MY TSUNDURE HUBBY

CHAPTER 3

After finishing his shower, Sailub came out to see Pon once again-nesting in his original position, writing something.

The clip that held up his hair had already been taken off, the hint of childishness he had before, was no more.

Once again, he transformed into the cautious fellow he was when they had first met.

On the dining table, and still steaming hot, laid his dinner. The spread had egg-fried rice, and greens along with a saucer of cucumbers mixed in a soybean paste.

Next to those were a bowl of hot chicken soup as well as egg-fried rice with peas and carrots mixed in. Judging by the colour alone, it all looked quite good.

Those kinds of simple dishes arranged on the dinner table, appeared exceptionally warm and fragrant, allowing the originally cold expression worn on the man's face to soften.

After drinking two mouthfuls of soup the uncomfortable feeling ins his stomach calmed down.

Sailub then tasted a bite of the fried rice, the flavour was extraordinarily good.

Indeed, it was just as the information gathered about Pon said, he was truly a very good cook.

Sailub used the spoon to scoop yet another bite of rice.

At that moment Pon, still focused on his work, began, "There were no more ingredients, so you'll have to make do by eating this little right now. The soup was made this afternoon though." After saying that he stopped at once, then raised his head to look at Sailub, "Sorry, I... I forgot you were coming back today."

After that last sentence was spoken, Sailub's smoothed brows once again creased.

He took the rice filled spoon to his mouth, leisurely chewing then swallowing, then somewhat mockingly spoke, "You simply didn't remember?"

Pon was speechless, he really was, but this time all he could do was lower his head in silence.

He didn't know what he should say, after all, the two were still unfamiliar with each other. Even if he could say something he wouldn't know how or what to. All he knew of Sailub was just a brief introduction he found in a Finance magazine, and the impression he got when he signed the contract that day.

Seeing him once again lower his head, Sailub felt a bit agitated. The delicious egg fried rice from just a moment ago, suddenly became tasteless.

He looked towards Pon, "Have you forgotten who you are?"

You haven't forgotten who you are.

The man's words to Pon made his heart turn in circles, the corners of his mouth slipped slightly, pressing themselves together even tighter.

Who he was?

Yes of course, who he is, was Sailub Hemmawich's contracted wife.

At that time as payment of the debt, Pon believed he was sold to Sailub to be a form of labour and such, but in the end the contract's contents startled him.

It was not that of a labourer, but one of a marital relationship.

Although same-sex marriage was allowed by the law, if both parties were willing, they could use medical methods to extract sperm to have their own children, Pon had grown up in a small village.
There, for such matters like marriage, the understanding of it was quite traditional.

It was always about the balance between Yin and Yang, and he had never thought about the same-sex in that way.

In fact, strictly speaking, Pon cannot be said to be homosexual or heterosexual, he simply never liked anyone.