“Theresa,” the quiet voice coming f

“Theresa,” the quiet voice coming from behind her sent her flying out of her seat in alarm, she half-turned, half-crouched in a defensive position before she realised that it was Sandro’s voice. Of course that didn’t make her feel any safer than an unknown intruder would have done. He had both hands up, palms facing her, to keep her calm.
“Relax… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he soothed.
“Well, you did,” she retorted furiously. “Why on earth are you skulking around at home this time of day anyway? Usually you don’t get home until seven or eight.” He always left for work before seven in the morning and usually returned well after the time most “normal” husbands would come home.
“I thought that we could spend the afternoon together,” he muttered distractedly while his keen eyes absorbed every aspect of the room. He was walking around now, barely paying her any attention, lifting things, fiddling with her tools, until Theresa couldn’t take it anymore.
“Don’t touch that!” She snapped impatiently when he lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import.
“You design jewellery,” he whispered in astonishment, his eyes finally lifting to meet hers and Theresa’s own gaze fluttered away, while her cheeks fired with embarrassment.
“I know they’re no good,” she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio he had lifted from one of her other workstations: she had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewellery, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-precious stones and her desk which housed her laptop, for paperwork and correspondence. “And I know that I should not be wasting my time with it. But it’s just a hobby… so…” her voice petered off as he continued to flip through her portfolio with an absorbed frown, occasionally lingering on a page before moving on. She stood in front of him, fidgeting nervously, waiting for the scathing set down that would undoubtedly follow. He suddenly turned the open book toward her.
“This is your cousin’s engagement set,” he observed, tapping at the picture of the diamond and white gold earring, pendant and ring set she had made for Rick a few years before.
“Yes but they’re Rick’s design. I just made them.”
“I can tell they’re not your design. Your things are more…” he paused and Theresa braced herself. “Raw… elemental… why don’t you work with real gemstones, instead of semi-precious stones?”
“Uncut precious stones are insanely expensive. Semi-precious stones are cheap and easy to find and if they’re damaged in any way while I’m setting them, it’s no big deal.” He grunted again, obviously barely hearing her as he went back to flipping through her portfolio.
“And this is what you do all day?” He looked back up at her for confirmation.
“Well I can hardly sit around and twiddle my thumbs all day, can I?” She challenged and his eyes flickered slightly. She snorted disdainfully as she realised that that was exactly what he’d thought she did all day. He probably thought she spent her days shopping and lounging around in beauty salons.
“Why did I not know this about you?” He asked quietly and she shrugged.
“Just one more thing you never bothered to learn about me,” she said dismissively.
“Just one more detail you didn’t offer about yourself,” he responded fiercely and her eyes snared his in challenge.
“Would you have been interested if I’d told you?” He was honest enough to avert his gaze at the question and remained silent in response to it.
“How many of these have you sold?” He changed the subject, indicating toward her portfolio.
“None,” she shrugged. “The only jewellery in that portfolio that I don’t still have is the set I made for Rick and even those were just a favour.”
“But why keep them hidden?”
“They’re not good enough. Just a silly hobby, a waste of my time, really, I couldn’t compete with the real designers out there anyway.”
“It’s uncanny, I hear your voice but it’s like listening to your father speak. He told you that you weren’t good enough didn’t he? And you believed him?” He seemed uncharacteristically furious about that.
“No… yes… no… Look, I know that I’m not good enough; I have received no formal training. I printed stuff off of the Internet, did a bit of reading and started experimenting. I’m the only one who ever wears these and then only around the house!”
“I think that you should have Bryce Palmer or Pierre de Coursey have a look at these,” she fidgeted slightly, not entirely sure what to make of his sudden interest and praise.
“I wouldn’t want to waste their time, they’re busy men.” The two men he had referred to co-owned one of the most exclusive jewellery companies on three continents.
“I hardly think you’d be wasting their…”
“Look Sandro… just drop it, please,” she interrupted harshly and his eyes snapped up to her strained face. His own expression remained impassive and he shrugged carelessly before slowly closing the portfolio and placing it back onto her desk.
