“All you have to do is sign here and that’s it. We’re done!” the boss announced loudly.
Hayden didn’t seem at all surprised at how his father seemed to be rushing and impatient about everything. Instead of bothering us to travel to the city hall, the boss had a representative from the city hall turn up to our mansion with our marriage registry ready for signing. The thin and frail middle-aged man who had the misfortune to be selected for this task looked like he couldn’t wait to get this over and done with so that he could go home.
The ride to this mansion with a blindfold on must have been harsh on him psychologically if not physically as well considering his age. I fully sympathized with him, and I had to say that from my experience I could understand what it really felt like. The way the man trembled as he stood in front of us reminded me of the old and unfortunate priest that was supposed to wed us twice at the church. I wished that our union wouldn’t need to involve any more unfortunate bystanders like this. Not knowing how else to comfort the poor man, I presented him one of my warmest smiles.
One of the men dressed in black handed a pen to Hayden and then another one to me. Although there was nothing ceremonious about us just signing our names at the line on the marriage registry, the weight of the pen in my hand felt like it weighed a ton. Signing my name here would marry me legally to Hayden and along with it came so many changes and responsibilities.
I wondered what thoughts ran through Hayden’s mind when he signed his name casually onto the paper in front of us. Unlike me, Hayden did not seem to hesitate at all and perhaps that was because to him, we were already as good as married since he slipped that large diamond ring onto my ring finger in the hospital.
“Your turn,” Hayden turned to tell me in such an emotionless tone.
I glanced up to meet his calm blue eyes, and just like that, any hesitations that I may have had evaporated into thin air. Time seemed to travel slowly as I lifted my hand and placed the tip of the pen at the blank space on the page where I was supposed to sign my name.
Here goes…everything…
I could feel Hayden’s intense gaze on me and then on the still-blank space on the paper. After taking in a deep breath, my right hand moved and soon my full signature filled the empty space on the page.
“Thank you…” the man whispered in relief.
“Malissa…” Hayden called my name softly.
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