BETROTHED TO A MISANDRIST - CHAPTER 10&11
°°SIX MONTHS MARRIAGE°°
“What are you doing here??” Yolanda asked and he smirked.
“Whoa! It’s Lady Cold, I didn’t expect to meet you again.” He said.
“Do you two perhaps know each other?” Mrs Adams couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course we do, infact we’re a thing. She’s the reason why I said I don’t wanna get married mom, she’s my girlfriend and I intend on marrying her.”He replied walking to Yolanda and they gasped.
Yolanda’s eyes widened.
Mr and Mrs Adams gasp happened to be the loudest. Their eyes dilated in shock as Miguel crossed his hand around her neck with her saying a word.
Yolanda looked up at him but he wasn’t looking at her, he had his gaze on the family members.
“Wow… Then we didn’t make a mistake by arranging a marriage for you two.” Mrs Adams said smiling sweetly.
“Excuse me? I don’t get…” Miguel said, doubting his thought.
“You two are betrothed dummy, she’s your bride we came to see.” Mrs Gonzà lez said as they began walking to her.
Miguel removed his hand from her neck and turn to stare at her. She had a ‘no expression’ on her face.
“She’s really beautiful than in the magazines.” Mrs Gonzà lez complimented as she got to her.
“I’m glad you’re gonna be my daughter-in-law.” She added before hugging her.
“I must say that my soon to be sister-in-law is very beautiful, I’m crushing already.” Little David said and they laughed.
Yolanda turned to see the little kid who was smiling innocently at her, she almost smiled at him but she didn’t.
“Awwwn, my crush just stared at me I’m blushing already.” He puffed Miguel scoffed jealously.
“Calm down dummy, I’m not stealing her yet.” He rasped and they laughed.
“Enough of the chitchats, let’s eat now, we prepared something.” Mr Adams said.
They nodded and began walking to the dinning room.
He’s her so called fiance? How? She was expecting her fiance, yeah. But she never thought for one day that she would meet the so called fiance before the D-Day.
Miguel who was almost at the dinning room stopped walking when he didn’t see Yolanda. He turned to see her still fixed on her root, staring into space.
He smirked before walking to her. “Hey.” He said behind her and she shuddered.
She turned to see him standing very close, their face almost met that if one of them made a slight movement, their face probably their lips will crash on each other’s.
He gave that his naughty flirtatious smile which made girls heart throb.
Her breath hitched and her heart started beating unusually.
“What?” She managed to ask, trying to hide her nervousness.
“I should be asking that?? Why are you standing here? We’re already at the dinning.” He said, smiling fulfilling probably liking the effect he had on her.
“I’m coming.” She told him.
“Right behind you.” He said, sensing that he won’t leave without her, she had to go with him walking behind her.
She didn’t know while she had a weird feeling about the whole marriage stuff.
“Finally, the couples show up.” Mrs Gonzà lez said.
“I was beginning to think maybe you guys were already planning to give us a grandchild.” Mrs Adams spoke up and they laughed.
Yolanda cringed at the thought of that.
“I didn’t think of that, maybe I would, soon.” Yolanda’s eyes widened immediately she heard him say that.
She faced him and he smirked.
“I trust my son.” Mr Gonzà lez affirmed, smiling.
“Hmmm… I can’t wait tho.” Little David voiced out.
Mr Adams smiled before looking at Yolanda.
He didn’t make a wrong choice right?
The maids serve their dish and they began eating in silence.
**
They were done with their dinner and were now sitting in the living room. David wasn’t with them as Mr Adams had ordered a maid to take him away, to play outside.
Mr Adams spoke up.
“So since Miguel and Yolanda already each other, it makes it easier for their marriage.” He said and they (except for Yolanda) nodded affirmatively.
“Yeah… I think we should leave the two to themselves, I’m sure they’ve been waiting for it.” Mrs Gonzà lez giggled and Yolanda almost scoffed.
“You’re right Rosè. Yolanda take Miguel to your room.” Mrs Adams instructed, while she inwardly rolled her eyes.
She was trying so hard to act along as they wanted her but she was afraid that she would blow off soon.
“I don’t have a room.” She said softly but one could feel the reluctant in her voice.
Mrs Adams slapped her head. “Take him to your room now!” She ordered.
“Enough with that misandry attitude and go chill.” Mrs Gonzà lez said.
“C’mon Yoyo.” Her dad urged.
“d@mn you guys!” She cussed.
Unwillingly, she climbed the stairs that led to her room with Miguel following suit.
“Have a good time!” Mrs Adams yelled behind her.
“Sure ma’am!” Miguel replied back.
She stopped when she got to the door. She noticed that he was still following her, he was really following.
“So you think I’ll let you into my room.” She said, and he smirked.
“Yes.” He dragged the word.
“You parents asked you to and you’re obviously not gonna disobey them.” He added and she huffed.
“f_ck wh@??ver they said. You should stay away from me, this marriage thing you seeing, it won’t work… Never!” She lashed out.
“We’ll see to that… First let’s go in.” He said pushing her slightly away from the door and he turned the knob.
The vainglorious atmosphere of the room came into view. “You have a nice room.” He said looking around the room.
It was a beautiful room. A queen sized bed neatly arranged was in the middle of the room. A closet by the end of the room. Her dresser was beside the bed and a door which probably led to the bathroom.
Yolanda walked into her abandoned room. The whole place looked completely different.
She couldn’t believe that she hasn’t been to this room for years. The place which was once her comfort zone, she abandoned it just like that.
