Glamour's POV
I froze in my steps at his question, I wanted to ignore him like I've been doing for a while now, but I didn't wanna push my luck too hard.
I don't know if it was written in the context of the contract that I couldn't go out without permission, so I replied with a short
"The beach."
I then proceeded to open the door but I stopped again at what he said next.
"Barefooted?"
I rolled my eyes, could he not see my feet why is he asking me something obvious. I ignored him and went on out.
I was expecting the beach to be packed with people but it was completely void of anyone. The swooshing of the ocean was the only sound I could hear.
I was a bit sad because I thought that I would at least see people who were here on a vacation maybe couples even.
I had been thinking about watching some romance even though my life seems to have no more hopes of experiencing any romance of any sort. not that I was expecting any romance, but I had hoped some days before I die to at least experience some even if it's not close to the one my parents have. But after the direction my life had taken, all hopes of romance have been nullified.
I had come out with thoughts that I could at least watch others who were in love and feel happy for them, but no one was here it's as if this whole place was rented.
I walked slowly, feeling the warmth of the sand underneath my feet, as the evening breeze blew my dress from side to side, while also blowing my hair which I had let down my back into my eyes. The breeze was a little cold probably due to the large ocean.
I walked closer to the water, and I could already feel the wet sand underneath my feet, as I came closer to the water. I continued to walk until I was a few steps away from the shore and into the water, the water reaching a little below my knee soaking the under of my gown.
I reached my hands and touched the waters, I played with them for a while, before going back up shore to sit on the dry sand.
Even though the ocean was cold from the evening air, I still enjoyed the frigid feeling of dipping my foot into the water. And for a moment, I forgot about my current plight as I couldn't help but perceive the serene sensation that surrounds the atmosphere.
The water rushed to my feet and then rushes away from them as I wasn't sitting too far offshore.
I could have gone swimming if I had packed a swimsuit with me I thought, but I didn't pack any, since this wasn't a planned vacation or something.
I sat silently and watched as the sun was beginning to fall, shying itself away from my prickly eyes. I felt so peaceful as I watched the sunset, but the peace was short lived, as the devious guy I had married chooses to appear in front of me, disrupting my peace and instantly soiling my mood.
I was instantly reminded of my life's event and I felt like I could literally die out of anger right now. Why was he here again I mumbled to myself, resisting the urge to yell out of frustration.
I didn't hear his footsteps maybe because it was on the sand or perhaps because I was too occupied listening to the sound of the ocean to have noticed.
"Here," he said and set down a pair of sneakers beside me. I looked up at him confused as to why he was getting me all these things is he aiming to gain something out of these small gestures I questioned in my head as I didn't want to hold any conversations with him.
I only looked at the sneakers which looked to be my size before looking away from them and staring back at the ocean without bothering to say a thank you to him.
I was expecting him to leave after dropping them just like he did earlier but he sat down a few meters away from me without a word.
What does he think he's doing, he better not be thinking of holding a conversation unless he's going to have it all by himself...
I didn't look at him and neither did he. I could see him from the corners of my eyes, and he appeared to be in deep thoughts as he stared off into space.
You better be having regrets about what you had done, forcing someone into marriage all because of a damned contract, I thought seething through my teeth.
I got up after a few seconds not wanting to be in his presence any longer as that only makes me mad at him, at Maya, and most especially at myself for acting foolishly on that night.
I went back into the cabin and went to check if my gun was still where I had hidden it. I heaved I sigh of relief as my hands came in contact with it.
I then went back into the kitchen feeling a little bit hungry as the only proper meal I've had for the past two weeks was the cereals I had earlier.
Inside the kitchen, I started to search for the grocery bags of earlier as they were no longer on the floor. But I only found that its content had been stocked in the fridge.
A few steaks which I hadn't seen earlier were also in the fridge. I took a pack of steak out and watched it carefully not sure how I'm going to start preparing it.
Maybe I should start by washing it I thought, I've seen a few chef's shows on the tv grilling a steak shouldn't be that hard I thought.
After washing it, I opened the oven and put the steak inside after setting the heat to medium.
I went back to the parlour to sit and wait for the meat to grill.
I then picked up my phone and dialled Hamdi's number.
"Hello?", a groggy voice asked into the phone.
"How could you not have called the only love of your life for more than a week?"
"I just finished speaking to her 2hours ago, are you sure you know who you're calling?"
"ouch," I said holding my hand to my heart while faking a hurt face even though he couldn't see me.
"Glam, why are you calling me from a new number?" Hamdi asked and I felt tears threatening to fall from my eyes as my lips quivered ever so slightly at the name he had just called me.
That name held so many memories in them, memories that could never be replaced, memories that I had never thought would bring tears to my eyes.
"Hello? Glam, are you there?" Hamdi asked after my end of the line was silent for a long while.
"Yeah, Dee I threw my phone away." I lied through my teeth as I couldn't bring myself to tell him the truth about what was going on.
"Are you okay? you sound like you're crying," he asked and I was about to tell another lie when he said
"Wait don't tell me you're crying after watching those ridiculous movies of yours?"
I then smiled through my tears remembering how he'd tease me nonstop for getting emotional at movie scenes.
"It's not ridiculous," I stated matter of fact, not wanting to tell him the exact reason for my tears.
"Yeah yeah, I knew you'd say that. anyways I've got to go it's like 2 am over here didn't you know it'd be this late before you called?"
"I knew I just missed you, ya know?" I said before saying goodbye and ending the call.
I had completely forgotten about my steak until after I dropped the call. I rushed to the kitchen imagining it going off in flames, but the oven had just made a bell sound just as I had entered.
I looked for a hand towel to bring out the meat and found some on one of the shelves. I took one and brought out the meat, my mouth watering at the savoury smell coming from it.
I picked a knife and cut some of it onto a plate and went back to the sitting room to eat. But my face completely scrunched up at the taste of it in my mouth.
I was about to go spit it out into the sink when the doorbell rang...
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pretty uneventful right? I know I'll spice it up soon I promise...