Chapter 5 I'M HIS GIRLFIRIEND

Waking up in a sleep-deprived state, Ayana couldn't stop yawning to hold back the sleepiness that still gripped her.

Her face was a little stunned when she found all the ingredients needed in the kitchen. Ayana was faced with a complicated choice, confused about what to make for breakfast that morning.

Her beady eyes stared at the clock on the wall, a thin frown coloring Ayana's forehead.

"Is he awake?" she muttered haunted by curiosity.

Since last night, Ayana actually could not sleep well. She don't know what Rayyan was doing, the man's baritone voice disturbed her calm.

Ayana thought that Rayyan must be chatting with his girlfriend-Diana. That's why Rayyan never gave a variety of expressions. Whether it's chuckling, laughing at a fairly large volume.

Even so, the girl who was currently plucking her hair at random finally forced herself to sleep.

Ayana's hands nimbly cut onions. She plans to make fried rice, the food she always eats when she wants to go to campus every morning.

Not long after doing it, the girl has now served two plates of fried rice to the dining table.

After that, Ayana went to the room of the man who just made his promise in front of the priest yesterday. Even though at first she was hesitant to knock on the door, with unanimous determination, Ayana chose to continue.

"Umm, Rayyan? Are you awake?" Ayana shouted waiting for a response from the people inside.

She knocked again after getting no answer. After a few moments Ayana caught the rotating door hinge, and she opened the door roughly.

Now Rayyan's pillow face was visible in front of her. Her half-open eyes stared at her with intimidation.

"What do you want?" he argued.

Ayana eyes blinked, holding back fear.

"Did I disturb your sleep? I'm sorry-"

Rayyan chuckled angrily. "Don't beat around the bush! Say what you want?!" he repeated fiercely.

Ayana unconsciously held back tightly to the knee-length skirt she was wearing. Channeling a sense of anxiety because of the man's pressure.

"Breakfast is on the table, eat it when you come down," Ayana said calmly.

Suddenly one of Rayyan's eyebrows knit together in response. "You cooked it?"

Hearing that question, Ayana immediately smiled in response. "Yes, I'm the one who cooks. You have to try it," Ayana offered sincerely.

Rayyan laughed sarcastically. Staring at Ayana's appearance from top to bottom with a trivial glance.

"A slut like you can cook, huh? Wow, what an astonishing achievement in the morning," his ejection succeeded in cutting Ayana's heart.

"I-I'm just doing my duty," Ayana squeaked her head down worriedly.

"Obligation you say, hm?" Rayyan snapped, laughing sarcastically. "Is this how you deepen your role as a wife? Do you think I will melt and accept your existence? Tch, don't dream, Ayana. Just throw away your damn food, I have no desire to eat it either!"

The hands clenched tightly. Ayana tried to stay strong in silence. Even though Rayyan seems blind to the kindness he gives, in reality, no matter how hard Ayana tries, Rayyan will still hate her.

"What are you waiting for? Why are you still here, get out of my sight!" he said too annoyed.

Ayana sighed. Even though in reality it was bitter, the girl still let go of a smile.

"Okay, then I'm down."

Ayana ended up having breakfast alone that morning. The untouched plate of rice in front of her made the food she was eating taste bland.

In the end, she decided to pack the fried rice into a plastic box, intending to give it to the complex security guard who needed to fill his stomach more that morning.

From seven to ten in the morning, Ayana just cleans up the house. She seemed to live alone, even Rayyan had not yet seen his nose stick out. She don't know what the man did.

While mopping the basement, suddenly the sound of a bell rang. Ayana paused her work and immediately checked who it was.

The door opened and revealed a beautiful, half-dressed woman waiting in front. Ayana stared in surprise at the woman's appearance.

"Excuse me, who are you looking for?" asked Ayana with a frown of a question mark on her face.

The woman glanced at Ayana's appearance as if she was appraising her.

"Rayyan is there? Tell him, I'm waiting for him," she replied sarcastically.

Her eyes blinked repeatedly. Her attention shifted when she heard the sound of a door from upstairs opening. For a moment she could see Rayyan's figure rushing downstairs.

"Sorry to ask, but who's Rayyan are you, huh?" said Ayana again curious.

Despite the noise, the woman said, "I'm his girlfriend."

Suddenly her feet took a step back. It crossed her mind to remember that woman and also Rayyan on her wedding day who was doing a scene that hurt her pride. Ayana's heart squeezed again, how could this woman come here?

"Move!"

Rayyan's baritone woke her up. The girl's body staggered backward as Rayyan's strong hands pushed her hard. Luckily Ayana could still control her body, otherwise, she might have fallen.

"You kept your promise," Rayyan said smiling bringing the woman's body into his arms.

"Come on, you think I'm lying, hm?"

Her hands deftly landed on Rayyan's waist, embracing him passionately. Her fingers wildly groped Rayyan's broad chest.

Ayana smiled sadly behind recording all the activities of the two. Her heart was like being stabbed by a knife, the corners of her lips lifted to reveal a bitter smile.

"Not here, you're not ashamed to be seen?" Rayyan whispered.

The woman laughed. "Just now, you're already horny? Hasn't your wife ever done anything more than this?"

"Do you want me to make your lips bleed? I never thought of her as my wife, Diana," Rayyan chuckled.

"Oh, yeah? Then where is she? Why haven't i seen her before?" asked Diana looking around.

Ayana's hands are unconsciously clenched, channeling the power of the sadness of her life.

"You've seen it," Rayyan replied curtly.

She frowned, Diana's eyes were directed towards Ayana who was mopping the room. A little surprised, but Diana smiled meaningfully in the end.

"Are you serious? I thought it was a maid," Diana said loudly, deliberately raising her voice.

Ayana, who is not deaf, can only sigh, she doesn't care about the insult and continues to clean up.

"Never mind talking about her, sickening you know?" concluded Rayyan sounding embarrassed.

"Okay, now what?" asked Diana waiting for Rayyan's next response.

"What else, hmm?" Rayyan whispered in a hoarse voice. "Fuck me, honey."

Ayana's breath caught when she saw the two humans walking affectionately to the top floor. Even Ayana's existence seemed meaningless to them.

At times like that Diana even deliberately kicked the mop bucket next to her, so that the water in it came out and spread to the floor of the room.

"Oops, I accidentally."

She don't know where the girl's emotions have gone. Ayana looked down to confirm the position of the bucket. Rayyan's voice called out her name again.

"Don't dare to go up while our business isn't finished, you understand?" he threatened.

Unknowingly her mouth opened in response. "Wh-why?"

"Why?" Rayyan repeated Ayana's words at a slightly higher volume. He was annoyed by the girl's question.

"That's because your presence is not wanted, Ayana! You don't deserve to be in this house! Until whenever you are the source of trouble!"

Continued...