Chapter 1

The beautiful woman was shown holding out one of her tiny arms to turn off the stove with the palm of her right hand. While on the other hand, her left hand was holding a bowl of fried rice that he had just cooked. The typical hot steam of the newly cooked cuisine makes the blood rush. The two corners of her pubic lips curved then to form a thin smile. The brick-eyed woman with her small body then moved back, she placed the bowl along with a few other bowls on the table made of black mahogany that had been on a smooth lacquer in such a way that four chairs were on each side as a complement.

As her eardrums heard the ever-approaching pitfall of footsteps, Seren, the woman who had been talking, shifted her gaze and stood awkwardly at the table. Her pale look faltered as she watched the man walking from the upper floor up one step at a time toward her. "You are going out? What is this business at night?" ask the grown woman to the man who rushed down the stairs.

The man simply fell silent and continued to walk past her with his coat on, as if there were no one else in the room. The man did not turn to look at Seren at all even as his long finger extended to reach for the car's keys off the table and slightly nudge Seren's shoulder while doing so.

"You'd better take a dinner before you go!" said Seren again. Even though using the same vocal chords, this time Seren's speech had succeeded in getting the man near her to stop his approach at the door and then lowered it seriously by placing a button on the wrist of his coat.

The man smiled sarcastically and then turned around and gave Seren a look of disdain. "Never cook anything for me again because I would never touch your filthy home-cooked dish!" the man said from the threshold. Afterward, without saying another word, the man turned and walked away after having successfully planted the invisible knife for the umpteenth time on the inside of the seren who could look only at the set meal on the table with a wisp smile.

"I'm sorry, Baskara," she said with a chest that felt tight. She squeezed her chest from feeling the tightness and made it difficult for her to breathe and then walked up to the table and poured all the dishes there into the dishwasher. At the sound of Baskara's words, the previously enthusiastic Seren suddenly lost her appetite. Seren felt so hurt at the moment that she didn't have the intention to feed herself. Sheren then washed her hands for a while and then walked to the living room and sat on the sofa in front of the television screen. One hand seemed to be holding a glass of water. Seren sat for almost several hours waiting while looking at the figure displayed with her in the wedding dress on the enormous glass screen. She was not bored at all and kept gazing at the portrait and the clock alternating.

After some time went through the meaningless activity, Seren looked once again at the bottom of the portrait where the writing appeared in the mixture of white and red. Seren then walked a listless pace of fatiguing herself up the stairs to her room. But before Seren opened the door in front of her, the woman turned to stare blankly at a room with a tightly closed door opposite her own. The wistful look on her face seemed soulless as she whispered in her most subdued voice, "Good night, baskara." She then quickly entered his own room and closed the door..

While the large spigot featured very neatly carved raised writing ~Happy Wedding Serenade Aldrick & Baskara Jeremy~

Time had not actually gone so fast, but when Seren felt that she had just fallen into a dreamland when the sound of a powerful blow from the door was heard entering her hearing. The Seren slowly blinked her eyelids, with one of her hands raised up to shut the tiny yawning mouth. After stretching out her arms once, the fibers then get up and sit on the edge of the bed. "Wait a minute!" yelled Seren with her hands busily touching her hair. The woman then hurried down the stairs in a hurry with a view that did not escape the clock. She was a little exasperated when she realized that she had not been asleep for more than two hours when the tremendous pounding managed to rouse her to get up immediately.

"Baskara?" she blurted with fear and a little hesitation once she opened the door and found baskara standing next to the door.

Instead of fully standing, Baskara was looking at her resentfully with his limp body against the side wall of the door with his hand constantly pounding the door with an emotional gesture.

"You really are a useless woman,'' Baskara blurted in a harsh tone while occasionally interspersed with small hiccups. Then without saying another word, Baskara stretched out his hand to push the Seren's shoulders roughly and then slouched away with her staggered body.

"Baskara! Haven't I told you alcohol is bad for your health, stop consuming such unhealthy things!" Her voice sounded loud and shrill but her gaze looked very softly as she gazed at the unstable back of Baskara. Seren then stepped in pursuit of a Baskara that almost lost its balance on one of the rungs. She then pulled back Baskara's right sleeve and slung the browned-haired man's arm over her shoulder and tried to carry a body that was even twice her own size.

"Don't ever touch me, you useless woman! You are nothing more than a vile woman who always pretends to be innocent in front of others when is actually a filthy woman!" Bascara yelled rudely for his hand that Seren was clutching. But as if that was not enough, Baskara yanked her hair so hard that the woman's head looked up with glassy eyes.

Baskara immediately quelled her intention to go directly up to her room. Instead, under the influence of alcohol, Baskara changed his purpose and quickly dragged the thin body of Seren into the bathroom with a slightly unstable step and threw the weak and trembling body against the wall of the Seren bathroom continually saying, "Let me go, Baskara!"

But Baskara seems to not care at all. Seren then opened her lips to say something when her body was roughly pushed back by Baskara until her back accidentally hit the shower tap so hard that it caused the woman to cry out in pain.

The Bascara, who was half conscious as if in a trance, suddenly struck the smooth cheek of the woman in front of her and turned red. The distinctive sound of the slap made Bascara's eyes show a strange flash as the man suddenly squeezed his arm against Seren's back. The man then turned the faucet until the water flowed through Seren's whole body; From head to toe, it caused severe pain in some areas exposed to water.

"You are a slut! Never dare to touch my body unless you have cleansed all the sin in your filthy body!" Baskara muttered coldly while gazing intently at her body judging from top to bottom. He was completely out of control and just ignoring the wounded bystanders crying in front of him with a low wail.

"Wake up, I am your wife, Baskara! Stop calling me that horrible. For god sakes! I am your wife whom you should love or cherish wholeheartedly." She said with a faint smile. Her face looks really pale as she looked up to Bascara with tears streaming down the current bead of water. Her body hurt, but her heart hurt even more.

"Is it still appropriate to be called a wife that her first night is not even a girl anymore? Is it still appropriate to be called a wife after destroying my wedding plans with my girlfriend? Don't you think you are the most sinful woman on earth? You are nothing more than a useless slut hiding behind your innocent smile!" With his expressive face, Baskara pressed Seren's body against the bathroom wall using his enormous height, and whispered menacingly in the frightened Seren's ear, "Listen to me, you useless women! You are nothing but an insubordinate figure who has ruined all my dreams and futures with my girlfriend by having to marry a a woman like you."

Seren glued both her eyes together as she whispered to call, "Baskara..."

At this time, Baskara then raised his palm to rub Seren's right cheek which seemed red with the palm of her hand. So gently stroked the cheeks that were being moistened by the water and mumbled softly, "Therefore, before my actions cause you any further harm, it is best that you sign our petition for divorce immediately. Do not delay any longer unless you want to receive even worse things in the future. Think well and decide wisely!"

By the time Baskara said all that, she immediately turned and stood up as if nothing had happened to her. The man closed the bathroom door with a loud thumping sound and without feeling left a stiff-necked Seren with a wistful smile because of the sadness and shortness that made her life even more exhausting.