Cerpen Kawin Kontrak Jadi Cinta Novels & Stories

“What's there to take slowly, Kessia? Look at it this way, our contract marriage year could actually be the stage Logan and I get to know eachother perfectly; is it could be the talking stage or a dating stage then when the contract is over in a year, we can actually get married for real?” “Or break up or separate for real” “C’mon be optimistic Kessia, our love story is one of a kind” “It's a contract marriage, do not do anything stupid!” Her friend warned. “I will, I'll reciprocate his feelings and see how this thing goes” Allyson insisted, already drooling.. ****

If the relationship between them was only contractual, why did he have to go this far? Didn't he like Mira? And after taking someone's innocent body, he was swearing in front of her, so he really had no conscience. "No need." She looked into his eyes, trying to probe for something, but in vain, "You don't have to keep anything for me as a nominal wife, and there's nothing in this contract that says we have to interfere in each other's private affairs, you don't interfere with me, I don't interfere with you, and everyone's happy."

He awaited me, tears of happiness glistening in his eyes, mirroring my own. The ceremony was breathtaking and heartwarming. This would be our third attempt at a joyous marriage, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was all a dream. But now, it was real. No longer tainted by pretense or selfishness, our union was a testament to pure, unconditional love.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Never do that again. I just wanna tell you that breakfast is ready!" I left his room, and even though we were married, we didn't sleep in the same bed. That's because I'm just a contract wife for this man. I have to spend my one year in this luxurious apartment, but I can't do anything I want. Like a bird in a golden cage, it's beautiful, but I can't move around freely. But what can I do? I had to do anything to make up for the money I'd spent on my father's operation.

I read aloud, running my eyes over the main headline of the story. Amid our photos, not only of the few weddings there are of our wedding, but also of distant photos taken of us on the island, is detailed absolutely everything. The magazine comments on how my marriage was based on a contract, how it was something devised by my grandfather and Dominik's grandfather, how we both have to fulfill certain requirements in order not to break the contract, and how we both had a complicated start. "...But as if it were a love story, on their obligatory honeymoon trip, they both found love..."

Kupilih lembar terakhir dulu, pengin tahu kenapa Kartika menulisnya dengan menangis waktu itu. Dear Diary [Aku tahu ini waktuku untuk menepati janji tapi aku tidak tahu kenapa hati ini terasa begitu sakit untuk menepatinya. Aku dan Mas Fikri memang hanya sebatas nikah kontrak. Mas Fikri hanya membutuhkan rahimku untuk mempertahankan pernikahannya dengan Tiara.

"What was I supposed to say? Maybe I wouldn't have brought her home if I knew you'd be here earlier." Maria's tears flowed freely now, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't believe the man she loved could be so callous. "I thought we had something together. I thought you loved me?" She demanded, her voice cracking. Alejandro scoffed, his eyes rolling. "What do you know about love? How can I be in love with you when our marriage was based on a contract? Did you forget?"

But we stood strong, our love serving as a shield against their arrows of doubt and judgment. The path was not without its obstacles, but we faced them together. With each hurdle, our love grew stronger, our resolve unyielding. We had discovered a love that transcended the boundaries of society, and we were willing to fight for it. As the days turned into months, our bond deepened. The contract marriage that had brought us together had become a distant memory, replaced by a love that defied conventions and expectations. We had found our own path, and with it, a happiness that was uniquely ours.

“Did you think for a second how I would feel when I found out?” There was a pause before his reply. “In our contract, was it ever specified that I be faithful?” His words stumped me. “W-What?” He waved his hand over his head as he explained. “We are not real mates and did not marry for love. It was a contract. A business transaction. You cannot tell me that you suddenly feel hurt by the fact that I slept with another woman.” My eyes fell to my feet. The contract marriage was more of a grace to me than anything.

People turned to watch. Cameras lifted. Luca’s breath caught in his throat. Damon stopped in front of him. Close enough that Luca could see the storm in his eyes. “You said the contract did its job,” Damon said quietly. Luca’s heart pounded. “It did.” “And that means you’re leaving.” “Yes.” Damon studied him for a long moment. Then he said something Luca never expected. “Too bad.” Luca blinked. “What?” Damon’s voice hardened. “Because I never agreed to end it.”