“Suit yourself,” he muttered, before continuing his amble around the room. She watched as he picked things up, inspected and replaced them. She remained seated, swivelling her desk chair every so often to keep him within sight. He eventually stopped his restless pacing to come to a standstill directly in front of her. She lowered her eyes to his expensive size eleven Italian loafers and fidgeted with the pencil she had picked up again.
She nearly leaped out of her skin and dropped the pencil with a muffled yelp when he captured her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently tilted her face up until she raised her vulnerable gaze up to his unfathomable chocolate brown eyes. He let go of her chin to stroke the back of his hand down her soft cheek and she tried her best not to cringe from his touch but she wasn’t quite successful in masking her reaction because his eyes iced over and his hand dropped heavily back to his side.
“What other secrets are you keeping from me, I wonder?” He mused beneath his breath.
“I have no secrets,” she responded.
“What would you call this?” He indicated the room with a sweeping gesture and she laughed but there was absolutely no humour in the harsh and abrasive sound
“This was hardly a secret,” she shook her head bitterly. “If you’d come here at any time over the past year and a half, you would have known about this. I never lock the door… you were free to enter at any time.”
“Why would I have had any reason to come up here?” He asked in his most maddeningly pragmatic voice. “It’s hardly the most logical place for a workshop.”
“It’s also the one place I spend most of my time so of course you’ve never bothered to come up here,” she responded sarcastically. “You’ve never willingly sought me out before, Sandro… and I believe that the only reason you’re doing so now is because things aren’t going according to whatever Master Plan you have devised for this so-called marriage of ours. Pretending an interest in me is your latest way of trying to keep me compliant, isn’t it?”
“Stop trying to second guess me, cara,” he admonished gently. “You have no idea what makes me tick or what’s going on in my head.”
“Oh, I think I could definitely say the same about you. In fact I think I know you a lot better than you do me!”
“I doubt that,” he dismissed, dropping his hands into the trouser pockets of his tailor-made, expensive suit, half-reclining against her work table and crossing one long leg over the other in a pose of sartorial, casual elegance.
“Fine…” she tilted her head as she ran a contemptuous gaze over him. “How do I take my coffee?” He frowned at the question before shrugging carelessly.
“Black…” he stated with the utmost authority.
“No, you take yours black, I don’t drink coffee.”
“This is pointless,” he dismissed. “And juvenile…”
“Everything about me, or to do with me, is pointless to you,” she observed bitterly.
“That’s hardly…” he began but she interrupted him again, barely able to credit her own daring. She had never once stood up to him this way before but she was done being a doormat and just because she was trapped in this marriage at the moment did not mean she would to allow them to walk all over her anymore.
“Everything except my womb of course…” she laughed half-hysterically. “You have a lot of use for that! That’s all I am to you, a womb on legs!”
“You’re being ridiculous,” he scoffed.
“What about my birthday?” She asked suddenly, still ignoring him. “When’s my birthday?” His jaw clenched and he remained mute, keeping his eyes glued to hers.
“I see no need to prove myself in this way…”
“You can’t answer it, can you?” She challenged. “Yours is on the twenty-fifth of February. You have four older sisters, Gabriella, Sofia, Isabella and Rosalie, and a large extended family, you dislike spinach and are allergic to bees, you like…”
“Enough!” He sliced an impatient hand through the air in front of his face, cutting her off abruptly. “This is bordering on stalkerish and it proves nothing other than you possess a creepy excess of information about me, which I must admit, I am more than a little uncomfortable with.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

"Theresa," suara tenang yang datang dari belakangnya mengirimnya terbang keluar dari tempat duduknya di alarm, dia setengah berbalik, setengah berjongkok dalam posisi defensif sebelum ia menyadari bahwa itu adalah suara Sandro. Tentu saja itu tidak membuatnya merasa lebih aman daripada seorang penyusup yang tidak diketahui akan dilakukan. Dia memiliki kedua tangan ke atas, telapak tangan menghadap dia, tetap tenang nya.
