He put down his wine glass and began to take off the clothes he was wearing.
He took them off with great haste and roughness, as if there was a poisonous snake in that layer of clothes that made him throw them off so quickly.
When he took off the last layer of cloth, standing naked in front of me, my soul had already flown into the clouds.
Then he panted closer to me, and I instinctively dodged, about to run back to the door.
But when I ran two steps, I was hugged from behind. I cried out loudly, wanting to struggle to get out of that embrace, but was held even tighter.
I was violently thrown onto the bed, and right after that, my heavy body pressed down on me.
I don't know what to do, just instinctively protesting, sobbing and crying alone.
There was a "pop" sound, my left cheek received a slap like heaven.
I tried not to cry and not resist anymore, panic looking at the man without a piece of clothing on the other person, only seeing the uncomfortable, depressed look on his face.
Only then did I remember my mother's advice. My mother told me, husband is heaven. As a daughter, she must obey her husband. The husband is the lord, no resistance, only submission.
But mom, making love like this, is it right or wrong after all, why don't mom tell me! My mom just said, today I will know all...
I didn't have the strength to struggle anymore, that night, under his rough strength, I trembled and bit my lip, choosing the method of submission...
It was only when, I suspected that he was trying to kill me, that he finally stopped all action.
Leaving me, he turned over and fell asleep. From start to finish, he never said a word to me.
I was afraid that the man lying next to me would do that scary thing to me when I woke up, so I lay still and did not dare to move. Unable to sleep all night, I lay awake until morning.
Lying in a strange room, snuggled up in my wedding bed, my tears kept flowing.
Beside me was a strange husband, my whole body aching and stiff.
I think of my loved ones, of the mother who used to hold me in her arms and cry quietly. I don't know if my mother's wedding night is as painful and pathetic as mine.
I remembered my cousin again, his gentle and gentle smile. I don't know when, tears wet my shirt, I quietly wiped them away.
The headscarf that symbolized luck and happiness, which I had carefully kept throughout the day, was now thrown to the ground. The lovebirds embroidered on the towel were mercilessly stepped on by the groom, but the colors were still very bright.
On my wedding night, the red candle shed tears all night, I also shed tears all night.
Only, the tears of that red candle were close by, while my tears flowed back into my heart.
I don't know where my heart has wandered to. Perhaps to the place where the silhouette of his cousin was.
It was not until the next day, through the servants in the house, that I learned that I had been married to the Ngo family in the neighboring district.
I just learned that the man who shared the bed with me last night was named Ngo Gia Tu
Early in the morning when the sky is still dim, when the rooster announces the five watch
The general was still sleeping soundly after the wedding night, his eyes were half-closed, and his eyelashes moved from time to time.
A man when he sleeps is not as scary as when he wakes up. This was the first time, I looked at a face of the opposite sex from such a close and long distance. Not only that, I also shared a bed with that man. Looking back, I still find it inconceivable.
Gently sitting up, I suddenly discovered that there was a white silk on the mattress, on that silk was a dark stain of blood. The shape of that streak of blood resembled a small apricot flower. My mother once told me, it was a sign that, from an uninformed child, I became a real woman.
I looked the blood on the silk, look again the man sleeping on the bed, thinking about the actions that person did to me last night, my face turned red again.
The maid brought in water and helped me brush intended for the lady hair. Through the first mirror, I see myself older, looking somewhat like my mother's image.
At that time, my general was also awake, naked body sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at me.
Again, feeling extremely embarrassed, I bowed my head very low.
Maid stepped forward to help him get dressed, but he refused.
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