Chapter 5

Sun finally went down the horizon by the edge of the sea. When the stars appeared with the bright moon from above as it reflected its clear round image on the ocean, I looked at my reflection in the mirror once again. 

I pinched my cheeks because they started reddening for the nth time. The night would be cold but there's a chance that my hot cheeks would be able to stop me from shivering later. I was properly dressed. This is not what I was expecting as my night would be. It's supposed to be fun and loud and there would be a lot of drinks served before me. 

But Wren told me that we'd drink the whole night in a ferry for dinner. That's actually fine with me but it's not what I really wanted. I didn't want to reject his dinner offer knowing he already reserved a ferry for a single, fancy, honeymoon dinner. It would be a waste of money if he'd cancel it because I didn't want to go. 

Since I was certain that he'd immediately waste the ferry reservation just because I didn't arrive. That's Wren, of course. 

I marched out of our room but even before I could step away, a fine man in his very formal black suit with a blue necktie welcomed me outside. He fixed his collar like what he's always doing. And he let me gaze at his fine fixed hair. His bangs that was covering his forehead was fixed upward. Wren's charm was showed even more. 

My lips parted and didn't mind him looking at me from my head down to my toe. 

He smirked in excitement. "Well-Dressed. Let's go." 

Those were the only words he said. That's his compliment already. And who am I to complain? I better not, because any compliments nor good words he'd give must not affect me at all. I must stay cold. 

"Come on," I replied and sighed coldly. Pretending like his fine looks and dress tonight were just normal ones to me. He usually wore suits and got his hair fixed upward like that and it should be usually noticed fleetingly. But right now, it's different. 

We walked until we made it to the bright place, there were waiters and music. The vibe of how fancy the dinner would be, could be sensed in every part of the ferry. 

Everything's so nice. I wanted to drink already. 

Wren slid out a seat for me to occupy, and I was nice enough to accept it. "Thanks." But why even bothering this fanciness?! I expected that we'd enjoy in the bar by the sea and watch the bonfire with our drinks! This was not it at all!

"Do you like it?" he asked and sat on the parallel seat. I nodded in contentment. "Yes, I do. We could see the fire from the shore, the lights of the houses and stores from here, and the moon." 

And I could see the best look you have here.

It sounded too successful to him. And at least, I admit it. I love seeing the happy Wren, the Wren who's always satisfied and the Wren who'd show what he truly feels.

Because there might be a possibility that he's not honest of what he's showing to me most of the time. Knowing he's more of the concern, sweet and caring person who's treating me nicely but what if it's a lie? The way how I pretended like I do not like him or anything at all as well? 

It's scary, yes.

"Then there's no regrets in taking you here," he said and we started to have our bites on our served dinners on the table. There were lots of foods we needed to finish but I think we couldn't eat these all up. Because I wanted to drink and have some fun right now! 

"When are you going back to work?" he finally asked, starting a topic. 

"The next day. So we need to go back home tomorrow." 

"I see, we could not stay here longer."

"Yes," I replied. Should I erase the cold side of me for now? We're being awkward here anyway! And I could sense Wren's suffocated from adjusting what he wanted to adjust for us here.

Like he's starting to risen up the air between us tonight. I mean, he didn't just plot this very fancy dinner for an awkward face to face dinner! 

Why should I be concern? Like I was just trying to pull out my guilt and do something. I must not. 

I better leave things to him and let him do whatever he's planning for us. 

I wanted Wren to do a first move. Not me. 

"Do you want to work with me from now on?" he asked, I froze.

"I don't know. It's not easy to shift. And what's the benefit if I'll work with you?" 

He smiled at me. "Not that I could tell like there's a lot of adavantage. But I could manage when can you take your leave from work in any time I want. It depends on you. I can handle you properly." 

My heart skipped a bit and here goes the butterflies. "Silly, I don't need random leaves from my work. If that's what you're thinking." 

"And I can decide when you must stay at home or not." 

I paused and the image of myself, staying at home for nonsensical purposes disappointed me. Yet there was another kind of image I've seen of myself at home, and I was doing works a wife would do. My whole face's temperature risen up and even my nape felt so fire. That's what I could imagine. But I must not.

My teeth gritted. "I'm sorry, but do not expect that I'd give you additional rights to fret into some of my cases," I replied in a monotone voice. "I can decide about my works and my leaves to stay at home by myself. Even to where I go and when I will leave, the decisions are up to me." 

I waited for his response and let him proceed to slicing his meal silently. It doubted me to talk once again when I noticed Wren's smirking even though his head's bowed down. "You are trying to imply that I'm out of rights to tell when you'll stay at home or not?" 

"I'm just your wife, not someone you'll take freedom from," I replied in a defensive voice but he gave me a sigh. 

He's disappointing me with such mindset right now. 

"I'm not taking your freedom away." Right, I was overexaggerating that moment. 

"You'll not change your mind? You won't work with me?"

"Yes, I won't work with you and will not let you decide when will I stay at home or not." Wren giggled. "I know! I know. That's up to you." 

"I'm just aware about us both." I creased my brows. "For what?"

"Our relationship," he replied. Yes, my heart has been racing with the fastest blood cell that's circulating me but right now, it's trying to get out from my chest. "Will it be just the name that we're married forever?" 

I couldn't look at him. It's not that I didn't want to look at his face or I didn't want him to see my expression. I just couldn't let myself drown in questions once I see his expression. 

Why was he aware of our relationship? I thought I was the only one who's dead curious about what would happen soon?

"I-I don't know." 

"I don't have any plans for divorce," he added. Goodness, stop saying things like that. 

I couldn't fantasize and overthink for now. 

I needed to prepare for the drink! 

"Do you have any? Soon, Kian?" He didn't receive my gaze. "I can't tell for now." 

"But you can't do anything if I won't allow us to divorce." 

"Why do you need to say that now?! We're just married yesterday!" I shouted and even the music stopped. I was half embarrassed but I did not care at all. 

He flinched. 

Why was he saying things like he's too concern of our relationship? That he cared for our marriage?! 

"I'm sorry." 

I massaged my temple. "I don't know. I can't see what will happen to us both!" 

It's hard to tell! Because I kept on thinking about us from the past. It's bugging me. 

But if he didn't want our marriage to end whatever would happen, so do I!

I drank all the alcohol on the glass on our table. He didn't stop me from gulping as I felt how the warmth of the drink woke my whole system. 

"I think we'll be in an open marriage! Like, you know! HAHA! We'll be named as a married couple, owning your surname only. Nothing's more to that!" I added. 

He silently poured some alcohol on our glass and I was laughing when we made a toast. "Cheers for our open marriage? Kian?"

"Cheers, Asher!" 

"Will that be okay for you? Wren? I think yes, that'll not be your problem. Whatever it is! Marriage is just marriage anyway, right?" I laughed and finally, another glass of drink! 

He drank all of what he had and he suddenly leaned his face closer to me. I felt so dizzy, everything's wobbly and spinning. There were three Wren Ashers in front of me. 

I closed my eyes when something hot touched my lips. I laughed and enjoyed how soft and smooth it was, it's smtimulating the whole me. Goodness sake, it's better than drinks, whatever it is that he's doing!

He let go. 

"It's not my problem for now, but sooner or later, you'll be my problem." 

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I woke up with the worst headache ever, to the point that I vomitted badly by the bathroom. I was wasted last night. And all I could remember was Wren and I were so wasted when we both went back to our room. 

I washed up my face and looked at the mirror. 

And we both slept together. 

Next thing I rembered, nothing. I remembered nothing after that. 

What happened?!