Novel & Cerita Cerpen Menikah Tanpa Cinta

Rolling my eyes, I brought out a stack of papers and handed it to him, “This is a contract stating that our marriage will only last for two years. I don’t want a loud wedding; we can go and register our marriage at the town hall. Although we will be staying together, this marriage is only on paper and I understand that you may have needs, you can get that from whomever you want but it shouldn’t make headlines. And most importantly, no kids. Let me know what you’d like me to add.” I said, stealing a

“I just want to see it. If we’re really married like you claim, I need to see the actual document binding us together.” Her smile was gone now. She stared at me for a long, hard moment, and I could almost see the wheels turning in her mind. Then, with a sigh, her shoulders slumped in defeat. “Fine. There’s no marriage certificate.” My heart stilled, though I already suspected it. “We weren’t legally married. Alejandro wasn’t even ordained, and you disappeared before we had the chance to make it official.” I didn’t say anything for a second. I just nodded slowly, like the truth needed time to settle into the cracks of my conscience. “So I was never legally your husband.”

Not the cold, business-like contract we once signed but this time around, the marriage certificate was real. “I had my personal lawyer prepare this for us. There are no clauses, no time limit, no shareholder benefits. Just us, Declan Westwood and Isabella Westwood, husband and wife. For love and not for leverage” he expressed and my heart twisted painfully. “Declan” I called out and he caught my hand and lifted it up to his lips. “Marry me again Isabella Westwood. I want you to be my wife in every way. No contracts. No end dates. Just forever” he said and I couldn't help it because I was the emotional type as tears filled my eyes.

"Nggak, masih istri orang, pamali. Bu Tiara mungkin merasa tidak nyaman ya sama saya. Saya memang begini, Bu, orangnya kaku apalagi sama perempuan. Krisis percaya diri. Nggak pede kalau di dekat perempuan. Makanya saya nggak pernah pacaran. Bahkan saya nikah dengan mamanya anak-anak pun karena dijodohkan." "Oh, ya? Berarti Dokter Rasyid menikah tanpa ada rasa cinta?" "Iya, bisa dibilang begitu. Bahkan tanpa mengenalnya juga. Saya cuma manut saja sama orangtua. Semua sudah dipersiapkan orang tua. Saya tinggal ijab qobul." "Bisa ya, Dok?" tanyaku terheran heran.

Jennifer’s eyes finds me and she glared hard at me, almost like I am interrupting her which I probably am. “What’s up? You finally decided to come to mine after ignoring my messages for almost a month?” Colton asks. “You got married without even telling me of it. I don’t care who you got married to but how can you get married without telling me?” She plops down against the chair, almost pouting as she spoke. She looks at me, eyes throwing daggers my way. “I told you it was impromptu. It wasn’t planned.” Colton defends. How was the whole thing impromptu though? We had even drafted a contract for it so how?

Kelvin replied. Apart from that, Luliyah was also worried about their marriage. "Kelvin... I still haven't graduated from the University. Before I graduate, can we keep our marriage a secret for a while?" Luliyah asked in a low voice. Kelvin was silent for a moment when he heard Luliyah's request. His hand was about to touch the teacup in front of him, but he suddenly stopped when he heard her. "If you want to keep our marriage a secret, then how do we explain our relationship?"

“We were never legally married. It was just a backyard ceremony with his friends. No paperwork, no courthouse, nothing. He said it was romantic. Now I realize it was just another way to keep me hanging without any real commitment.” Serah’s jaw actually dropped this time. Then she snapped it shut so hard I heard her teeth click. “You’re telling me you spent three years playing wife to a man who couldn’t even be bothered to make it official? Vel, I love you, but that’s next-level denial. I’m furious at him, obviously, but I’m also furious at you for letting him get away with it for so long.” I winced. “I know. I was blind. Stupid. Whatever. But it’s over now.”

“It’s over. It’s dead. It’s paper-thin.” I locked eyes with her. “I don’t love you. I don’t see a future with you. I don’t even see you bearing my children.” Every word came out like a bullet. I wanted it to hit — to slice her where it hurt. She stared at me like she couldn’t breathe. Then her voice cracked. “I don’t believe you,” she whispered. Good. Let the truth suffocate her. “Dad,” I said, still gripping Nelly’s hand, “we’re getting married in church.”