First and foremost, I would like to thank for those nice reivews. I was rather happy that I am able to convey my message and make others feel through this story.
Author rambling:
Yes I agree ( to one of the reviews ). Being beautiful is an advantage and the modern world is being realistic about it. It's like gaining superiority over the not-so-ones.
Beauty is a gift everyone receives from God from the time of their birth and God had never specifically defined beauty. It's either physical human body or the soul.
Example, ancient people having smallest feet or long necks is defined as true beauty in their own customs.
So, it doesn't matter if you are not physically/ facially beautiful. I like to say that 'Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder' and I am going to stick to this!
And being able to love and be loved is the most beautiful thing ever!
Agree?
Wedding Dress Trauma : Lady Uchiha (sequel)
Chapter Six : Getting Down To Business
Afternoon. Uchiha Corp. Offices…
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Resting her chin on a supportive palm, staring at a piece of paper where Sakura carefully list down her 'resolve' she had decided on.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Her continuous irritating taps where practically echoing throughout and she was all alone in her office when everyone was out for lunch.
Sakura decided to change her mind when she was supposed to be taking another day off from work.
Staying at home drives her nuts with all the loneliness haunting her every time she loiters aimlessly around and Mikoto will be having her afternoon tea with her bunch of gossiping friends soon.
For that, she had made her great escape to the peaceful office, correction, once peaceful office to where she might be exposed to foreseeable gossips among her colleagues about her incident.
'Let her RIP!'
The heading of red and bold and the picture of her disaster was printed on the front cover of a gossip magazine sold in countless copies at the paper stand she passed by earlier.
Although, Sasuke did pulled the strings in silencing the media but…well, not all of it. She don't blame him, he did all he could to protect her somehow.
Tap. Tap. Tap…
Sakura dropped her pen, she sighed at the long list of the dos and don'ts she came up.
DOS:
Breakfast, oats and oats and more oats.
Skip lunch.
Fruits and oats for dinner.
Sakura started to taste the monotonous flavor of her arch-enemy, oats. She hated them when she once tried to shape up and she swore never to eat them ever. Who would have guessed that she had to befriend them, now.
Gym in the morning and night.
Plain water is best.
Walk to work.
Work on house chores.
DON'TS:
No fast foods (prime killer).
No highly sugar-contented foods.
No oily foods.
No snacks.
No dairy products (coffee without milk!)
No car rides (the chauffeur gets his day offs!) or bus rides.
No taking short cuts during walks.
She is about to scream to the long trail of NOs that incites a new trauma. There is no helping to it when she wants a resolve and a resolve she gets.
"Well, there is no turning back..." if it is not for her sake, it's for Sasuke's too.
She want him to be proud to have her as his wife…yes, he already is but she want to do more for him. She want to stand proud beside him in front of everybody without being look down at.
Resolve!
"Hey, read this. Her dress ripped off at the scene and it was so loud that everyone in the ballroom could hear it!" then came their scornful laughter as the whole group of colleagues returned from their lunch break.
"Really?! How I wish I was able to witness that. I bet she falls like an oaf!" their sniggers.
"You could, provided you are smart enough to court a rich and famous woman despite of her SIZE—Mrs. Uchiha?!"
The astound group gasped speechlessly to Sakura's uninformed presence. They were so caught for this.
Sakura stared blankly at them in return, then turned away from them, resumed her work like she had not heard a single word.
"Oh no, we're so dead. If I lose my job, it's your fault." They whispered in panic.
"Why me? You were the one who bought that darn mag!"
"The whole lot of you! What do you think you're doing slacking off?!" the manager made his loud presence.
Sakura noticed that he also had obtained one of those magazines. He tried to hide it.
She didn't blame them. Everyone wished to peek into other's affairs, moreover to other's embarrassing moments. Human nature.
"A-Ah, Mrs. Uchiha. W-What a pleasant surprise," shuddering he greeted her. Sakura smiled in return ignoring the fact that they were all interested in her shame.
