A Blessing in Disguise

Chapter 3

Mew shrugged, "I can eat some, but not in the morning. It will give me stomachache."

"Really? I don't remember you ever let something spicy on your plate..." Gulf wondered with his eyes looking up.

"Maybe you're just too busy with your girls to hang out with me that you missed the chance to see me eating spicy food." Mew teased and got a scornful look from Gulf.

"Isn't it to early to have a fight? We are still on our honeymoon, if you forgot, baby." Gulf emphasized the endearment call, however despite the sweet word, he looked threatening. So Mew shut it out.

The 'baby' word didn't seem so lovely to his ears. "I don't mean to tease you that way. We know how you were, and how I was, before this marriage. We can't change our past. It's in us."

Gulf sighed, "I know. I just don't like the way it sounds." He bit his lower lip while throwing his gaze to the scenery over the big window. They booked the room on the top floor. The view was amazing, yet Gulf didn't enjoy it since he was having something on his mind.

"I feel like I was a jerk compared to yourself." He finally let out of his chest.

"Still the thing about last night?" Mew thought they had sorted it out. He accepted Gulf the way he was, and Gulf fortunately accepted Mew for who he was—a gay man.

"Gulf, we've talked about this..."

"I know... But I still feel like shit whenever I think about it. You're so kind-hearted that you are even willing to take this marriage offer—to save a bastard's ass like me." Gulf beat Mew to talk first, "I know I'm not the eligible man for you. Hell, you can have a better man that's qualified to be your husband if you want to come out of your closet one day."

Mew didn't like how Gulf viewed himself. Despite the harem he established, Mew still found Gulf better than anyone else. He couldn't ask for a better husband. "Gulf, you are enough. I won't ask for a better man to be my husband." Mew repeated his words last night so that his words could pass through the other guy's thick skull.

"I'm a jerk."

Mew raised his brows, "So what?"

"I don't have the quality to carry out a marriage. I don't even do girlfriends-boyfriends things. It's just not....me..." He uttered in a low voice. The last sentence was a mumble.

"I don't mind. I knew how you are like the back of my palm. I accepted this marriage not to cage you. You can be whoever you want to be. Didn't I make myself clear enough?" Mew was a bit frustrated to make Gulf stood on the same understanding.

He never felt forced into this marriage. When Gulf's dad proposed through his father, he felt excited and he couldn't lie that he felt joy ran through his blood. He could technically call Gulf as his, and nothing exceeded those happy thought.

Yet, to his contrary, Gulf didn't take it that easily as he did. He was mad—furious even. He yelled at Mew for every chance he could get. He even slept with some woman to dirty the plan.

Gulf had always been changing sleeping partners from time to time, and Mew could handle it just alright when the other guy made some trouble during their 1-month preparation to the marriage.

Just like he said, Mew accepted Gulf for what he was, and he couldn't get why Gulf still thought that he didn't deserve Mew at all.

Behind the playful smirks and untestrained life, Mew knew how Gulf hid his sadness. That's how Gulf's defence-mechanism was.

Gulf bit his lower lip as his hand was taken into Mew's big palm. "You are enough." Mew pressured his words, hoping that it would sip into Gulf's brain.