate this dish. Finish it up. Passing through his slightly open room, it turned out that he was in the room. Do I need to call him? For what reason? My high self-esteem refused. Or just peek? The door was not closed. It's ridiculous. I don't know, I just want to know what he's doing inside. It's okay, right? For my safety. Who knows, inside he is building a bomb for example.

As it passed, I slowed down my steps. Look, peek out of the door. He was praying, turning his back on this door. So his face is invisible.

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These three days passed just fine. Not a bar I was thinking about. Even far from my shadow. I thought I was going to face those fateful days that told me so much. Messing up my days. Faced with a strange village girl, still nineteen years old, must be spoiled, hick, and various other prejudices.

Apparently, it's not that bad. It's not as childish as I thought. And I understand all the unilateral deals I've made. He really never took off the veil and the whole cover of his body in front of me. Even last night, I opened his unlocked room when he fell asleep. Even when he fell asleep he was wearing all that. As I ordered at the beginning.

He is very good at doing everything. Serving my daily needs, taking care of the house and everything. My food, my drink, my clothes. Until I have no reason to scold him. He doesn't bother me one bit either. Complete the housework he did, he immediately went into his room. Closing the door and doing nothing in the room. Only if he's on the balcony of his room can I know what he's doing. Whether reading a book, teaching, or calling.

He seems to understand very well the one-sided deal I made. To keep their distance, each one lives. As a room neighbor.

Right after the third day of my marriage leave, I was so excited to start today. There's a lot of PR I have to complete at the company. Including the project that Alex is handling and seems to be in chaos. He is unreliable.

After the shower, I immediately put on my work clothes. Brown shirt complete with tie and black suit. Miranda had prepared it perfectly. Very slippery and fragrant.

Like yesterday, he also prepared my breakfast. I don't think even if I'm stuck in a forced marriage like this, I can hire her as a maid in this apartment. Even in the Opa house.

Rarely am I so satisfied with the job of a housekeeper. Usually, I always ride black every time I face low-level workers like them. Either at home, in the apartment, in the office. Always, there have been work defects that have invited me to wrath. The sloppy, the slow, the forgetful, the undisciplined, the difficult to catch orders due to limited insight and other factors. Making my emotional veins always provoked to explode.

These three days passed in silence and without angering me at his work. To be angry, there is no material to be directed.

Shortly before I got off the dining table, Miranda came out of her room and immediately met me. Carry the responsibility bag and put it on the table. Where the hell is he going? A subtle whisper swept over my curious.

"Sir, do you want permission?" He said in a questioning tone while cleaning up the rest of my breakfast.

I play with my phone as if I don't hear it. For the sake of self-esteem. Then he looked at her as she turned towards the sink.

The permit? What's the permit for? Didn't I tell you we're all living? So no need to ask permission, right?

But if he wants to, yes whatever. I'm not the one who would interfere with her and her affairs.

I raised my head, looking at her who was wearing full-length dark brown clothes today. A thick, loose-fitting outfit and a matching headscarf whose length exceeds half her legs it seems. Was it hot that he was wearing such clothes? Was the 'disgrace' on his body that bad that it was so closely guarded? Too bad.

Eyes blinked. Again, showing off the same lashes.

"Today I went to college again. Yesterday the permit was only three days. Afternoon home with ashar ya." He explained without asking.