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Author Ramblings: thanks for your nice suggestions, it's nice to see everyone cares about Saku for not getting into trouble in the end and obtain her ideal shape.
I really wish that for her too…but I am a little mischievous author who loved to add spices into the moderate storyline. So you are in for some climax soon. Hope to spice up your day when you read on.
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Wedding Dress Trauma : Lady Uchiha (sequel)
Chapter Seven : For His Sake
Sakura's Daily Routine : Resolve Mode…
Day 1: Mission start!
Wakes up early for morning gym.
Greets the oats.
Goes to work by foot.
Skips lunch with an excuse.
Walks home.
Make excuses for avoiding dinner and crept off for night gym.
Bedtime.
( Sasuke has yet to notice anything. Good! )
Day 2: Yeah, bring it on!
Wakes up early for morning gym.
Greets the oats…argh…
Goes to work by foot.
Skips lunch by forcing her way through with a lame excuse.
Walks home.
Make more excuses for avoiding dinner and crept off for night gym.
Goes to bed.
( Sasuke has yet to realize her motive so far. Keep it up! )
Day 3: Another day!
Wakes up early for morning gym, yawn…
Greets the oats…she feel like puking.
Goes to work by foot, envies bus riders.
If Sasuke calls for lunch, don't pick it up!
Walks home.
Make excuses for avoiding dinner…again and crept off for night gym.
Goes to bed, exhausted.
( No progress yet, work harder! )
Day 4: Sheer determination!
Wakes up early for morning gym, double that effort.
More oats for fat absorption!
Walks to work…as usual.
No coffee at the office. Plain water is fine!
Hides in the ladies when Sasuke forces her to lunch.
Goes to gym right after work.
Goes home and to bed, exhausted!
"Sakura…" Sasuke called. No answer. Snores. "Good night sleepy head," and places a kiss on her forehead.
And the days goes down the list…
Day 5: More effort!
Day 6: Much more effort!
Day 7: Why isn't this working?!
Day 8: No giving up!
Day 9: Eh? I lost a kilo! Smiles.
Day 10: Determination Recharge!
Day 11: Go. Go. Go.
Day 12: I miss Chinese food…stomach growls.
Day 13: I am beat.
Day 14: I won't lose...huff puff...
Afternoon. Uchiha Corp. Offices…
Day 30: …...
"Miss Haruno…Miss Haruno…Miss Haruno…" a female colleague called repetitively, yet she got no reply.
Sakura's overwhelming grogginess drove her senses into an unruly state. She was practically exhausted due to her resolve-in-progress.
With eyes closed, she breathe heavily, having a hand supporting her head as she was totally in her wiped-out state.
Staring at Sakura in fear, the female colleague attempted to check up on her. Cold, Sakura's skin was.
"…?!" Sakura jolted in surprise by that unexpected touch of her colleague who too got startled in return. "Oh…it's you…" she rubbed her temples due to the dizziness.
"Miss Haruno, you don't look so good. Do you want me to inform —"
"No!" Sakura abruptly raised her voice to that alarming name. She must not allow Sasuke to know about this.
At home, she portrays as a professional actress in order to prevent him from suspecting her actions.
So far so good, she cannot afford to be exposed now that she had gone this far.
Let it be she's suffering now, it is part of the price to pay for the desirable body figure. It may not be the perfect 'S' but as long she is able to fit through anything easily, she'll do whatever it takes!
Currently, her progress seemed…slow. More effort is required, she told herself but for her to grow exhausted as days passed, her aim seemed far, far away from her achievement.
Don't give up…
"No…I am fine. You have something for me?" Sakura regained her composure.
"Y-Yes, here is the file you requested and this one requires two sets of photocopies," the colleague maintained her distance out of fear. Sakura smiled in return.
"Thank you—Ah!" both files accidently slipped out of Sakura's frail grip, her colleague quickly retrieved it for her, placing on her table instead. "Sorry…"
"Miss Haruno, you're trembling. Are you really okay? Would you like to consult a doctor?" kind words spewed were spewed from the worried colleague.
Sakura refused with a smile.
