A Husband

*Bam!*

This was the fifteenth time Raelle had slammed Hyson on the mat. Clad in a white uniform with a black belt around her waist, she stood up and looked down at him who was acting as if he died.

Her foot nudged him as she said, "Stop acting dead! Get up already!"

Hyson opened his eyes but didn't stand up, "Do you think I'm good at acting dead?"

"How is that possible?" she retorted. "You're not good at anything! Not even dying!"

"Thanks! That's the way to cheer up your best friend! Just beat him to death!" Obviously, he was being sardonic but she wasn't paying much attention to his tone. She had long gotten used to his mood swings. "I came to look for you to cheer me up because I was feeling upset. And you! You did this to me! How cruel!"

"It's not my fault that you had been distracted all throughout our warming up." She pointed at the black belt around his waist as she added, "Otherwise, we both are usually equally matched."

"This was warming up?" he questioned with a horrified expression.

"Yeah! The real game is just about to begin," as she took a step closer, he rolled his body far away. "Where are you running?"

He got on his knees and begged, "Boss, spare me! I'll never look for you to cheer me up again!"

"What? Didn't I help? I've beaten you till you have forgotten all about the issue that was bothering you."

Listening to Raelle's standpoint on this situation, his lips twitched before he burst out laughing. He laughed for a long while before saying, "You're right. I forgot everything now!"

"That's good then. See? I'm still very useful," she sounded quite proud of herself and Hyson could only shake his head at her.

She took the water bottle from Cloe who was standing at the sidelines to watch this scene. And threw another one at him before asking, "So, what has been bothering you?"

"Nothing," he said. They sat at the chairs placed at the far corner of the gym. "You tell me, when are you getting married?"

Raelle gulped down the water before saying casually, "Today."

He spurted out the water he had yet to swallow and coughed. Why did this girl always dropped a bomb on him when was drinking something and that too so casually? "What?" She looked at him blankly. "Are you for real?" She nodded and he continued, "Then what the hell are you doing here?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "It's lunchtime."

"So?"

"So, I can do whatever I want during my lunch break. Besides, we decided to meet at 4 p.m." That was all she said in a very casual and laid back manner. Definitely not sounding like someone who was getting married today!

Hyson stared at her face for a long while before saying, "I always knew something is wrong with your brain. But today, you showed me a whole new world."

Raelle didn't pay attention to his words but said, "What else do you want me to do? I can't possibly take the whole day off just for 20 minutes job."

"20 minutes job?" repeated Hyson strangely.

Raelle nodded her head, "Isn't registering your marriage at the Civil Service Bureau a 20 minutes job? If it is so convenient, I should be doing it when I'm free. Why would I waste my whole day over such a thing?"

Hyson threw his head back and took deep breaths. He didn't want to say anything. It was of no use anyway. She won't listen.

"What's your husband's opinion regarding this?" he questioned.

"He is okay with it," replied Raelle. "He said he also had an important meeting so he'll be going straight there."

"You guys won't even go to the Civil Service Bureau together?"

"Why would we go together? I have to go from my own office, he has to go from his own company. If one of us went to pick the other, it'd waste at least 45 minutes. Too troublesome!"

Hyson had an urge to punch her face right there and then! She and her 'troublesome' always went hand in hand!

He took a moment to think about it before decided that since they had no issue with it, then why was he worried. It was like the Emperor was laid back while the Eunuch was panicking. He really needed to stop thinking about it.

And with that thought, he did stop thinking about it. Instead, he asked, "By the way, who really is this husband of yours?"

"Won't tell you," replied Raelle. "What if you found his looks to your liking and tried to seduce him. What would I do?"

Hyson poked her head saying, "You really should buy a filter for this pretty mouth of yours!"

Raelle was pleased to hear that, "Everyone tells me to buy a filter but none of you bother telling me where can I buy this so-called filter? I definitely didn't find it anywhere."

Hyson facepalmed himself and decided to shut up.

However, this resolve only lasted until they had come back after changing their clothes. He looked at her and said, "After getting those red booklets, send me a photo of the two of you."

"What are you gonna do with it?" she inquired.

"I'd watch it and cry over losing my first love," he retorted exasperatedly.

"Aww... I didn't know you loved me. Why didn't you say so earlier? Now, I'm already gone too far."

He snorted, "Who said you're my first love? I was talking about your husband." He stuck his tongue out at her and provoked her.

But Raelle was rather amused as she followed him out saying, "Even before marriage I already have competition. How interesting!" She was quiet for a minute, "Oi! You're really not gonna tell me why you're upset?"

Hyson shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as he put on his hoodie and said, "It's nothing important. It's your important day. It's better if you focus on that!"

"How is this counted an important day? I didn't strike any deal today," was her response. "No new deal equals no new profit or gain."

"But you're gaining something," he said. "Something very important."

"What?" she asked curiously.

"A husband!" was his reply as he flashed her a toothy grin before running off towards the back door of the gym building.