Her entrance 2

I swear within three months this pile of s*it will be mostly in shape!

As if to agree with me, the watch on my hand made a sound. I glanced down at it noting the indication that popped up stating how many kilometres I ran said glaringly: "five kilometres." As a noob—er, beginner—I have to say to my inner self; 'You Satrya! look how awesome you are! you did five kilometres without passing out! woot!'

But on the other hand, I was sorta calm—a total contradiction I must add: not too shabby.

All this while I was sweating like a pig and breathing super hard as if I don't suck in that much-needed lung full of air, I suffocate and die.

I felt like I would fall flat on my face any moment, but I pushed through returning home and heading straight up the steps—when I reached my seven-kilometre mark—and took a quick shower making sure to scrub myself clean.

Angry, I raged in my head about how much I hated this f***ing form; it is a work in progress, Satrya... Work in progress.

My husband, ah right yes, the unwanted husband came in just as I finished changing into clean clothing. The clothing was not even a bit flattering but simply a sack of a dress, in an attempt to hide my body.

I didn't look at him; I had no desire to. I did wonder though, if he knew that his original wife was dead and I've taken over her body... Ah yeh, I wonder about three seconds max then said to myself fuck it.

I knew from the first few days I was alone in the f****ing hospital unaware of this world learning by listening afraid I'd f**k up—

seriously, I didn't want to fuck up and be offed before I even had a chance to see if being free was worth all that effort fighting my c*nt twin for freedom.... he didn't come, he never came.

Apparently, my c*nt sister was weak, she ran to the hospital for the slightest shit!

Ugh, the list was so f*cking long, worthless b*tch.

I'm not even going overboard here, first, the memories are slowly flooding in like a figment at a time like for example my sister could not cook, everyone knows that to keep a man happy is to look good, feed him and bed him... Perhaps praise him too but the most popular I read were those first three moving on!

She couldn't dress seriously, her closet looks like an eyesore. If I had a way to regenerate my eyes I'd seriously dig them out to get rid of the horrible image of her "clothing."

All in all, this c*nt sister of mine was a big f*cking failure who snagged a dude above her level like wayyyyyy above it and was tossed aside when she was no longer wanted.

Ah.. so he usually ate out, while I focused on integrating properly in this world by practising I have to be real about this first the money, I've read about men who had housewives who didn't work got f*cked over.

To be tossed on my a*s so soon without any survival skills is a fail for me.

Still, I must admit;

I like the small five-bedroom house; the location was quiet; I had my own room, and he had his. It had a library and office with six bathrooms, each bedroom having their own bathroom and one for guests downstairs; the car was left to me by him, I kind of refused to drive for the moment since I had no clue how to work it as yet.

I might f*ck it up and my new body might be damaged beyond repair when I like crash into someone's house or drop off a cliff, I had zero desire to die right now so yeh not yet I'll learn but first the shit body.

Right... back to the money, I had opened an account, thank f*ck in my maiden name I don't think using the married one would be a wise move anyway, every chance I got I added to it for the four weeks I was in this world I had saved three thousand, the useless husband was generous that way when I take off I have useful sh*t I can sell later or use and he didn't breathe a f**king word.

I snickered to myself but I didn't want my luck to run out; I had grabbed a couple of hideous bags and will sell those first.

'"Ah useless sister you have no fashion sense whatsoever, why these ugly things? "'

I added some gaudy-looking chains, an oversized watch I wanted to smash the face but held myself back. It looked expensive even if it was ugly, some earrings that looked like they would drag down my ears and probably head as well, they were never worn... Thank f*ck.

They should fetch a decent price... I hope. The watch beeped again as I saw the small house up the street, almost a mirror to those around it. It's just ours was slightly different with the garage area which was able to hold three cars and erm the extra two rooms from the normal three-bedroom homes around.

To be honest with myself, I hated the f**king house, every day I have to fight the urge to not burn the s*it down, yes I thought it was cute at first but one can be subjected to mind change so yes now I hate it.

And wish that the one beside it caught fire as well so that a chain reaction can be caused which would then lead to the entire f**king gated community catching fire.

I glared and glared but caught myself before I lost it, this time ah yeh Satrya don't draw eyes to yourself.

Act normal ah, act like a law-abiding, normal citizen.