"Hey, time for lunch! Are you coming? We're heading to the Soba shop!" and everyone left…except for Sakura, as usual.
Food…Soba. Nice cold Japanese noodles of green tea and rice flavoured soaked in tasty dark sauce with wasabi.
Sakura's stomach raged fiercely. She groaned frustratingly, she had refrained herself from having a good bite of delicious meals ever since her program had started.
This is for the future…
Her personal phone rings to her favourite catchy tune derailed her train of thoughts. She fished it out.
Sasuke, the name appeared on the screen. She was surprised that he did not call her through the office line to which he usually would.
She hesitated on picking up yet she was eager to listen to his voice. The loneliness in the office began to kill her and so does her stomach.
"Hello…" her weak voice went, her head began spinning again.
"Sakura, I am now on my way to the office to pick you up for lunch. It has been weeks since we had one so I made a reservation at a French restaurant. You might want to go down to the lobby and wait a while," she assumed that Sasuke had went out for a meeting this morning, that's the reason he called her phone.
French food…her stomach rumbles in an alarming rate.
No! She must remain determined if she want to shape up.
Her head has been dizzy since this morning, she even skipped her 'friendly' oats as she had no appetite to eat them neither she want to get close ever.
She is suffering. This is torture. Mental torture. Worthy torture…
She wanted to cry.
She really wanted to cry.
She is crying…finally.
"Sasuke…" she swallowed hard. "I can't go…" her jaw trembled.
It is always the same old excuse whenever asks her out during this hour.
How many days it has been since she had properly dined in.
On the other side of the phone, Sasuke's brows furrowed when he heard the lump in her throat as she spoke. It worries him.
"Sakura, what's wrong? Sakura tell me what's wrong?!" his voice erupted in fear, he was far too worried that he almost forgot to hit the brakes.
Trembling as Sakura cupped her mouth, allowing her tears to break down further.
Listening to the voice of her lover, the man she does the silliest things for his sake, she tend to grow weak.
Pain, she started to feel in her trembling stomach, mild and inconsistent.
"Nothing. There is nothing wrong…" she uttered, tightly gripping her phone when a sudden intensive pain shot her.
"Where are you Sakura?! Are you still at the office?" Sasuke had no intention of listening to her lies he deduced.
"No. I am not at the office…" she quickly lied again. "And I won't be going for lunch."
The line went dead after.
Sakura clutched her stomach as she forcefully grabbed hold of her file towards the photocopy machine. Even when her legs were wobbly, she was too stubborn to give up on her journey.
"Just a little…more…" THUD!
Echoing voices calling in the dark…
"Miss Haruno! Miss Haruno! Miss Haruno!"
"Mrs. Uchiha! Mrs. Uchiha! Mrs. Uchiha!"
Blur vision of some other's silhouette, calling…
"Miss Haruno! Miss Haruno! Miss Haruno!"
" Mrs. Uchiha! Mrs. Uchiha! Mrs. Uchiha!"
Vision adjusts to the light to a clearer picture…
Sakura groaned, her hand traced to her aching head as her colleagues helped her into a sitting position.
She came to realize that she must have passed out earlier, that explains the bump on her head due to her fall.
" , are you alright? We were shocked having you found on the floor. I have informed about it and he is on his way here," informed her manager.
"What?!" This is bad. Sasuke will guarantee her with his demanding questions. She begin to feel giddy once more.
" would you like me to call an ambulance?" the manager asked in concern.
"No! Don't, I am fine. I am just dizzy that's all," she furiously spoke.
Why are they making a fuss out of her now.
Ambulance? There is no need for that.
And the fact that Sasuke will be here any minute, it would ruin her resolve-program if he finds out through her colleagues and manager's honest mouths!
"Listen here all of you, if you say one word about this to Mr. Uchiha, I'll fire the lot of you. Get it?" they nodded in fear of her threatening temper.
She did not want to do this, there isn't a choice. Forgive her…
Chap 7!
Hope you enjoyed it.
Things are not going to be too easy from now on for poor Saku. ( hehe…mischievous author is going to stir things…)
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Disclaimer: Masashi owns Naruto...