Her Hope: Chapter 2

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Story title: Her Hope

Chapter 2: The Marriage

She was just 17, and she was getting married. She was naive and hopeful. He seemed full of charm and portray himself as the protector. Now a wife. She thought she was free. He was now her provider, always there, always understanding. He often brings her out, paying for food she craved for. It was blissful, or was it?

"Here's $50. Buy what you need from the market, I want you to cook me meal for tomorrow", he said as he waved the $50 note before placing in on the table.

She was still schooling by the way, she had class that day from 9am till 4pm that day. Yet, she could only nod and took the money. She could always get some eggs and scrambled it along with some rice. That would suffice for a meal, won't it? She wasn't raised to cook a meal when she was still living with her parents. Her mother would do scrambled eggs on days she don't find time, and her father would accept it.

"Just eggs? When I say a meal, I expected 3 dishes", was all he could say when she served the meal that evening.

"I had classes, I didn't get to buy much with $50 anyway", she replied as honest as she could.

"Well, you would try harder if you want to. Cook me a meal tomorrow", was his cold reply.

No empathy, that man she thought was her prince charming was now just a customer in a restaurant and she was just the cook now. Who is this man she married?

A comment soon became a condescending curse. From "just this?" to "so simple, yet you can't even do it well?"

A request became a controlling order. From "Shall we eat out?" to "Cook or you starve".

Talking turned to arguments. Shouting soon turned into a common noise to her ears. Since what hurt her was not visible, she thought this was what love is. She took it in hopes that her obedience would win his love she once felt.

Months passed, those insults just continue on. She knew this wasn't quite right. Never once had she seen her father in the way he did. She knew deep inside that she needed to reach out, yet she felt shame. It was her who wanted this. She should face the music now. She brushed all those thoughts and convinced herself that this was love...

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