The Atrocious Duke'S Wife
Chapter 52: Time
THIS WORK IS FICTION. NAMES, CHARACTERS, EVENTS, PLACES, ARE JUST A DELUSION. PLEASE READERS BE WISE IN RESPONDING.
After reading word for word he wrote in the letter, I just sat on the edge of the bed.
I don't know how to react. Do I have to return the letter? Should I catch up with him? Do I just have to wait for him?
Don't know, everyone just ran away. It was as if there was no burden in his mind. Everything seemed to evaporate just like it mingled with the air.
Netraku caught a round orange that was beside me.
Slowly, I stretched out my hand and grabbed the orange. Throw out the bitter-tasting skin, and begin to pull out one fruit that tastes sweet and refreshing.
As soon as this orange came in, my eyes suddenly puddled with water. My mouth was still engrossed in chewing, with a faithful stream of water adorning my cheeks.
I don't know what happened to me. I don't know why I'm crying.
It's just that, suddenly at a glance, I could see the image of him re-recorded in my mind that had been empty.
I have fulfilled his request. Every time I eat an orange, I will immediately remember him.
...🥀...
The sun reappeared, greeting the new day, accompanied by a goodbye from the moon.
The light is warm, it hits the skin of humans and the green grass that is within its reach.
A woman wriggled in her sleep quite unwell, with eyes that were a quarter open.
His long brown mane looked tangled and irregular, and the sound of his calm breathing.
But unfortunately, the calm did not last long.
"Mrs!"
Suddenly the woman immediately jumped up from her sleep, and rubbed her eyelids so that her eyes were not blurry.
"Mrs, get up, madam!"
Cassandra looked grunting. "What's up, Elise?"
"Madam, because now the middle Lord Duke does not exist. You're the one who has to take his place here" explained Elise.
"Tasks?"
"Yes. And there's still a lot of Mr. Duke's unfinished work, so be prepared. I'll help you."
Cassandra scratched her head. "Later, huh? I'm still really sleepy. I want to take a little nap" he said, then went back to lying down and pulled his blanket up to his neck.
"Madam, you can't procrastinate. There's still a lot to do. This afternoon you must attend the upper house of Viscount Roustile. Then you should discuss about the security of the kingdom with the Marquess. And you also have to go to Duchy to check, monitor, and control finances, food intake, and much more. Come on Madam get up!" babble Elise.
The old woman is now tugging at her employer's blanket so that the employer does not laze around and immediately does his job.
It feels like Cassandra ingi's head exploded because of Elise's very complicated and long explanation.
"Alright, alright! I will get up, quickly prepare bath water for me," he said as he ruled.
"I have everything ready, Madam. You hurry up and clean yourself, I'll get your clothes ready now."
Elise also darted to prepare clothes that would be worn by her employer.
Cassandra dodged a heavy breath and lowered her legs from her soft mattress tenderly. With shaky and uninspired steps, the woman immediately went to wash her body.
Before the servant again shouted and chattered hysterically just like his own mother.
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"Slow down, Elise! My breath is tight, I can't breathe!" cassandra exclaimed because Elise was pulling her corset rope impatiently and very tight.
"Hold a minute, ma'am. Have you not been exercising lately? Your stomach is starting to bulge" said Elise.
"I'm not bloated! My stomach is just a little bigger than usual, and it's not bloated!" sergeant Cassandra.
"Alright, Mistress. You are always right, and I will always obey your words."
The grin of a smile was painted on the beautiful face of the woman, and it didn't take long for her to be neat and clean.
Soon, the beautiful woman stepped up to meet her days that would be a little different than usual.
...🥀...
Cassandra Pov's
Brugh!
A pile of paper that was slammed up and neatly laid out before me.
Horrifically. Am I assigned and forced to do all this?
"These are important files that you should check, madam. It contains data on income in Duchy, expenses, and the number of people who do not have jobs or the number of people affected by outbreaks and serious diseases."
Like a teacher who suddenly gave a test sheet, like this is my situation now.
And I am like a disciple who puts on a look of disbelief because it is required to do all this without preparation first.
"Alright..," I said slowly grabbed a piece of paper from hundreds of sheets. "That's one detail."
There are a lot of letters and numbers written there, very detailed. Is this the work of a Duke his days?
It's only natural that sometimes until night, Arlen still hasn't fallen asleep and rested.
"Remember, Madam. Later in the day you will have to attend the association at the residence of Viscount Roustile. Then-"
"Yes, Elise. I remember, you take it easy" Cassandra raised her hand telling Elise to be quiet.
"In that case, I don't want to disturb. If you need anything, you can call me. I resigned, Madam," said Elise then walked over and closed the door of the study.
The heavy breaths were again pushed back, with my eyes staring at the twin sheets of paper spilled by the writing.
"alright. At least it'll take up my time."
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Observing data for data, writing word for word, visiting region by region, I have been doing all day.
My waist feels like it wants to break, my body wants to crumble. My body even feels all sticky, and stinks.
After this I just realized, it turns out that the nobility not only spent and scattered wealth alone.
They had to work from time to time, they could not refute and reject the King's orders to them, and they also had to look dignified in front of the people.
If their attitude is a little bad, then the whole family will bear shame, and their names will be tainted and tarnished.
When there is a mistake and a misunderstanding, their lives are at stake.
Huh, it's complicated. The world is cruel. Whether in the past or the future, the same.
I got up from my bed and went to soak and clean my body.
But before that, there was a pattering sound from the direction of the window covered by curtain cloth.
Out of curiosity, I opened the curtain immediately, and it turned out that there was a dove pecking at the window glass.
