Marriage and Annulment

“All right, miss, you’re not going to eat again?” Lucianna inquired.

“Not any longer, and please call them all.” That they won’t be able to stay in the city for long. ” Lucianna gave a nod. So I went straight to my room after entering the mansion.

I stripped naked and went into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and begin to soak in it. Mr. Chin, we haven’t talked yet, but I’m disgusted by what he do. He is really testing my patience. Maybe he did that so I could call him and confront him because I didn’t pay attention to him.

I exited the bathroom and changed my clothes. I won’t stay inside because the water is too cold.

I’m dressed. And take a seat on the bed. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

We were already inside the bar as a group of three. We’ll just go with Duke so he doesn’t even consider suicide. He has already begun to consume beer. Some ladies drink while Mitch is drinking. Duke gave me a look.

“Do you think I’m going to commit suicide if you don’t come with me? She’s just a woman; I’ll trade her for a lot more if I want to,” Duke explained.

“Shut up! Your talking too much, yeah they’re just women, but remember you could see a beauty of life just because of a woman; you can call her so you two can get along and talk; if it can’t be fixed, let go and move on,” I said as I drank a beer.

“I’m hurting a lot. I love her a lot, but she still can’t seem to let her parents go to accompany me. She was so naive and fragile enough to be removed from her parents’ welfare. I’m not that villain to take away that right from him. Your right, we need to talk if he really doesn’t want to come with me. I’ll be forced to let him go,” Duke said.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

“That’s right, Duke, all you have to do is move on. I’m planning to go to the city the next day; perhaps you’d like to come? I’ll take Zander with me,” Mitch said.

Mitch hadn’t mentioned anything about our trip to the city to me, so I frowned.

“When are you leaving?” Duke inquired.

“Are you free on Saturday, Love?” 

“Yes,” I replied.

“What are your plans for the city?” Duke inquired.

“I’m going to see Zaneska; she’s been calling and asking when I’m going to see her,” 

“Speaking of her, does she have a boyfriend? I saw her picture on social media with a man on the beach,” Duke said.

“Really? She didn’t say anything, and she’s allergic to social media, so why did she put her face there with a man?” Mitch asked.

“Why?” I’ll inquire.

“She doesn’t want limelight, she doesn’t want her name and face in the tabloids or on social media; if she finds out that her name is only mentioned, she will be furious; she prefers a quiet life,” Mitch explained.

I gave a nod.

“How long will we be there?” 

“It all depends,”

“It’s our vacation, Zander, so it’s okay for us to stay there for a while; maybe Zaneska will let us stay at her house,” Duke explained.

“You can do it, too,” I said.

We considered going home after an hour. Duke was already drunk, so I drove the car. Duke was in the back, and I was next to Mitch.

“Are you coming home, Mitch?” I inquired.

“Yes, you?” he inquired.

“Yes, we’ll go on a date the next time,” I said.

“It’s okay. We can’t insert dating anymore, since we have a drunk man with us. I’m sure we’ll still clean up when he vomits here,” Mitch said, smiling.

“Yes.”

Mitch and I finally got to our legs. Duke is propped up because he is so drunk and has already slept.

“Are you all right, Mitch?  I’ll just take Duke on my own because he’s so heavy.”

“I’ll just help you so we can get home faster.”

We also exited the bar. I opened the car door, and we both helped Duke get inside.

“You’re in the driver’s seat, Mitch; where are we going to take this Duke? We’ve been together for a few years, but I’ve never been to his house,” I explained.

Mitch laughs.

“You can’t take Duke home if you’re not with me right now,” Mitch said.

“I had no choice but to bring him in the house,” I explained.

Mitch nodded and went up into the car. I drove it away from the  bar. Mitch and I just sat quietly in the backseat as I drove slowly.

“You didn’t tell me we were going to the city,” I pointed out.

“I’m sorry, I really told you earlier, but Duke was broken hearted. And then, after I visit Zaneska, I’m going home to the province, and I’ll take you with me because they want to meet you,” Mitch explained. The reason I’m sweating.

“Are you all right? Don’t you want to meet them? It’s okay if you don’t come,” Mitch laughed.

“I’ll be there; I’m just stunned by what you said,” I said.

“We’re even, I was surprised when you said your parents wanted to meet me, so what you’re feeling now is the same way I felt before, but it’s still Saturday, and if you’re on vacation,” Mitch explained.

Fortunately, Mitch had told me the location of Duke’s house. Before she could forget as a result of our conversation.

We arrived at a private residence. The swinging gate swung open. Perhaps the guards recognized Duke’s car. We stopped two seconds later in front of a four-story brown-painted house.

