MSL - Secret Wedding

-Christopher Hudson-

Two days after proposing to Isabella Stuart, I asked my personal laywer to take care of the paperwork for our wedding. Isabella was no longer a underage so it was perfectly legal to marry her, even though I chose to have a secret marriage with her. Actually I had no intention of marrying her secretly like this. As a man, I also want to actualize the dream wedding of the woman I love. Because I know, basically every girl has her own dream wedding. They always wanted to be like princesses even if only for one day.

But what made this girl very special in front of me was when I asked her, "What kind of dream wedding do you want?" I asked her.

Her eyes sparkled at me "I was wearing a white dress and you were in a tuxedo and then Granny was attending the best moment of us." The answer is simple.

My eyes widen, "You don't want a fancy party?" I asked again.

Instead, she looked down, "People will laugh at you if they find out you married a woman like me." She said he was humble.

I pulled her chin and kissed those soft lips, "I don't care what the world says about me, as long as you're in my world." I answer for sure.

"Marriage on a civil registry is enough for me," She answered again and I confirmed it. It's not my problem that will be ridiculed by many people who concern me, but rather her. I want to protect her from the spotlight, especially the media, which might corner her and make her lose her privacy if news of this marriage leaks out.

***

We both finished signing the marriage documents under the proper authority. And now that we're on our way home, I'm driving the car myself, while she's wearing white trousers and a matching blazer with the simple makeup and hairdo of her choice.

"I'm sorry I didn't make a big party for you." My regret, but she smiled. "It's not a big deal to me." She said with a smile adorning her face. Even so, I clearly saw that there was something going on in her mind about our marriage that we did not formalize religiously but only the civil registry.

"Anything you concern about?" I asked her further.

"No." She shook her head then smiled.

"If you want a honeymoon, you can choose a place you like, we will go there, to the place you want." I said, wishing her happiness about this, but in fact not, I still saw the look in her less than happy eyes in her gaze.

***

-Isabella Stuart-

Christ proposed to me crazily in the bathup and I almost died of happiness. Two days after that it was decided as our wedding date even though the concept was Secret Wedding. That's my idea at first, because I don't want people laugh at Christopher Hudson marrying a lowly woman like me whose origins aren't even clear.

And Christ agreed about it. He also doesn't want me to be too exposed by the media because of our marriage and our status of female college students and lecturers.

I am very happy even though Christ said that there will be no party, after all, the party is not something important to me at the moment. I just want to live happily with Christ and make him my only one.

The problem is that the day before my wedding I came to the orphanage to share this happy news with my home mother. When I came she was happy, but then a huge storm seemed to rage by so violently slapping me in the face as I saw a girl who looked a lot like me standing opposite me.

"Who is she?" I asked stammeringly.

"Elina Jacob." My orphanage mother said.

"We're very similar." I'm still trying to digest this, why are we so similar?

"You guys turned out to be twins." The mother of the orphanage said.

"Twins?" I felt that a thunderbolt had just struck me.

"She was accosted by Mr. Jacob Hawkins the day after you were left in front of the home."

I was stunned looking at the girl. She looked at me, but I didn't feel that we had blood ties at all, maybe our faces were similar, but she didn't show a friendly look in her eyes. Shee seemed hard to approach.

"She came here to look for you after knowing the fact that she has twin sisters."

"Why did you never tell me?" My protest to the mother of the orphanage.

"I don't want you to feel worse, sweetheart. Because not being bullied doesn't mean you're worse. Look at you now, you even gave me the news that an educated rich man is going to marry you." The mother of the orphanage took my hand and grasped it.

"Elina just had a bad day, both of her parents had an accident and now she's back in a row. She wants to go back to the care home."

The girl looked at me. "Maybe you guys can be more familiar sisters." Said the mother of the orphanage.

"What does she mean?" I asked.

"Elina wants to stay with you."

I swallowed hard, I haven't even been able to digest all this in my head and that girl who looks similar to me wants to stay with me?

"Don't blame her, because when she left you it happened because she was a baby and had no choice, but now you're an adult and you have a choice" The mother of the orphanage looked at me, her lines leading me to think about the option of bringing Elina to live with me. But what about Christ? Christ definitely can't take this for granted, just like myself.

"I'll think about it." I said before I finally left the care home. My decision to give the mother of the orphanage good news turned out to be bringing me home with bad news. All day long I was so stressed thinking about Elina, her face similar to mine made me feel bad every time I reflected my self in the mirror.

If she had been happy for twenty years without me why now did she come and want to stay with me?

Even on my wedding day, the burden about Elina was still whacking and making me depressed. Even when Christ made an offer for a honeymoon, I couldn't think of it at all.

Until the night when we officially lived as husband and wife even though our marriage was kept secret. Christ lay holding me, and I didn't lust at all to him tonight.

"I watched you all day, you looked gloomy." He said.

"No, of course not. I'm happy, verry happy." My lie.

"Since I have become your husband, then I should have the right to know what problems my wife is facing so that she looks gloomy all day, even on her wedding day. " He said as he kissed me on the shoulder.

"Nothing." My lie again, I turned around and he pecked my lips, but I didn't react.

"Tell me, with all my ability I will definitely help you." He said assuring me.

I sighed deeply. "I have a twin sister." I said dubiously.

"Twin sisters?" Christ's eyebrows were linked.

"I also only found out yesterday when I saw the mother of the orphanage."

Christ raised his eyebrows. "Isn't that a good thing, after all this time you have felt so alone on the face of the earth, now you have two people you can call a family, one me and one your twin sister." Christ tried to get me to change the concept inside my head.

"She doesn't look like my twin sister." I said softly.

"You don't know each other yet even if you are siblings, that's the case."

"The problem is that she wants to stay with me now that both of her adoptive parents have passed away." I said with teary eyes.

"So what's the problem, honney . . ." Christ rolled me in his arms. "We have a lot of empty rooms, she can occupy one of them." Christ said, but for some reason all I felt was not just wanting to live together, the girl wanted my life.

She wanted what I had now. For some reason I felt she was always superior to me, first she won the heart of husband and wife Jacob Hawkins until she was finally accosted by them. Having a good life, getting enough love, even a good education, while I am the opposite. Spent more than seventeen years inside the orphanage, and had to struggle to live outside the orphanage for three years before I finally met Christoper Hudson and now she is back to my live, to snatch it all from me.

Oh, why do I feel so bad? I should be happy to accept the arrival of my twin sisters, I should be grateful that I am not the only person in this world who was born with the blood of our parents, but there is her too. I should be happy because I have a person who I can call sister and will be the one who is always there for me and vice versa, It should be . . . I shouldn't think badly about it.

"I don't know. I just not just feel that it is not an easy choice to accept her in my life. When she left me and enjoyed her comfortable life, she didn't come looking for me. And why only now?"

"I won't go into it if you don't want to." Christ hugged me tighter and tighter, and the hug was very helpful. At least I know that there is one person who is always there for me and that is Christ Hudson, my husband.