There was a letter at his feet, so I quickly opened the window and picked up the letter.
"Thank you" I said unconsciously. Don't know if this bird will understand or not.
I opened the letter and read it.
...Hows it? Can you handle all my work? ...
...I'm not sure, but I can only hope that you can survive. ...
...It may be a long time for me to be back, and I don't know when. ...
...Therefore, send me letters often. So that at least you can hold back your longing for this handsome me. ...
I laughed reading it. Your orange. So he thinks himself an orange?
With my cheek that turned out to be warmed, I also put a scrap of paper on my chest.
When did he come back, huh?
I can't wait to see her, but she just left one day. But I couldn't help but look at it again.
Jesus, Cassandra! Stop thinking about him!
I have to focus on my current task, and not forget my half-running plan.
Actually I don't know what Anastasia's gonna do next. Looks like the woman is going to pretend that it's Arlen's son.
After the man comes home, I will tell him about the child conceived by Anastasia.
I don't care if the guy believes it or not, the important thing is that I won't feel regret at the end.
And, I also very much hope that he will return safely.
Because I've always been faithful waiting for his return and his warm embrace.
...🥀...
"It's weird. Why are more and more people unemployed? Isn't there a job that can get them back to work?" I stared in wonder at the piece of paper that was on my fingers.
"That's because the yield from our mines is decreasing, Duchess. I don't know why, but all of a sudden the mining resources are very much gone. So that no more wages are given to miners," explained Count Beronald chin-backed.
The old man was very confused because the results from the mine had suddenly decreased and many disappeared.
"Can there be a thief who took the mine?"
"That's impossible, Duchess. No thief has been able to steal the mines."
Cassandra fell silent while thinking.
"Therefore, many people are unemployed and the poverty rate is increasing. Many people cannot afford to feed their children" Count Beronald said.
"Like this. For a while, we'll keep an eye on this place. Especially the mining area. If there are strange motions, then we will act" Cassandra suggested.
Because, however, a problem must be considered and found out first the cause.
"And for the unemployed, you should think about how to solve the problem. Can you do it?" ask Cassandra.
"alright. I'll think about it."
Cassandra also nodded.
...🥀...
So tiring....
I feel like slamming my body right now on my bed. Very tired it feels, pacing from one region to another.
Sitting in the car which made my groin cramp.
Oh yeah, it's been a long time since I've received a letter from him. Did he forget? Or did he not get to?
But how busy was he to not have time to send a letter to me?
Hah. Stop thinking about it too much, you really are like a lonely woman now.
As I passed through Anastasia's room for a moment, suddenly the woman appeared out of my room.
With her stomach bulging, a sign that there was a child inside.
"A, Cassandra. It's been a long time, you've been so busy these last few months, are you okay? You look skinny. Do you eat regularly?" tanyanya.
"so. I may be just a little tired, but I will be fine after resting," I replied smiling sweetly.
"I'm sorry I couldn't help Cassandra. Because of my condition like this, I get tired easily."
"It's okay, Anastasia. I see, you don't push yourself too much either."
"Oh yes, by the way have you been in the month of your pregnancy? I'm sorry I don't remember, because I was so busy I forgot."
"Ah, she has entered six months. Therefore my body became very fat," kekehnya made me want not to come chuckle because of forced.
"so."
It didn't feel like time had gone on that long. Is it because I was so busy drowning in my duties that I didn't realize that time was running?
He's nodding. Then we entered into a moment of silence.
Until I finally opened my voice.
"Then, good night, Anastasia. I'm going to my room" I said.
"Good night, Cassandra."
Step by step until I finally reached my room. I lay down my body while staring at the ceiling.
My gaze ran towards the window, not knowing how many times I had been staring at the window before I fell asleep.
My mind keeps denying, but my heart keeps hoping.
Hoping for a dove that pecked at the window and gave a letter. Just like that time.
But as much as I wish, there has not been a dove or a letter since that day.
I always sent him letters, but none of the replies I got.
Somehow, thinking about trying to fight and risking my life out there, keeps me from complaining about taking his place here.
My hope and my reflection of the day he came home and scattered my arms, always excited me to go day by day without him.
...🥀...
"Greetings, Mr. Duke. There's a letter for you, "greet a Knight respectfully and courteously while giving a piece of paper.
The recipient then takes the letter. "You can go," he ordered and the Knight passed away.
The blond-blonded man sat down for a moment, opening the letter and reading the contents inside.
The look on his face was shaded, with a faint smile beginning to form.
Every word written by the woman he loved, able to eliminate all fatigue.
He has not returned for a long time, because his obligations here have not been fully fulfilled.
...How are you? ...
...Are you okay? ...
...Do you eat regularly? ...
...Why don't you ever get a letter from me? Just so you know, I'm always waiting for your reply. But you seem to have forgotten this beautiful me. ...
...I will keep you in mind, no matter you receive and read this letter or not, I will still send it to you. ...
...Even if I never get a reply, I will send it, until you finally reply. ...
...Fucking oranges. ...
The man almost laughed at his wife's annoyance. However, the man did not want to retaliate.
Really, he really wants to reply one by one letters sent by his wife. But time never allowed it.
When he wants to retaliate, there are always obstacles. So slowly, he forgot.
The man wanted to hurry back and hug his wife, but before that he had to do his duty first.
You know, he was eager to see her more than anything.
All he could do was wait and try.
Trying to get back quickly. Waiting for the right time to arrive.
Time where they will meet again.
^^I Become Wife of the Atrocious Duke^^^
^^^27 December 2020^^^