“Is this Duke’s house?” I ask.

“Yes, hopefully the maid will open their gate because if his parents, this drunk man will face his parents’ rage,” Mitch explained.

“Didn’t his parents stay here for an unusually long time?”

“Duke is usually accompanied here by his maid because his parents are away on business,” she explain.

Mitch emerged from the house and press the doorbell. Because she wasn’t wearing a uniform, I knew she wasn’t Duke’s housemate when the gate opened.

“Good evening, do you need anything?” 

“Nothing,” Mitch said, frowning at the woman. I opened the car door and took Duke, who was fast asleep, inside.

I look at the woman, who has a furrowed brow.

“What happen to him?”

Mitch responded, “He’s drank.”

“Is that correct? Come inside first,” the woman said after opening the gate for us to enter.

“He said he was going to his girlfriend’s house to meet her parents, and then he came home drunk?”

We’ve already entered the house’s living room. I sat Duke down on the couch and the woman remove his shoes.

“It’s been a shambles there since they got in trouble; I don’t know the whole story; you should ask him,” Mitch said.

The woman nodded.

“I’m Sammy, Duke’s cousin. Actually, this is my house. I only let him live here when I went to France. It’s a good thing you brought him here. When it’s at their mansion in the other place. It’ll take a sermon to the parents,” Sammy explained.

“What would you like to eat?” Sammy asked.

Mitch replied, “No, thank you, we’re full.”

Then it began to rain heavily. There’s a reason Mitch and I are staring at each other.

“Are you going home? You’re going to sleep here because the road is slippery now.” she invited us.

I waited for Mitch to say something. I’d like to spend the evening with her as well.

“It’s fine, too,” Mitch said.

“That’s fine; changing your clothes isn’t a problem because I have clothes for guests,” Sammy said.

Then a man came out of the kitchen topless.

“His name is Brando, and he’s my cook,” Sammy explained.

“Shut up! I’m not your maid, I’m your boyfriend,” Brando replied.

“Good evening, my name is Zander, and this is my girlfriend Mitch,” I introduced myself.

“Feel at home, I prepared dinner; what happened to that man?” Brando asked about Duke.

“Perhaps he’s broken-hearted,” Sammy responded.

Brando chuckles.

“Love can be annoying at times, but we’re going to eat,” Brando said as he walked into the kitchen. We went to the kitchen as a group of three. We finished eating an hour later and are now inside the guest room. The rain is still falling heavily.

Mitch and I were both dressed and lying in our beds. As we looked up at the ceiling, he hugged me.

“Love?”

“I’m curious, why?”

“I’d like to thank the rain,” I explained.

“Why?”

“Because I’m with you right now, and I’m hugging you tight,” I replied.

Mitch burst out laughing.

“We can sleep together even if it’s not raining,” Mitch responded.

“Is it okay if we sleep next to each other? Even we’re not married?” I said.

“Of course. We’re in the modern world now, and the policy was different back then than it is now, and others are doing even worse,” Mitch explained.

“You better sleep already. It’s also nice to sleep at this time because it’s cold.” I said, and pulled the blanket and cover in our body.

I kissed Mitch on the lips briefly before kissing her goodbye. I had to hold back because we hadn’t yet married. Even though I’m not afraid of responsibility, it’s still wrong. Mitch had stopped speaking, so I assumed she was sleeping. So I did nothing but sleep.

The next morning, at five o’clock, I awoke. I switched out the curtains and bedding. Aside from blankets. I put it on the tray and went to the laundry room.

I walked out of the kitchen. And I was surprised because they were all awake, drinking coffee, and having just finished taking a bath.

My brow drooped. They were all cracking up.

“What’s up, miss? Do you have a problem?”

“Nothing, when do you get up? I thought I was the only one here who gets up early,” I explained.

“It’s four o’clock,” Genie replied, “and we took an early shower.”

I gave you a nod.

 “Are you going to eat?”

“Later,” I’ll say,

“I’ll take a shower first, so what am I asking you to do?”

“Your businesses are doing well so far, Miss,” Laica said, “and I noticed a handsome man in your restaurant near chowking.”

My brow drooped.

“Handsome man? Where did you see it? Perhaps it’s just a customer,” I replied.

“Actually, Miss, I don’t think he is, like a restaurant manager,” Mila responded.

“Perhaps because I’m unfamiliar with my managers and staff, and Randolf took them all,” I reasoned.

“The one with curly hair,” Lucianna explained.

I give a nod.

“So, if you’ve done everything here, you should change into office clothes because it’s already seven o’clock in the morning. All of you go in the office first, and I’ll follow after,” I told them.