100 DAYS OF MARRIAGE
Chapter 1
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...Namira...
...Emile...
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...CHAPTERS 1...
Being married to someone we don't love and don't love us is what plunges us into a life of torment, and that's what happened to us, me and her, the second heir of the O'clan Company who had been my man, long ago.
Well, at least we had been in a relationship like a couple for a few days even though the word love was never revealed from our lips. Oh, errat, I once confessed my feelings to her before I knew she was in a relationship with me just to play me, more precisely so that she could taste my body.
But that was just the past that I should have forgotten soon, had we not suffered such an ill-fated event that we had been caught in a forced marriage bond, a contract marriage that we have mutually agreed upon, between me, the first party, Namira Hermawan, and her, the second party, Emil Cornelius O'clan.
How could a marriage like this work? We live like strangers under the same roof. And the idea of marrying a contract.
"*What happened this is an error*." Emil looked at me sharply as if explaining that the wedding plan forced by our parents was something he did not want to do.
"*I know that*!" sounding cranky indeed, I just want to show him if I am the same as him who does not want this marriage to happen, he said, although I had to desperately hide my painful mind so painfully found rejection from him.
Isn't that painful? He subconsciously took me under the influence of war medicine.who entered his family's VVIP room at the O'clan hotel, then stabbed me without my consent and in the end we were caught red-handed by his family. Oh,,, what a shame.
"*Aaaahh*!!" the scream of a young girl sounded so shrill that it disturbed my sleep, that I lazily opened my eyes and instantly my eyes fused perfectly.
How not? I woke up on a bed without a thread with that bastard who was as innocent as I was, but that was not what surprised me, unless in front of us have stood at least four people with sharp aiming gazes. They are the Emil family who intend to rest in the VVIP room we were in last night.
I hurriedly pulled the thick white blanket under my feet to cover my entire plain body, and I did not forget to divide it a little for the old man as a cover of his long trunk. Long? Yeah, well, it's Cobra, not a worm.
"*What are you doing? Emil*?" the old woman I knew she was the asshole's grandmother.
After the fateful incident that day, a few days later we were married, of course we did it by force because of a threat.
"*Married, or removed from the inheritance of O'clan Company*." so emphatically the old man that Emil referred to as Daddy.
"*Just kill us if you just want to humiliate us as parents, Namira*." It was a voice that came out of my mother's mouth. Moreover, the tears of the father who was stiffened made me not have the heart, this is my fault that is not good at taking care of myself until all this happens. And I have to take responsibility for my mistakes, even though I still blame the son of a bitch.
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The first point, **does not interfere in the personal affairs of the couple**, actually I do not like it, not with the point of meddling in his personal affairs, but more to the word of the couple, which I think would be more appropriate if written as an opponent.
Second point,**does not impose will**, this point deals with bed games, we can do husband and wife relations if we both want, please, but who would want to do that with a jerk who's been calling me cheap, even I still remember clearly the sentence that says, I can keep myself back after we split first. Oh, myGod.... I think I want to rip that fucking mouth off.
Forget, continue on point three, **have to look friendly in front of the family**, this is the most annoying, because we have to pretend like a harmonious, romantic, fashionable, climatic, narcissistic couple, unclean, ah,, no. Never mind, I was really upset when we had to act like we were a happy couple who loved each other. Her elbow-shaped arms and then I'll flank them warmly, *uffhh*,,, I think I deserve to be an actress after I'm out of this damn contract.
Fourth point, **first party should not be pregnant*, if until we concede, we will talk about it again, the best option that appears in my brain is to abort it, he said, but I wouldn't be that careless to let himself touch my body and make me. Do not expect, but we keep writing this point, and Emil as the second party asks will discuss again if until it happens, '*If until I get pregnant*'.
Point five, **The second party is obliged to give a living to the first party*, this is the point that I like the most, very profitable for me, it-count as an addition to my savings, I need a lot of money later after living with the status label as a widow after our divorce. Divorce, why would you imagine it looking so awful?
And the sixth point which is also the last point, **marriage will only run for 100 days*, after which we will get divorced, return to each other's lives, * ' he said, forgetting everything we've been through like it never happened.
We co-signed the agreement file with full confidence.**100 married days**.
I am personally very confident that I can play my role better, but I am not sure, will I be able to live my life well after our divorce? My heart is weak when it comes to love, taste and trauma.
Well, as bad as he hurt me yesterday, in fact I still keep the taste for him, but really I do not dare to call it love, even when away from him I miss, but I do not, but in fact when I met my wound was getting gaping apart from the trauma he had ever created. Think I'm inferior to cheap women.
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"Emil,,," I shouted in a high tone of about 8 octaves, like the previous mornings, the commotion, the commotion, and the inevitable noise of our apartment which was on the 20th floor of downtown Paris. We decided to move to France after we got married. Afraid that our charade would be revealed quickly if we lived with our family in Indonesia.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" ask Emil lazy '*what*' with French. Well, at least that's what I understand because my French isn't that good.
"How many times have I told you, throw the trash in its place, I'm tired of having to clean the wipes smelling of presidential candidates, ministers, doctors, police, soldiers you're throwing away!"
"You can ignore it, Nami, let the assistant clean it up, why do you like to look for trouble by making things up!"
"Stop calling me, Nami. That sounds bad, I don't like it." somehow Emil suddenly had his own nickname on me, Nami. Emil called me by my usual name, Namira.
Emil just passed reluctantly responding to my babbling while yawning ready to go back to sleep to his room.
"And what did you say? Assisting? Do you realize what you're saying? We only use the assistance services once a week, do you want to make a mountain of tissue a bunch of prospective children who wasted it in our house?"
'***BRAK***!' the door of his room was tightly closed as the sound of the crackling of his handwork slammed the wooden object violently.
Well, that's how it is every day, the debate is resolved with the suspects who fled. And thereafter? We come back to life like strangers who have no qualms. Whether at home, especially outside, we are like two people who are invisible and unfamiliar to each other. Makes me depressed and depressed. Sure oes.
Is it enough to get there? No, the madness is still going on, a lot of bad things Emil did on purpose to hurt my heart and feelings, what else if not about his habit of playing ja.lang, yoke, party. And the last one, ja.lang again, he indeed could not be far from the rare.ngan. Even if my faith had not been strengthened, I would have been under his confinement on several occasions. But of course I won't do that stupidity, having se.ks without love is make me feel so hurt, I should be able to take care of myself, at least that's what I can do, because to keep the heart, to keep the heart, I have failed.
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