“Oh, Claire, how are you?”
The woman, whose name was ‘Claire’ apparently, jumped up and hugged Aiko, brushing his soft brown hair with her fingers. “I missed you so much.” However, from the corner of her eye she saw Momo standing still near the door with a surprised expression on her face, though she seemed to try to hide it behind a gentle smile.
Claire suddenly pulled away and looked at Aiko, whose face had turned fire red under his strange predicament.
“Who is she?” Claire asked, an awful feeling growing in her gut.
Aiko rubbed his neck with his hand and laughed in an extremely exhausting and nervous manner. “She is just… my wife…”
Though Aiko was nervous, it was not Momo’s opinion he was worried off, it was Claire’s. If he could he would marry her too, even if Momo had disapproved, yet marriage to more than one man or woman was illegal. It was even difficult to become divorced within this country, and women were forbidden to remarry unless they were widowed.
In a swift movement, Claire’s mouth fell gap. “I-I didn’t even know you were married!” She shouted to such lengths it reached the other side of the house.
“I only got married today!”
“You are a man-whore just like my brother said! Just a few weeks ago we made love right in this hallway and now you got married!?” Claire rubbed her face filled with pure stress and betrayal.
“It was an arranged marriage! I don’t love her! She’s a complete stranger! I have no intention of acting as a husband!” Aiko shouted back, pretending as though Momo was not silently watching a few feet away.
Momo herself was completely unsure of what to do. She could leave, however, she wondered if that would just make things worse.
“You fucking whore!” Claire’s stress had now turned into rage. She suddenly stormed out of the home, pushing past Momo.
This however did not seem to phase Aiko, who thought she would eventually come back anyways. He was too pretty to be abandoned, as he had told himself. Instead, he nervously smiled and laughed as Momo looked on in a confused expression.
“She’ll be back soon… eventually.” He muttered to himself, he turned the corner and walked back to the guest room, cursing to himself of the molded bed. He was an… odd man to say the least.
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