Chapter 9: Chapter 8

Ryouma and Teresa bound together by a contract marriage. When she first read the contract, she had a strong urge to punch Ryouma black and blue because not only did he insult her in their 1st meeting but he had that overconfidence that Teresa might fall for him. Teresa planned to make him fall for her instead and planned to be a sweet, innocent, submissive wife, who would always do whatever her husband asked her to; to get into his good books first. But due to his rash behavior towards her, do hell with “get into his good books” she decided that as long as she remained in his life- for a year, she would make his life hell. So, she took help from all the ways possible- Rina, mom, to make her husband’s life a nightmare. But none of their ideas, she found suitable; they were at the extreme level- Rina would make a plan to literally kill him and mom’s ideas were not helping her either, so, she turned to Rihito for help.

On a certain day when Ryouma enters his room, he gets the 1st nightmare of his life, gifted by his cute wife.

Ryouma’s P.O.V

After a long tiring day, I enter my room still talking to my secretary about tomorrow’s meeting. The room is glowing pink from every corner of the room, What?! Wait! This isn’t my room! I close the door and turn back to the corridor.

Wait a minute.

“I’ll talk to you later, Jack. Just arrange everything for tomorrow’s meeting perfectly.” I dismiss the call and open the door to my room, again.

“WHAT THE HELL?” I shout.

Any guy would freak out this if he currently saw my room, am I dreaming? was my 1st thought. Rather than a dream it was more like a nightmare. Any guy’s nightmare, because I don’t think any guy would be happy to see his room fully covered in pink. Yes, my perfect room in bloody pink color! Pink curtains, pink bed sheet, and pink carpet, pink feathery couch with pink cushions bloody hell even the wardrobe is pink!

“What the hell has she done to my room?” I throw the cushions angrily. From the past few weeks we’ve been continuously fighting. Every day she does something or the other to irritate me. But this time she has gone too far! She dared to invade my personal space.

I march towards the bathroom and bang the door.

She’s so dead!

The door opened, seems like she’s not here either.

What the hell?! She didn’t even spare the bathroom! Damn that witch!

Teresa’sP.O.V

“Let’s see, I have my favorite chocolate chip ice-cream with marshmallows, and chips and chocolates. Yes perfect!” I pick them up and walk towards my room.

Oh yes I’m going to have a perfect night with my bestie, Rina must be reaching anytime soon. Actually we are celebrating today “The perfect destruction of my perfect husband’s perfect room.”

Oh the door is open! “Is she here already?” I murmur as I enter the room.

As soon as I enter my room, instead of Rina I’m greeted by a devil ready to eat me up. Like literally!

Calm down Teresa! You knew you’ll have to face this.

Take a deep breath now... one... two...

I keep the bowl from my hand on the table hoping that he doesn’t notice me shaking.

He marches towards me and bad news he’s angry... very, very angry... he might explode the whole room and Rina isn’t here yet, neither is mom. You’re dead Teresa!, shouts my subconscious.

With him taking each step towards me I take a step backward, I hit my back against the wall and he corners me between his arms and the wall at my back. Oh my God, there is no escape!

I take a deep breath and try to calm myself, I’d be fooling myself if I say I’m not scared. I’m scared to hell but no he doesn’t need to know that! I open my eyes and stared at his eyes which had a murderous intent. He looks at me with his murderous look, flaring his nose, his face total red in anger. He’s the predator and I’m his prey. As much as I wanted to shut my eyes, I know if I do that now it’s over for me.

“w-what the hell is going on?” I try to hide the tremor in my voice.

“I should ask you that. What the hell is actually going on here?” He hisses.

I slowly escape from him and reached a distance beyond is grasp.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shrug.

“Do not test my patience woman!” He shouts.

“I seriously don’t know what you are talking about.” I play innocent.

“What the hell have you done to my room?” He roars.

“Oh this. Can’t you see husband? I changed our room from dull and boring to totally exciting hot pink.” I smile at him nervously.

“How dare you?” He shouts as clenches his fist.

Oh no! I just added oil to the fire. I gulped.

“How dare you do this to my room?” He yells.

“Husband, need I remind you that this is my room too.” I answer him leaning on the wall to support myself from falling down. You need to if your husband is a mighty monster.

“Don’t give me this bullshit.” He shouts.

If he continues shouting like this, the day I go deaf isn’t very far!

“Bullshit? You should thank me that I didn’t post any Disney princesses’ posters on the wall but now I think I should have listened to mom and have done it.” I suppress my laugh as he makes a face when I mentioned “Disney princess.”

