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1 Year Contract

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Finally, after 2 months of planning and 6 to make it comes true, the wedding is held. Can I just say this? This wedding, this is the most extravagant wedding I've ever been. Okay, maybe I'm a bit biased since this is my wedding, but this is extravagant.

In the past 8 months, the relationship between Nakajima and I is not getting anywhere. We always disagree with each other, and he always treat me like shit whenever we're alone. I mean, I know that this marriage is something that we both don't want, but can't he at least be kind to me?

But it doesn't end there. In fact, all my pain and suffering just had its beginning. Besides the fact that he's a dick towards me, he is a genuinely good person. I see the way he interacts with kids and elder people and it's not a facade that he puts on. It's nice seeing the way he acts with them, and I fell for that side of Nakajima. Not the one who screams at my face every chance he gets, not the one who treats me like garbage.

In these 8 months, we already announce our engagement and wedding day. We did a lot of interview, from magazine to TV shows. Because we did not mention that this is just an arranged marriage, we have to "pretend" that we're a real couple and deeply in love with each other (not complaining though).

And today is the day. I will be married to the winner of hottest bachelor of the year in Japan (with me in 2nd place). I don't know how the staff pulls it trough, but the Tokyo Dome looks perfect for the wedding reception.


The wedding passed by like a wind. Now that we are officially married, we have other things to do. Such as moving house, for example. Out of everything, we agree only on 2 things, one of them is that even that we have our home, we will still have our own apartment.

"Kikuchi," I hear Nakajima's calling me from the living room. "Sit down, I want to discuss something with you."

As I approaching him, I see that there's 2 papers that's exactly the same. In there written some words that I can't make out from this distance.

"This is our contract. I took the liberty to make it, it's the same as our agreement though. We will be married for 1 year and then we get divorce, and some other rules: no sexual contact, no prying into each other's private life, and we won't tell anyone about this. Deal?"

I found myself gulping, staring at him dumbfounded. He really has to make a physical evidence of everything, doesn't he?

"Okay deal. Umm, where do I sign?"


"Well, it's done. For this upcoming 1 year, yoroshiku onegaishimasu."