Contract And Marriage

Sarina

Maximus and I quickly straightened up, and my cheeks must have been bright red. I didn’t know what to do while my husband stayed silent, fixing his robe. “Get dressed, Sarina, and we’ll talk,” my mother said, anger evident on her face and in her voice.

“I’ll explain, Mom,” I tried to say. I saw how disappointed she was. Although Maximus and I are married, and it was natural for us to do the scene she caught us with, I still didn’t like the idea that I did something I didn’t want to do to her the most. And that’s to make her feel disappointed.

“I said, get dressed!” she yelled, making me nod. “You too, Maximus, fix yourself up,” she told the man who was still quietly standing beside me.

“Yes, Mom,” Maximus replied. Seeing me done fixing my sleepwear, he took my hand and pulled me to our bedroom to get dressed properly.

“This is your fault!” I told him once we were inside. Maximus went straight to our closet, pulling out our clothes. “We wouldn’t have been caught if you had waited until they went back to our province. You’re such a pervert.” I continued while he looked at me, creasing his forehead.

“Quiet, Sarina, and get dressed. They’re waiting for us,” he said, handing me my clothes, which I quickly put on. He looks calm, and that pissed me off. What would I say to my parents? Even though I tried to explain earlier, I still didn’t know what excuse I would use to lessen my mom’s anger.

“I didn’t expect you to be doing something you shouldn’t, Sarina,” my father said, making me bow my head. Mom must have woken him up after we got into our bedroom and dressed. We were in the living room, and they were sitting together on the couch opposite mine and Maximus.

“Do you like Maximus?” my mother asked, widening my eyes. Why is she asking me that? Where did she get the idea?

“What? No!” I said, shocked. But realizing it sounded wrong, I quickly corrected myself. “I mean-”

“Sarina and I are married. ” Maximus suddenly said, surprising me even more. I had told him I didn’t want my parents to know about us, and here he is, casually telling them about us. I gave him a warning look when he looked at me after I pinch his hand to warn him not to say anything.Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“What do you mean?” my father asked, staring at me and waiting for an answer, furrowing his brow. I don’t know, but I don’t feel like lying to them. I grew up telling them everything that happened to me, whether I was at school or with friends, so with my head down, I answered.

“Like he said, we’re married,” I said. It’s better this way because my parents would be angrier if they learned that Maximus and I were doing something intimate if we were in a relationship. They’re conservative, so I didn’t let Jason take what he wanted from me, even though we’d been together for a long time.

My parents were speechless, just staring at Maximus and me. They probably couldn’t believe I got married without telling them. “I thought you loved Jason?” my father asked, confused. “It’s not that I don’t like you, Maximus. But I’ve seen how my daughter was with him.”

“No harm done, Dad,” Maximus politely replied. I started to feel guilty because he was talking to my parents with respect while I talked back to his grandmother. Well, his grandmother is nothing like my parents.

“Dad, please don’t mention him. We’re over, and I’m married now.” I chimed in. I didn’t want him and my mother to say more about my past relationship with respect to Maximus.

“I don’t understand you, Sarina. I didn’t raise you like this. Do you like Maximus, or are you just using him because of what happened with you and Jason?” I saw the anger on my mother’s face, and I couldn’t blame her for thinking that.

“Mom! My past relationship has nothing to do with my marriage. Maximus knows that,” I said, looking at my husband, who was clenching his jaw. Is he thinking that way, too? He knew better that it wasn’t the case.

“There’s nothing like that, Mom,” he said, making me sigh in relief. “Don’t worry, Sarina and I love each other,” he added with a smile. I might have laughed out loud if it weren’t for my parents’ presence. Not that I didn’t take the situation seriously, but what Maximus said was really funny. When did we ever fall in love? The question is, when did he love me? Or when did I love him?

“Why did you hide your marriage from us?” my father asked. He often said he would walk me down the aisle when I married Jason. I was about to answer, but my husband beat me to it.

“Sarina wasn’t ready yet, Dad,” Maximus said. “Also, I had just finished my surgery and didn’t want people to see someone like me tied to a wheelchair marrying my wife, which would only lead people to gossip about her.” Wow! He sounded so sincere. Even I would believe him if I didn’t know better.

“Now that you’re well, what’s your plan?” my mother asked.

“Of course, to give Sarina a proper wedding. But I had neglected our company while in a wheelchair, so I must focus on that first,” Maximus replied. He was only making an excuse, I know that. But I felt a little indifferent because I knew it would never happen since our contract would end soon.

“That’s right, Mom. His work isn’t easy, so he needs to give it his full attention for now,” I added, trying to sound convincing.

“Quiet, Sarina. I’m not talking to you,” my mother snapped, still angry. So I shut up, held my head down, and pouted internally. I know her when she’s acting like that.

“Mom, Dad, I promise to care for and love my wife. Once everything is settled at the company, we’ll discuss our wedding. For now, I ask for your understanding and trust,” Maximus said. My parents took a deep breath before looking at me. I knew they were still angry at me and didn’t blame them. But I hoped they wouldn’t mention Jason anymore, especially in front of Maximus.

“There’s nothing we can do now. The important thing is you’re married and not living immorally. I don’t want my children to live like some of today’s youth. I’m not judging them, but I’ll be more at ease knowing my children are married to the person they love and willing to compromise,” my father said at length.

“Forgive us for constantly mentioning your ex. We just thought you two would get back together, especially since Jason has been reaching out to us,” my mother added. “And you, Sarina, make your situation clear to Jason. I don’t want him to hope for nothing. You know how much he loves you and how good his parents are to you.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said, even though I had already told Jason I was married. He wouldn’t give up, but maybe it was my fault for telling him my marriage to Maximus was just a contract.

“Alright, go to bed. If you had told us from the start, I wouldn’t have had to witness what I saw earlier. You young people!” my mother scolded, making me blush again.

“Goodnight, Mom and Dad. Sleep well,” Maximus said, standing up and taking my hand. I wanted to refuse, but my parents watched, so I followed him.

The next day, we took my parents to Cubao. Maximus wanted them to take an airplane, but they refused, saying they weren’t used to it and might get lost at the airport.

“Maximus, take care of my daughter,” my father said. “She can be stubborn, but she’s kind. But if she gets too unruly, you can put her face down and spank her.”

“Dad!” I protested. He didn’t realize that with my husband’s pervertedness, he’d probably spank me in a way that would send me to heaven instead of hurting me as punishment.

“What are you thinking, Sarina?” my mother noticed, and I looked back and forth between the three of them. Seeing my husband’s mischievous grin., he probably knew what I was thinking. Damn! I thought he was the pervert, but it looks like I’ve caught his pervertedness, too.

“Alright, we will get on the bus. You two should leave; Maximus might need to get to his office,” my father said. We nodded and watched them get on the bus. Contrary to what they wanted, we didn’t leave until their bus departed.

“My wife, do you want me to put your face down?” Maximus whispered to me as we walked to the car. I elbowed him, which made him laugh. I couldn’t help but smile internally, feeling excited and looking forward to it. It looks like I’ve really changed.