The day she left for college was the last day she spent in this room. It was when she left for the college the gap between her and her parents grew. That was when she encountered her nightmare which turned her from a sweet and jovial carefree lady to a cold-hearted arrogant bÃtch.
Since then she hasn’t been to this room, she got an apartment which she lived in while in college, when she was done she bought her own mansion.
“I love the decor.” He told her but she didn’t reply as she walked in fully, looking around the room.
It still looked the same way, just the way it used to be. The maid didn’t change it.
“Why are you staring as if it’s your first time being here?” Miguel asked and she scoffed.
“Learn to mind your f_cking business!” She retorted before going to seat on the bed obviously tired.
“Okay.” Miguel said before taking a seat on the couch in the room.
“So what should we discuss?” He asked her and she scoffed.
“Don’t think we’re here to discuss… I’ll advice you mind your business why I mind mine.” She snapped.
“But we’re getting married.” He countered.
“Nah, we’re only signing a darn paper, got it?” She stated.
“Interesting.” He stood up.
“I love the sound of that, but I ain’t sure it’s gonna go like that.” He smirked as he sat beside her.
She shifted.
“What do you mean?” She asked, furrowing her brows.
“I mean alot of things.” He smiled naughtily, leaning closer.
She turned to face him but she regretted that almost immediately. She didn’t know that he was sitting very close to her so as she turned…
Instead of their head bumping together, their lips was what crashed.
Her eyes widened, Miguel smiled inwardly before trying to gain entrance into her lips.
Getting back her senses, she pushed him off very hard that he landed on the floor.
“What the heck?!” She hastily rushed to the bathroom not minding him.
She closed the door behind her before rushing to the sink. She turned the tap and began washing her mouth with the running water.
Her soft sob could be heard as she washed her mind, her mind flashing to the kiss.
She spat out disgustingly before staring at her image in the mirror.
“Landa open the door!” Miguel yelled hitting the door.
How could he kiss her?? He just keeps giving her the impression that were the same.
Why couldn’t she just live her life the way she plan it? Why must her past always come back to her? And to think that she’s getting married.
She couldn’t do this. She sobbed.
“Landa open up now! What’s your problem?!” He asked but no response.
“Are you crying?” He asked as he could hear her sob loud and clear.
“Landa!” He called… Should he go inform her parents??
No. He shook his head at that thought… Maybe he should give her sometime.
He went to seat on the couch, waiting for her to come out.
Few minutes later, the door opened and Yolanda walked out of the bathroom looking fine and okay as of nothing happened.
No trace of tears could be found in her eyes but Miguel could swear that he heard crying.
“Landa!!” He rushed to her but she ignored him, walking out of the room immediately.
“Landa!” He called, going after her.
They downstairs to see their parents who smiled at them.
“You guys finally showed up, we were planning on going to call you in.” Mr Gonzà lez was the first to speak.
“Yeah… We’ve concluded your wedding preparation, we’ve come up with a date which is next week Saturday.” Mr Adams said smiling.
“I’m not getting married dad.” Yolanda uttered icily. Her face was having that cold expression as she stared at her dad directly in the face.
“Why??” Mr and Mrs Gonzà lez asked simultaneously.
“Baby??” Mrs Adams called.
“Yoyo?”
“I’m not getting married and that’s final.” She repeated before staring at all of them.
She looked away, picking her bag from the couch, she began walking out of the house…
She bumped into David at the door. “Huh? Crushie sister-in-law, where are you off to??” He asked innocently.
Yolanda stared at him for a second before walking away without answering him.
“Huh??” He muttered as he noticed her look wasn’t friendly.
What happened?
“Did anything happen Miguel?” Mr Gonzà lez asked Miguel who haven’t said a word.
“Nothing dad… That girl is a weirdo.” He uttered before walking out.
“Playboy!” David called following him out.
“José… Not like I don’t want this marriage, but I don’t want us to do something we would one day regret in the future… I suggest we let this two marry each other with their full consent, we should force them.” Mr Gonzà lez said.
“If I decide to take your advice then my daughter will remain single for the rest of her life, she will never get married, that’s why I thought of this arranged marriage… I expected this attitude anyway but trust me when I say that she will come.” Mr Adams assured.
“I hope so coz even Miguel needs this arranged marriage, that boy is something else… He needs to be responsible.” Mrs Gonzà lez told them.
“We should give them six months, if the marriage doesn’t work then they can file a divorce.” Mrs Adams suggested.
“That’s a nice idea… I hope it works tho.” Mrs Gonzà lez said.
“Me too.” Mrs Adams affirmed.
“I have a feeling it will work.” Mr Adams said.
“I hope your instinct is right.” Mr Gonzà lez said and they laughed.
“Alright then, we should prepare for their wedding… This Saturday.” Mr Gonzà lez said.
“It’s gonna be big.” Mrs Adams boasted.
“I hope it worths it.” Mrs Gonzà lez said.
“How about Yolanda??” Mr Gonzà lez asked.
“Leave that to me.” Mr Adams smirked at him and they all stared.
“I’m your wife and I still don’t know how you manage to make Yolanda do things against her wish.” Mrs Adams said.
“That’s a father and daughter thing.” He smirked.
“Okay then, let’s prepare for the six months arrangement.” Mr Gonzà lez said.
“We ain’t gonna let them know, right??” Mr Gonzà lez asked.
“Nah, they ain’t gonna find out that the marriage is just for six months.” Mrs Adams said smiling.
“I love this plan.” They smirked.
TBC.