"Tenang ... Saya minta maaf, saya tidak bermaksud mengejutkan Anda," ia menenangkan.
"Nah, yang Anda lakukan," dia balas marah. "Kenapa kau bersembunyi di sekitar di rumah saat ini hari pula? Biasanya Anda tidak mendapatkan rumah sampai tujuh atau delapan. "Dia selalu berangkat kerja sebelum jam tujuh pagi dan biasanya kembali baik setelah waktu yang paling" normal "suami akan pulang.
"Saya berpikir bahwa kita bisa menghabiskan sore bersama-sama, "gumamnya bingung sementara mata yang tajam diserap setiap aspek dari ruangan. Dia berjalan di sekitar sekarang, hampir tidak membayar nya perhatian, mengangkat hal, mengutak-atik alat nya, sampai Theresa tidak tahan lagi.
"Jangan sentuh itu!" Dia tersentak sabar ketika ia mengangkat sepasang pemotong yang memiliki biaya bumi untuk mengimpor.
"Kamu desain perhiasan," bisiknya heran, matanya akhirnya mengangkat untuk memenuhi miliknya dan tatapan Theresa sendiri berkibar, sedangkan pipinya dipecat karena malu.
"Saya tahu mereka tidak baik," ia memberanikan diri gugup , melambai portofolio besar ia telah diangkat dari salah satu workstation yang lain: ia memiliki papan gambar untuk merancang, meja kerja untuk benar-benar membuat perhiasan, sebuah meja potong kecil untuk memotong kawat dan membentuk batu semi mulia dan mejanya yang bertempat laptop-nya, untuk dokumen dan surat-menyurat. "Dan saya tahu bahwa saya tidak harus membuang-buang waktu saya dengan itu. Tapi itu hanya hobi ... jadi ... "suaranya mereda off sambil terus membolak-balik portofolionya dengan kening berkerut diserap, kadang-kadang berlama-lama di halaman sebelum pindah. Dia berdiri di depannya, gelisah gugup, menunggu set pedas bawah yang pasti akan mengikuti. Dia tiba-tiba berubah buku yang terbuka ke arahnya.
"Ini adalah sepupu Anda keterlibatan set," katanya, menekan pada gambar berlian dan anting-anting emas putih, liontin dan set cincin dia dibuat untuk Rick beberapa tahun sebelumnya.
"Ya, tetapi mereka desain Rick. Aku hanya membuat mereka. "
"Saya tahu mereka tidak desain Anda. Hal Anda lebih ... "ia berhenti dan Theresa menguatkan diri. "Raw ... elemental ... kenapa kau tidak bekerja dengan batu permata yang nyata, bukan batu semi mulia?"
"Uncut batu mulia gila-gilaan mahal. Batu semi mulia yang murah dan mudah untuk menemukan dan jika mereka rusak dengan cara apapun sementara aku pengaturan mereka, itu bukan masalah besar. "Dia menggerutu lagi, jelas hampir tidak mendengar saat ia kembali ke membolak-balik portofolionya.
"Dan ini adalah apa yang Anda lakukan sepanjang hari?" Dia melihat kembali ke arahnya untuk konfirmasi.
"Yah aku hampir tidak bisa duduk-duduk dan bermalas ibu jari saya sepanjang hari, dapat saya?" Dia menantang dan matanya berkedip-kedip sedikit. Dia mendengus jijik saat ia menyadari bahwa itu persis apa yang ia pikir dia lakukan sepanjang hari. Dia mungkin berpikir dia menghabiskan hari-harinya belanja dan duduk-duduk di sekitar di salon kecantikan.
"Kenapa aku tidak tahu tentang Anda?" tanyanya pelan dan dia mengangkat bahu.
"Hanya satu hal lagi yang tidak pernah repot-repot untuk belajar tentang saya," katanya acuh .
