Auction Husband
Haircut

Can I prance happily now? I can't help myself not jumping for joy. Young Master Al finally wants to trim his hair. Yeah, even though I had to go to great lengths to get the barber to this big house.

To make all my plans today. I had to persuade Reno, the creepy guy –assistant this house - to find a barber who would come to this house. Fortunately, the man helped me.

When the man arrived at this house, I immediately took him up to the top floor where Mr. Al's room was. I delivered some instructions regarding the desired haircut.

“Important ones are short and neat. The same ...” I stroked the chin area to my own jaw with both hands, “clean also.” Then I added the command full of emphasis, “It should be clean.”

After getting a nod from the man, I immediately opened the door of Mr. Al's room. Bring the man in. In the room, Mr. Al appears to be reading a book. A framed glasses was perched at the base of his huge nose. After asking permission from the room owner, I also told the man who was still standing on the threshold to approach.

“Who is your name?” ask Mr. Al coldly. His eyes remained focused staring at the book on his lap, without the slightest glancing at us. I swallowed hard. Suddenly a sinister aura circulated within this room.

“Di .. to, Sir,” said the man stuttered.

I could see clearly how Dito's face turned deathly pale. His hands look shaky.

“Master, this is the barber I talked about yesterday. In accordance with our agreement if ...”

“You think I've been that cool?” Mr. Al raised his head. He looked at me with his eagle eyes. “I still clearly remember our deal yesterday,” he said cynically.

I grimaced badly for the man. Then, turning to Dito who was unlucky the shaving guy who stood not far from me was holding a smile.

“Where do we shave, Mister?” ask me to get to the point. I approached the bed, picked up the book that was still on Mr. Al's lap. The man seemed to object to what I was doing, but I was quite grateful that Young Master had not said anything.

I put the book on the nightstand and fixed the position of the wheelchair facing the bed to make it easier for Mr. Al to climb on it.

“Move to the seat now, Sir,” I said without waiting for Mr. Al's answer to my previous question.

Again. I breathed a sigh of relief as the man complied. With resignation, he followed my instructions to move into a wheelchair. I have to thank Dito for willingly helping me.

“Thank you, Dito,”, I said in between breaths. I stood behind Mr. Al, then pushed the chair towards the balcony. It seems like a pleasure shaving in the area.

“Master shaved here only, yes, Sir,” I said with a smile and a polite nod.I heard an indistinct mutter from Mr. Al, but he did not refute my words.

I took the initiative to leave the two grown men here. It is better to prepare a snack while waiting for Mr. Al's shave to finish.

I held my breath when the long hair had been perfectly trimmed, leaving short, neat hair. Then, my eyes were so fixed looking at Mr. Al's face as if not willing to lose this moment. The long bushy brew that covered his face was slowly starting to trim down.

Good Lord! I want to feel like I screamed when I saw that beautiful face in front of me that now looks so perfect. Slowly, the petals that had been closed had begun to open. Dito has stepped aside. He removed the cloth that covered Mr. Al during the haircut.

My heart stopped beating when our eyes met. Mr. Al looks very different now.

“Face as handsome as this why want to be covered with a lot of hair,” my great-grandson is not aware.

I clenched those two wide-open lips. Then immediately my head bowed deeply because it got delicacies from Mr. Al.

“Swipe this chair. Fast!”

Instantly, I jumped from the chair I was sitting on to Mr. Al's chair. Deftly, I pushed the chair to get away from Dito who was cleaning the hair scattered on the floor.

“Meet Reno after this,” Mr Al said before asking me to leave this balcony.

“Help me wash my hair and face,” his words that I cannot possibly refute.

I pushed the chair towards the bathroom in weak force. It's a test for me. Really exam. What if my heart was suddenly entangled by Mr. Al's all-handsome charm. As I recall, these two eyes had never seen a man as handsome as the young master. This is for the first time, and for the first time I feel like I've been caught up in my own game.

Continue to survive and get stuck in it or choose to let go of the house left by my parents?

I tried not to look Mr. Al in the face while washing his hair. The man faced the mirror with his head looking up at the ceiling of the bathroom. As at the time of the haircut, both of his eyelids were tight. He's closed. For some reason, I saw peace on his face.

After the hair was done, I moved to stand in front of Mr. Al to clean his face. Using a clean cloth that had been moistened, I wiped the beautiful face. Slowly with bated breath. Now our faces face each other. The two beads in front did not seem to want to move from looking at me. We locked each other in the air for a few minutes.

I forgot what to do next. My hands just hang in the air. What the fuck? I forgot about this land.

“What's with your face?” tuan Al asked while holding back a laugh with a mocking expression.

Not immediately out of front of the man. I get carried away with the feeling of the question that I know must be a trap. One of my hands even touched a hot cheek. I misbehaved him. The man in front of me is very dangerous. Unfortunately, my feet just felt like they couldn't be moved. My body was like being stuck to the ground. It keeps me on the spot with a burning face. The cloth in the hand used to clean Mr. Al's face had fallen to the bathroom floor.

I gasped in shock as Mr. Al rolled back his wheelchair, away from me. Then, the man came out of the bathroom with myself still gawking at him. Fixes. I have been possessed by a bucin demon and must be immediately entangled in order for the demon to disappear from my soul.