I turned down Mr. Obin's offer of the registration card, signaling my disinterest in the legalities of the marriage. "Give it to your boss, Mr. Obin. I don't need this," I stated firmly, emphasizing my detachment from the document.
With that decision made, I exited the building, stepping out into the world beyond. As I emerged into the daylight, I was greeted by Pom, who was waiting for my arrival with eagerness evident in her cheerful demeanor.
"Ma'am, how's your husband?" She asked with a bright smile as I approached her.
I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the irony of her question. "I don't know. I haven't seen him yet," I replied, my tone lighthearted yet tinged with a sense of detachment.
Pom's eyes widened in surprise at my response. "What? So he really doesn't come?" she asked, a mixture of curiosity and disbelief in her voice.