Office Telephone Rings…
Dead silence.
Office Telephone Rings…
The manager picked up.
"Hello, Uchiha Corp. Offices—Aa, Mr. Uchiha! Yes, yes, I will pass it to her immediately," the manager refrained himself from shuddering. Sakura was well aware that the phone call was initially meant for her. "Mrs. Uchiha, Mr. Uchiha is on the line."
"Thank you," she uttered. Her colleagues quickly dispersed to their respective cubicles with their worries building. "Hello."
"Sakura, I was so worried about you. I called home and they told me you had returned to the office. I was not informed of that earlier as I remembered," Sasuke was rather furious at her irresponsible actions and she was glad that he was.
She smiled behind the phone.
"Chill, I am talking to you now right, don't worry," spoken in light-hearted words.
"How do you expect me to chill when I found out that my wife is missing from home! And I presumed that I won't be having my favourite for dinner tonight," disappointedly.
Sakura smiled at him some more. He treats her like a child whenever it comes down to this and she liked it.
"Rest assured, I've already placed your order with the chef for tonight's dinner. He'll be preparing your favourite as usual."
"That's not it. What can taste better than my wife's cooking! Sakura, I wish you could quit your job and let me take care of you. Don't you want to live a better life?"
He is being sweet and his idea was the every woman's dream of living without having to work and spend luxuriously.
But the fact that she had a one-day experience of not working had her think twice. She will be no different from being a caged bird.
"I AM living a better life with you, Sasuke. And it's not like I am bothering you while I work right?" she tried to convince him.
She heard his silence a moment before he spewed absurd ideas.
"Why don't you be my PA?" she rolled her eyes and his idea was bad.
He already had his very sexy secretary doing the job and it will cause a scene when she takes over. The Uchiha name will be in shambles by then.
"Sasuke, quit joking and I had to meet Ino tonight so I will not be home too early. See you tonight, bye."
"Saku—" she cut the line before he could rant at her any further.
Yamanaka Flowers…
CLANG! CLANG!
Sakura noticed that Ino had her door hung with an additional cow bell to her liking. Seriously, she is one cow-bell obsessed freak. Maybe sooner or later she'll be having a cow itself to greet her customers.
"Ino," Sakura called to the absence of her blonde friend at the front. "Ino. Ino? Innnooooo!"
"Coming! Just a minute," soon there were rushing footsteps. "Hey, there! I was busy whipping up dinner, care to join me?"
Dinner…and the wonderful scent of Chinese stir fried food is making Sakura's stomach growl. She swallowed hard to resist such appetizing foods.
Resolve! She reminded.
"No thanks, I already ate," apples and oats. "Have you bought it yet, Ino?"
The sapphire eyed female nodded vehemently.
She fished out a bag of Sakura's requested purchase. The pink haired female would have got them her own, since the public had their eyes on her, she would not want purchase things which will create additional publicity in gossip magazines.
Bottles and more bottles of dietary supplements, fat burning pills, slimming pills and all sorts to get in shape fast were laden on the table. Sakura checked each and every of them, she nodded to herself.
Resolve! She is taking extreme measurements to a crazy extent.
"Thanks, Ino."
"Sakura, are you sure about this? Cause—" the blonde is rather worried.
"Ino. I can't afford to embarrass myself any longer and neither I want to cause any more trouble to Sasuke…I have to do this," determination, mirrored in sea green eyes. Her seriousness fears Ino.
'This is not right, Sakura…' Ino spoke innerly.
"And, Ino…" the blonde stared in worry. "Please don't tell Sasuke."
Okay, here's chap 6~
Hope you enjoyed it. More will be coming soon, I will try to spice things up in future chaps.
Comments are welcomed anytime, any day~ XD, so REVIEWS pls.
Ps: Naruto owns by Masashi Kishimoto and not me (how I wish I was him).