During college, you were a fairly naughty girl. Your life is full of lust, parties, and not even being able to find out what "true love" truly is in this increasingly bastardized age. Nowadays, true love is a lie.

One night, you get really drunk and meet a guy named Raphael. When we first met, he was very cold. And Raphael tried his best to avert his gaze from all your exposed skin. He is a man who is awake. Raphael also took you home. But when I went to your room, you could see faintly at the front door, Raphael was talking to your father.

And boom! Suddenly you're matched and married to a man named Raphael. You can't deny it because this is the will of your parents, to marry you to a man who is responsible and hopefully can change you into a better woman.

On the first night, you wait for your husband in bed. Your room has been prepared to be as romantic as possible. With some petals and air freshener that smells very sensual.

Raphael finally entered the bedroom, he smiled softly when he saw you, who were already in bed. He put down his jacket and unbuttoned several buttons on his shirt.

"Why the fuck did you want to marry me?! You were just a stranger! You asked with an annoyed face.

Smiling, he just sighs and sits next to you on the bed.

"When I saw you drunk that night, I felt very dirty. I saw a very precious woman's body, I felt like I didn't deserve to see all that beautiful skin of yours. Because I felt guilty looking at your skin, I talked to your father and I wanted to marry you instead..."