Actually I don’t even like the color pink, I just wanted to annoy him but mom, she had some really crazy ideas like posters of Disney princesses but no I just want to annoy him and not me, so, the walls remain white and no Disney princesses.

“I don’t care what you want or what mom wants. I just want my room back to normal BY TOMORROW” He threatens me pointing his index finger.

“Your memory is very weak, dear husband. But I’ll repeat it again I’m your wife and what’s yours is mine too so this is my room too so I’ll do whatever I want with it. This room is very normal right now than before so no husband you’re not getting it abnormal again.” I announce to him pushing his finger back with mine.

“Ok.” He takes a deep breath. “Fine, you’re my wife. But just to remind you, our marriage is a contract and according to that I don’t think you have any right to stick your nose in my business and just do one thing do not invade my personal space!”

He’s at it again. Fine you wanna talk about the contract. let’s do that!

“oh why? This is my business, husband. It’s my room too you see. And every wife has a right to redecorate her room and not even that stupid contract can stop me from doing so hmm?” I cross my arms and stand straight in front of him.

Just then I spot my best friend at the door. Thank god I don’t think I could have stood this devil any longer.

“And husband, my best friend and I have plans for tonight and I’ve already made arrangements for your sleep in other room so would you mind getting out of this room please?” I point towards the door.

“I am not going anywhere. This is my room and I’m staying here. And I don’t remember any law or any contract that can stop me from doing so, hmm wifey?” He mocks me.

“Oh sure husband you can stay here as much as you like but I was thinking for you, how will you work here when we do all the shouting, you have a very important presentation to prepare for isn’t it? I was just being a considerate wife you know but it’s okay if you want to stay. It’s your room too what can I say?” I shrug.

“You... You” he points his finger at my face.

“Yes, husband. You have anything more to say?” I tease him.

“You and your best friend can just go to hell!” he shouts as he storms out of the room.

“Well for now you have a nice journey to hell.” I mutter. Phew! Thank god he’s gone. I couldn’t have handled him a second longer. I slump down on the bed.

“Now that was amazing, Teresa.” My best friend comes running to me excitedly.

“Only I know how I saved myself but yes thank you.”

“Round 1 Score 1-0. hehe” I give her a high five..

Morning

When I woke up, the first thing I saw was Mr. monkey working on his laptop. God! he’s such a workaholic! Every time I see him he’s working. Yesterday night too before I slept he was working and early in the morning he’s still working. If you’re asking, why is mr. monkey in the room? and where is rina? well last night we were having lots of fun, singing, dancing, having my chocolate chip ice cream with marshmallows, but Rina suddenly got a call that her house caught fire and she immediately drove back but guess what? It was my husband Mr. Monkey making the prank call and ruined our night and came back to the room with a victorious smile on his face. (Score 1-1.)

And early in the morning I have to see his irritating face but of course I won’t let this spoil my day. Because today Rina, I and mom are going for a movie, my face lits up with this thought and I open my wardrobe to get ready for the day but I’m greeted by little mice, tattering my clothes into bits!

“What the hell?” I scream as I get away from my wardrobe. My entire wardrobe is filled with mice.

“shoo shoo” I try to shoo them away.

My poor dresses! I hold a piece of my dress and sob.

“Oh my god! What the hell happened to your clothes?” He enters the closet and gives me a sympathetic look but of course the happiness in his voice gave away.

“You did this!” It was not a question, I know he did this.

“Well of course! Thank you very much! I’m glad my work is appreciated.” He agrees easily not even trying to hide.

“You’ll pay for this.” I narrow my eyes.

“Oh really? what will you do wifey? Complain to my mom or cover the walls with ‘Disney princesses’ Posters?” He mocks me.

“I see so it’s about the room!” I glare at him. He’s getting his revenge.

“yes! you messed with my room and I, oh I mean the mice messed with your clothes! I hope you’ve learnt your lesson and from now on don’t stick your long nose in my business, got it wifey? ” He pinches my nose.

“You- you..” I slap his hands.

“Yes wifey, you’ve got anything to say.” He teases me making faces.

“Damn you!” I stamp my feet.

“Ok then let me get ready or you want to use the bathroom first? Oh, sorry I forgot you’ve got no clothes to change into so I guess I’ll use the bathroom.” He hums happily and enters the bathroom.

Fine you’ve won the round 3. Score 1-2.

Thankfully mom and I went shopping yesterday and I’ve got brand new clothes for me that thankfully I didn’t take them out of the bags.

I quietly locked the door from outside.

Ok Mr. Monkey use the bathroom as much as you want and I’ll show you what exactly sticking my nose in your business means!