"Hanya satu lebih detail Anda tidak menawarkan tentang diri Anda," dia menjawab keras dan matanya dijerat dalam tantangan.
"Apakah Anda telah tertarik jika aku bilang?" Dia cukup jujur ​​untuk menghindari tatapannya pada Pertanyaan dan tetap diam dalam menanggapi hal itu.
"Berapa banyak dari Anda telah menjual?" Dia mengubah subjek, menunjukkan arah portofolio nya.
"Tidak ada," ia mengangkat bahu. "Satu-satunya perhiasan dalam portofolio bahwa saya tidak masih memiliki adalah himpunan yang saya buat untuk Rick dan bahkan mereka hanya nikmat."
"Tapi kenapa mereka tetap tersembunyi?"
"Mereka tidak cukup baik. Hanya hobi konyol, buang-buang waktu saya, benar-benar, saya tidak bisa bersaing dengan desainer nyata di luar sana pula. "
"Ini luar biasa, saya mendengar suara Anda, tetapi itu seperti mendengarkan ayahmu berbicara. Dia mengatakan kepada Anda bahwa Anda tidak cukup baik bukan? Dan Anda percaya padanya "Dia tampak seperti biasanya marah tentang itu.?
"Tidak ... ya ... tidak ... Dengar, aku tahu bahwa aku tidak cukup baik; Saya telah menerima pelatihan formal. Aku dicetak barang dari Internet, melakukan sedikit membaca dan mulai bereksperimen. Aku satu-satunya yang pernah memakai ini dan kemudian hanya sekitar rumah! "
"Saya berpikir bahwa Anda harus memiliki Bryce Palmer atau Pierre de Coursey kita lihat ini," ia gelisah sedikit, tidak sepenuhnya yakin apa yang membuat nya tiba-tiba bunga dan pujian.
"Saya tidak ingin membuang-buang waktu mereka, mereka orang-orang sibuk." Kedua orang yang telah disebut co-dimiliki salah satu perusahaan perhiasan yang paling eksklusif di tiga benua.
"Saya tidak berpikir Anda ' d membuang-buang mereka ... "
"Dengar Sandro ... hanya drop, silakan," ia menyela kasar dan matanya tersentak wajah tegang nya. Ekspresinya sendiri tetap tenang dan ia mengangkat bahu ceroboh sebelum perlahan-lahan menutup portofolio dan menempatkannya kembali ke mejanya.
"Terserah," gumamnya, sebelum melanjutkan seenaknya sekeliling ruangan. Dia menyaksikan dia mengambil hal-hal, diperiksa dan menggantikan mereka. Dia tetap duduk, berputar kursi mejanya setiap begitu sering untuk menjaga dia dalam pandangan. Dia akhirnya berhenti mondar-mandir gelisah untuk datang ke berhenti langsung di depannya. Dia menurunkan matanya ke ukuran mahal sebelas sepatu Italia dan gelisah dengan pensil ia dijemput lagi.
Dia hampir melompat keluar dari kulitnya dan menjatuhkan pensil dengan jeritan teredam ketika ia ditangkap dagunya di antara ibu jari dan jari telunjuk dan lembut miring wajahnya sampai dia mengangkat pandangannya rentan nya hingga coklat tak terduga mata cokelatnya. Dia melepaskan dagunya stroke punggung tangannya di pipi lembut dan dia mencoba nya terbaik untuk tidak merasa ngeri dari sentuhan, tapi dia tidak cukup berhasil menutupi reaksinya karena matanya es atas dan tangannya turun berat kembali ke sisinya.
"Apa rahasia lain yang Anda menjaga dari saya, saya bertanya-tanya?" Dia merenung di bawah napas.
"Saya tidak punya rahasia," jawabnya.
