Is he my husband?

*the next day*

"Dad, mom, I am still unfamiliar with the word wife. Please tell me, is wife really my playmate?"

He asked innocently, and Monica smiled at him. She never expected her son getting married like this. She had always imagined a boastful wedding for her son, and he picking a nice woman for himself. But this had to happen, and she hated it.

"Yes, she is your playmate," Mr Joel George nodded his head in agreement.

"A she? That means I would have a girl partner. That's good. So she would play with mini, Karl and my every other toys, right?" He batted his lashes cutely and his mother laughed at his cute behavior.

She stroked his hair gently, buttoning his shirt well.

"Yes, she would play with you. You will have so much fun with her,"

She grinned at him.

"Wow, that's wonderful. I can't wait to meet her." he clapped his hands enthusiastically.

"Me neither." Monica mumbled to herself. Joel stared at her, grabbing her hands softly to calm her down. She looked really anxious to know who Rosa and her husband would bring for her son.

"Your play mate would arrive soon Rafael."

Rosa popped out of the kitchen, and placed a tray filled with fruits in front of him.

"I can't wait!" He clapped his hands again.

"Yes, I know you can't." Rosa grinned at him.

"Aunt, is she beautiful?"

His eyes flashed curiosity, he wanted to know who his parents and Aunt and uncle picked as a wife for him. He couldn't wait to play with her and tell her all about his toys and friends.

...

Genesis was standing in front of a house, waiting for the so called butler to come pick her up. She was getting tired of waiting so long for a Lamborghini which Rosa George said would come by to pick her up. Her work started too soon, which she was unprepared for. Her bag was beside her, as she stared at her wristwatch impatiently.

And after a while, a black Lamborghini packed in front of her. She stared at the luxurious car in wonder. Was this the car that was supposed to pick her up? She stared at the car again in amazement. This woman must be very rich. But why would she want more money? What greed.

She sighed softly, not able to understand any of those rich people. They were so confusing. If she had any of this, she wouldn't want anything more in the rest of her life.

And one more thing, she couldn't wait to meet her socalled husband to be. Geez!

A man in a well ironed suit walked out of the car elegantly. He stood in front of her and bowed, which proved he was Asian aristocrat. His features also looked like one of those Asian butlers on TV. He must be the butler Mrs Rosa sent to get her. Well, hello money.

"Miss Grit?"

"Yes that's me," she replied. Her teeth was chewing on a gum, which proved of her lack of a proper home training. The butler started to wonder why Mrs Rosa George would want this hooligan getting married to the boss. She doesn't look Influential at all. Black jacket, Pink crop top: more like a bra, blank jeans, and boots...she looked more like a thug.

She grabbed her bag, striding towards the car.

"I will help you with that ma'am." the butler wanted to help her, but she immediately stopped him. She doesn't like anyone getting their hands on her properties. She believed she has the hand to do her stuffs, she wasn't a rich woman. She is Genesis Grit, the garage queen. She could handle her stuffs herself.

"There's no need, butler,"

"Mr Jones," the butler quickly corrected her. Of course he had a name. Not just the butler title.

"Oh, okay. I can carry it myself. It's not heavy,"

She hopped into the car, sitting comfortably in the back seat. She then placed her luggage beside her.

And off the car zoomed.

***

A ring was heard from the door, twice. The maid went to get it. she opened it wide, for it to reveal the Queen of the garage, Genesis Brit.

The people present in the living room, lifted up their heads to see who the person is.

Rosa grinned and happily walked towards the door to go get the visitor.

"Here is our beautiful bride."

She grabbed her hand without hesitation. She pulled Genesis into the house gracefully. She was so happy everything was taking place perfectly, just as she planned.

Monica stared at the woman who walked inside, same goes to her husband. They both looked at her from her leg to her foot. Is that jean trousers? Denim jacket, and a crop top on her. Monica glared Rosa, before turning back to the woman who had walked in.

"Say hello to your future mother-in-law and father-in-law." Rosa introduced them to her and she said nothing but 'um'. These two people doesn't look so happy to see her. What? Did someone die in here? Did she come here at here at the wrong time?

Well, that's not her business. Her business here is to get married to the owner of the house.

"You are?" Joel raised his brows in question. He doesn't have a good impression on this girl who walked in like a rouge. He accepted all of this because of the doctor. The doctor explained to him that maybe getting his son getting married would trigger is normality. If someone could stay beside him well, someone who acts more like a normal person, might trigger his memories of whom he was, and finally get him back to who he was.

Joel wanted the best for his son and also wanted his son to get healed. Maybe Rosa was right about Rafael getting married. But this woman in front of him...

"I am Genesis Grit."

She said plainly. Joel turned to look at his wife whose eyes were also asking a million questions from her. She also seemed restless about this girl.

"Is she here!"

The man appeared from the stairs, and rushed down to meet the only unfamiliar woman in front of his mother.

Genesis stared at the tall man who was wearing strange outfits and having a lollipop in his mouth. He ran towards her, holding the hem of her cloth.

"Are you my wife?"

Genesis never expected this kind of crazy man to pop out of nowhere. So she is expected to marry a...what?... why the heck was he acting like that?! She glared at Rosa who grinned at her immediately.

"That's your husband, Genesis. Rafael George," Rosa introduced.

"are you sure...(stared at him one more time) he is my husband?" He questioned the woman, widening her eyes in question.