—
"so what now?" y/n asked sitting at their
share bed.
"what?" rindou asked while drinking
alcohol at the near sofa not looking at her.
"what do you mean what?" y/n asked
again looking at him this time.
"what? do you want us to do that 'thing'?"
he asked raising eyebrows at her.
"no way! gross, i'll never do that especially
with a man who I don't love." she grossed
out.
"how about me? do you think I love you?"
he put the cup down.
"then why? why did you agree to this!
why you didn't try stopping us to get
married!"
"do you think I want this too? I have a
girlfriend that time where I truly love
too, like you truly love your boyfriend.
I tried my best to stop my dad from
getting married with you, but all I do
no one and nothing could change his
mind. I guess we're going to live like
this forever. a married couple forever
who does not love each other." he
chuckled and put some alcohol in
his cup.
_
five years have passed the two still
living in the same roof, but they're
not close with each other neither
have feelings for each other. rindou
will go everyday to the bar with his
brother ran, and going out with some
girls. while y/n will cook for their dinner
and over worked always. even though
they lived freely, y/n still didn't get to
see her 'ex'-boyfriend, the reason is her
mom still keeping an eye on her from
meeting the boy.
in all conclusion, the two didn't care
with each other at all. rindou will came
home drunk or sometimes in the motel
with some girls, y/n will take her time at
her office and don't bother cooking dinner
anymore.
after her work she will take a quick bath
and go to sleep.
but someday, it changes.
the reason why y/n always overworked
is to research and gathered data where her
'ex'-boyfriend is. after all the years, she
also gathered courage to escape from this
fake marriage.
she drove where maybe her 'ex'-boyfriend
living is. finally seeing the house, she
hoped out of her car. she look at her right
and left checking if there's someone
following her, after all cleared she
knocked at the door waiting someone
to open it.
after some minutes, the door finally
opened but she didn't expect that the
one who answered isn't her 'ex'-boyfriend.
"how can I help you?" the blonde girl
stated, not fully opening the door.
"where is he?" y/n asked with nervousness.
"who?"
"yuta, kazuta yuta. where is he?" she asked
me again.
"ah, you mean my husband?" the blonde
girl said.