OFFICE

Ryouma’s P.O.V

Damn that woman! Because of her for the first time in my life I am late for a meeting, she locked me inside the bathroom! I meet my secretary who thankfully informs me the clients aren’t gone yet. Before I enter the conference room my secretary tries to say something but I’ve got no time for this I’m late almost 30 minutes. Damn!

“sorry gentlemen I-” I trail off as I see freaking nightmare of my life, my wife talking to clients happily.

What the hell?!

I glare at my secretary who nods at me.

“Oh it’s okay husband. Your wife has got everything under control, right gentlemen?” She beams a bright smile.

I grab her by her arm and pull her in a corner.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I shout at her in a whispering tone.

“Husband, I was just playing the role of a dutiful wife. Entertaining your guests as you got late for the meeting? You’re 30 minutes late, you know!” She points at the watch.

“And who is the one who got me late?” I glare at her.

“How would I know husband? I was here.” She shrugs making an innocent face.

“You’ll pay for this woman!” I threaten her.

“Don’t you dare threaten me husband! I haven’t created any problem yet. This was just a trailer to show you what exactly sticking my nose in your business means but if you provoke me again I’ll show you the entire picture, got it monkey?” She threatens me, jabbing her index finger at my chest.

“YOU-”

“Okay then gentleman as my husband is here you can continue your meeting. It was very nice meeting you. Let’s hope that there never comes a situation when I have to meet you guys again, I mean because of my husband getting late. I hope this to be the first and last time he’s late, Right husband?” She looks at me with a smirk.

“I hope you are on good terms with me as you see no husband can win against his wife so don’t you think you’re any exception. I’m a very dangerous woman if I want to be so from now own you mind your business while I do mine and I hope that you don’t ever provoke me to mind your ‘business’ okay dear hubby? And by the way Round 4. Score 2-2. I always return the favor.” She whispers and winks at me.

“Bye bye gentlemen. Bye husband. Have a great day.” She waves at us then disappears from the room.

I’m going to murder her!

Home

Teresa’s P.O.V

“oh yeah oh yeah.. Aha...” I sing aloud with my headphones on.

Suddenly a pillow hits my head. I take my headphones off and glare at my husband who’s sitting on the couch with his laptop.

“I thought we came to an agreement today that we won’t bother each other. What’s this?” I grab the pillow which he threw at me.

“Just shut your mouth and let me work.” He focuses back on his computer screen.

“My mouth if I want to sing, I’ll sing!” I throw the pillow aiming at his face which makes a perfect goal.

“Do not mess with me! You want to sing go do it somewhere else not here!” He throws the pillow back at me.

“You’re messing with me. This is my room too I’ll do whatever I want.” I throw the pillow again but this time he catches it.

“I know this is your room too and blah and blah and blah but I don’t want to hear your croaking voice so shut up and let me work.” He shouts.

“How dare you? You’re calling me a frog! You monkey!” I throw another pillow at him.

“Oh sorry sorry! that would be an insult to frogs even they are better than you.” He throws the pillow back and it hits my face.

“You want a pillow fight monkey. Yeah! bring it on!” I throw two pillows at him.

“Don’t mess with me! you’ll regret it!” He glares at me catching the pillows.

“Let’s see who regrets!” I charge at him with pillows in my both hands.

I hit his face. He hits mine. I push him down, he tackles me down and covers me below the pillows.

After a series of pushing and pulling, we hear a knock on the door and mom enters the room.

“What the hell is this?” Mom shouts shocked seeing the condition of the room.

Pillows torn, room looks like a cotton factory and of course we both pulling each other’s hair.

I thought seeing us like this she’ll scold us but instead she bursts out laughing. We immediately let go of each other.

“Are you guys reminiscing your childhood? God this sure brings back memories.” She laughs out loud.

I don’t know whose childhood she’s talking about. I don’t remember doing anything like this in my childhood I was a very reserved kid, so shy and quiet that I didn’t even utter a word, Rina was the one who made me come out of my shell. Confused I look at her and to my husband and then back at her.

“Looks like you guys are getting along well and I was worrying for nothing. Here, I was here to give this to you.” She hands over an envelope.

“Okay kids enough of your pillow fights go to sleep ’k?” She kisses my cheeks and walks out of the room.

We look at each other.

“We get along? Seriously?” we say in unison pointing at each other.

If someone gave us a knife and asked us to kill each other we’d do it without hesitation and we get along?

Never!

“What’s this?” He snatches the envelope from my hand and opens it.

“Hey monkey give it back. Mom gave it to me.” I try to take the envelope from his hand, the contents of the envelope fall down and its tickets.

Tickets to honeymoon!