Hello everyone~
I am back with more Wedding Dress Trauma story and it's a sequel.
At first I was hesitating to type a sequel but I guess to get the fun carried on, get more people to smile and mend some of the 'hurt' inside.
Do enjoy this.
REVIEWS are welcomed!
( disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. )
Author message:
This story is just for you. My wish is to bring more smiles to people even when I have to try hard because I do believe everyone deserves to be happy.
I may place you in a fantasized world with this story but as long as I am able to bring up that smile (even when it's an unconscious one ) I will continue to write…XD
(pls leave some comments if you want to, I am hungry for your opinion to improve for the better…) XD
Wedding Dress Trauma : Lady Uchiha ( sequel )
Chapter One: Married Ever After
Office telephone rings…
"Hello, this is-" before the pink haired female could speak any further, her pink brows twitched by the caller's distinctive chuckle she could never fail to recognize.
Her brows furrowed the more she listened to HIS continuous mockery during her office hours.
"I beg your pardon, SIR. You have reached the wrong line."
With that, she coldly closed the conversation. Her colleagues were currently staring at her and they always do whenever THAT sort of phone call came. But, this time they hardly gossiped behind her back.
Why? You know, I know and the whole world knows it!
The day HE rewrite her status into Uchiha Sakura was the day she gain more respect and zip those unnecessary gossips about her and her size.
Oh yeah, that feel good…but that would be abusing her 'power'.
'Great power comes with great responsibility', she bear that in mind.
Okay, Uchiha Sasuke is her hubby and the boss she is still working under with. He did suggest that she'd be his personal secretary.
She refused instead she preferred to stick around her old position in one of the corners in lower offices of the same building.
Office telephone rings…
Office telephone rings…
Office telephone rings…
Sakura glanced at her surroundings, no one is picking up but to stare at her like the phone is hers and hers only.
"Um… , the phone please?" one of her colleagues addressed her with an act of being friendly.
Sakura was astound, Mrs Uchiha…that doesn't sound too right when she is among her colleagues.
Rolling her eyes to herself, she finally picked the annoying phone.
"Hello, SIR. How may I be of help to you?" bluntly.
Sasuke's distinctive chuckle was mocking her and yet it was the loveliest tune she'd hear from the man she loved.
"Yes, yes. I would like to ask your opinion," he said, regaining his seriousness with a hidden merry tone.
"And what would that be?" she whispered into the phone.
"I seriously need to know which you'd prefer," he went on. "Should I address you 'my beloved' or 'my love' perhaps 'sweetheart'?"
How she wished she could just unplug the telephone line this instant, he is teasing her again during work and he had that issue going on himself for two solid weeks…since the day of their marriage.
"Sasuke, I'd prefer we discuss that after work and don't call again unnecessarily cause MY manager's watching me. Good day," she cut the line without giving Sasuke the chance to counter. She still had chills run down her spine whenever she recalled their previous conversation. Sweetheart, her heart giggled.
What's up with him and addressing her in a fancy way?
Can't she just call her, Sakura like he always do?
"Um, …" she jumped when she failed to notice her colleague's presence.
"Yes?"
"Here is the file you requested," the demure colleague handed over with much respect.
"Thanks…and, er, you can just call me Sakura…" the pink haired female corrected, she did not feel like adopting special status to show who she REALLY is. She want to blend in like the days that used to be, like an employee of the Uchiha Corp..
Employee Profile:
Name :
Haruno Sakura
Gender :
Female
Description :
Pink hair ( weirdo )
Green eyes ( doesn't look too smart )
Tall and big in size ( direct translation: fat!)
Status :
Available and forever will be ( not anymore.)
Married to whom the world knows best!
Message :
Forbidden word – fat.
I am no one special so don't stare at me like that…
Her fingers stealthily raced across the keyboard, she tried her best not to abuse pitiful keys with her 'great' forces of her fingers.
"Excuse me, a bouquet for Miss Sakura," a delivery man standing by the entrance as he announced the 'grand' recipient of the bouquet which every female would hope for. Clearly and loudly he did.
Obviously it is from Sasuke, the pink haired woman assumed and rose from her seat which squeaked yet no one dared comment.
"Thank you," after placing her signature, she cradled the large bouquet of red roses in her arms.
"You are really lucky to have such a loving husband, miss," said the delivery man before he left.
Sakura forced a growing smile back when she was placed under spotlight that moment. Even her manager was peeking at her.
Office telephone rings…
Dead silence. Everyone directed their stares at Sakura.
Office telephone rings…
Dead silence. Everyone continues to stare at her.
Office telephone rings…
Okay, that's it! She is pissed by their pressuring stares her colleagues are throwing at her. She stomped across the room to her table, pick up the phone and,
"Hello…" Sakura dragged long with an annoyed tone.
"How do you like my surprise? It took me a day to come up with that card," Sasuke spoke sweetly.
Card? She quickly searched between stems and found one in camouflaging red.
Sakura flicked it open.
Happy 2nd week anniversary, my Lady Uchiha.
A short message to which she stared long at, especially at the very end of the phrase. So this was the purpose of her opinion earlier and a rather good one too…Not!
Sakura silently smiled behind the phone.
"Sakura?" he called, she heard him tap his pen nervously of her late reply.
"Yes. Yes…very nice…thanks, Sasuke," she tried retaining her blush in public.
"Mother is expecting us for dinner tonight," he informed.
"Yes, mother called me earlier, I told her that I need to pick up a few things at Ino's tonight, so I'll be a little late," she fiddled with the phone wire, curling it around her finger.
"Alright, I'll be waiting for you—"
"No it's okay, I'll be taking the bus. I missed it."
Ever since she had a chauffeur and alternatively Saskue picking her up, she had not had bus rides too often.
A momentary silence indicates that he was hesitating on her idea and he knew that she will be too stubborn to change her mind.
"Okay. Promise me you'll be safe and be sure not to take short cuts when you walk and—"
"Call you when I am at Ino's. I get it, don't worry," she assured him. He tend to nag her whenever she tries to do things on her own.
"Okay…" he sighed. "Love you."