"Apa yang akan Anda sebut ini?" Dia menunjukkan ruangan dengan sikap menyapu dan dia tertawa tapi benar-benar tidak ada humor dalam suara keras dan kasar
"ini hampir tidak rahasia," ia menggeleng pahit. "Jika kau datang ke sini setiap saat selama tahun lalu dan setengah, Anda akan tahu tentang ini. Aku tidak pernah mengunci pintu ... Anda bebas untuk masuk setiap saat. "
"Mengapa aku punya alasan untuk datang ke sini?" tanyanya dengan suara paling menjengkelkan pragmatis nya. "Ini tidak tempat yang paling logis untuk sebuah lokakarya."
"Ini juga salah satu tempat saya menghabiskan sebagian besar waktu saya jadi tentu saja Anda tidak pernah repot-repot untuk datang ke sini," jawabnya sinis. "Kau tak pernah rela mencari saya sebelumnya, Sandro ... dan saya percaya bahwa satu-satunya alasan Anda melakukannya sekarang karena hal-hal yang tidak berjalan sesuai dengan apa Master Plan Anda telah diciptakan untuk ini disebut pernikahan kita. Berpura-pura tertarik pada saya adalah cara terbaru Anda mencoba untuk menjaga saya compliant, bukan? "
"Berhentilah mencoba menebak kedua saya, cara," ia memperingatkan lembut. "Anda tidak tahu apa yang membuat saya centang atau apa yang terjadi di kepala saya."
"Oh, saya pikir saya pasti bisa mengatakan hal yang sama tentang Anda. Bahkan saya pikir saya tahu Anda jauh lebih baik daripada yang Anda lakukan padaku! "
"Saya ragu bahwa," ia diberhentikan, menjatuhkan tangannya ke kantong celana dari tailor-made, jas mahal nya, setengah berbaring terhadap meja kerja dan persimpangan satu kaki panjang dari yang lain dalam pose busana, kasual elegan.
"Baik ..." ia memiringkan kepalanya saat ia berlari tatapan menghina atasnya. "Bagaimana saya mengambil kopi saya?" Dia mengerutkan kening mendengar pertanyaan itu sebelum mengangkat bahu sembarangan.
"Black ..." katanya dengan otoritas tertinggi.
"Tidak, Anda mengambil Anda hitam, saya tidak minum kopi."
"Ini adalah sia-sia, "dia diberhentikan. "Dan remaja ..."
"Segala sesuatu tentang saya, atau hubungannya dengan saya, ada gunanya untuk Anda," ia mengamati pahit.
"Itu tidak ..." ia mulai tapi dia terganggu lagi, hampir tidak bisa kredit berani sendiri. Dia tidak pernah berdiri untuk dia seperti ini sebelumnya, tapi ia dilakukan menjadi keset dan hanya karena ia terjebak dalam pernikahan ini saat ini tidak berarti ia akan membiarkan mereka untuk berjalan di seluruh dia lagi.
"Semuanya kecuali rahim saya tentu saja ... "dia tertawa setengah histeris. "Anda memiliki banyak digunakan untuk itu! Itu semua saya untuk Anda, rahim di kaki! "
"Kau konyol," ejeknya.
"Bagaimana dengan ulang tahun saya?" Dia bertanya tiba-tiba, masih mengabaikannya. "Ketika hari ulang tahunku?" Rahangnya terkatup dan ia tetap bisu, menjaga matanya terpaku miliknya.
"Saya tidak melihat kebutuhan untuk membuktikan diri dengan cara ini ..."
"Anda tidak bisa menjawabnya, bisa Anda?" Dia menantang. "Hormat pada tanggal dua puluh lima Februari. Anda memiliki empat saudara yang lebih tua, Gabriella, Sofia, Isabella dan Rosalie, dan keluarga besar, Anda tidak suka bayam dan alergi terhadap lebah, Anda seperti ... "
"Cukup!" Dia mengiris tangan tidak sabar melalui udara di depan wajahnya , memotong liburnya tiba-tiba. "Ini berbatasan dengan stalkerish dan itu membuktikan apa-apa selain anda memiliki kelebihan menyeramkan informasi tentang saya, yang saya harus mengakui, saya lebih dari sedikit tidak nyaman dengan."