The Fixed Marriage

Prologue

Prologue:

What if you're the only one fighting for the vow you've given in your marriage?

What if you're the only one believing for the love you're fighting for?

How can you hold on to someone who gave up on you for so many times?

Will love grow from something's forced?

Zara’s Point of View:

I was nineteen when I got another man’s surname. Early, for others but not for my parents. So yeah, it’s been almost two years since I got married and there is my husband got home drunk again. There’s nothing new, at least this night he didn’t bring any woman with him unlike the other days. If that something should I be thankful for.

“Daniel, just please help me put him in his bed then after you can go home and rest.”

 I said loudly running through the stairs giving instruction to our entering family driver guiding my drunk husband in his shoulder.

 “Becky, please?” Looking at the 53-year old house helper I trusted so much. Those words were so plain but she already knew that those mean getting a lukewarm water in a basin so I can perform my only duty as a wife, which is to clean my drunk husband so that he can have a good night sleep after drinking so hard most of the nights. Yup, you heard it right that’s my only duty as a wife or maybe I should say the only time I feel I am his wife.

Now everything’s set. I entered his room with water basin handed by Becky. His room correct you guessed it right we’re married, living under the same roof but not sleeping in the same room.

I get a towel and slightly dip in the basin started to clean him up. He’s sleeping soundly but looking wasted. I know in my heart that he’s like this because of me. Maybe we both have no choice but to be in this marriage.

“I’m sorry that you have to gone through all this because of me, of my family.”

Flashback:

“I’m sorry Zara, but you have to marry the son of Mr. Cheng. This is the only hope to save our company.” Those words of my father were echoing. I looked at his face trying to read the situation. I heard it right, right?

“But dad, I just turned nineteen few days ago and did you even ask Cedrick about his thoughts on this?” I said as his words sank in to me.

“Zara, honey look at me. This is Mr. Cheng’s condition and we this is our last opportunity in order not to lose the company that you and my father work hard for our whole lives.” My mom, trying to explain this ungraspable situation.

I looked at both of them. I still can’t understand. Mr. Cheng is like my father’s brother in fact he’s my god father. Our family and his known each other for ages.

“Mr. Cheng is willing to help us only if we will have a family connection to them because we’re not talking about little help here honey. You know the situation of our company. I know you’re young and you think this will be so unfair to you but we have no choice. I’m hoping for your understanding.” My mom explained it in my silence.

The switch of my emotion was as fast as her explanation instead of doubting I felt excitement. I love Cedrick since then. I know him since I was a kid. We grew up together and I could say the he’s grown into a such fine man. He could be a man of every woman’s dream. I remembered my 7-year old self wishing him to be my husband when I grow up.

End of Flashback

I finished cleaning his face. Now I’m trying to unbutton his coat so he will not sleep on it but “What the!” he grasped my hand and pulled me closer to him. He’s hugging me like his own pillow.”