Auction Husband
Streets

Early in the morning, I was ready. Wearing the sportswear I borrowed from Bik Sri last night. I giggled at the thought of what happened last night.

After dinner together who managed to make my heart feel like it was dislodged. I tried to take Mr. Al for a run this morning. Yes, even though the cold master did not want to get out of his wheelchair, but I still tried my luck. Given that three days from now, my time for this mission is certainly running low.

I cheer cheer cheerfully in my heart. With one hand clenched. The mission to get the master out of the house was successful. The man nodded in agreement with my proposal. Even with the lure that I will cook special food for him at lunch later. Doesn't matter. I'm happy to do it. Mr. Al will be the first to taste my cooking.

I stood in front of the mirror, making sure that the clothes I was wearing were suitable. No shame in having to walk with the handsome master. Then my hands were raised to the back of my head, grabbing my straight hair that was shoulder length scooped it into one and swirling it upwards. Not to forget, I polish the thin powder onto the face as well as the lipstick onto the lips. Looks pretty enough already. It's fitting as a comfort woman. Uh, what? I patted my head on my own thoughts.

I stepped out of the room towards Mr. Al's room. Stand before the door for a moment before knocking slowly. I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. My body was fixated on the spot when I saw Mr. Al sitting on his bed. The man was wearing black training pants combined with a shirt that was also black, very fitting with his white skin. I glanced at my own arm, it felt like this woman of skin was also less white with the man's skin.

Apparently, Mr. Al is focusing on his phone screen. To the point of not glancing at me who came and stood not far from him.

I cleared my throat awkwardly. Then greet him in a soft and carefree voice, “Again, Mr. Al. Ready to take a walk this morning?” Don't forget the big smile on my face.

I was still developing lips as the man replied, “Ngapain you? Want to spread charm.” The man's tone sounded faint with a sharp look. Typical of the eagle's eyes.

My lips clenched tightly. Intentions want to welcome the morning cheerfully, apparently not in line with the man in front. I scratched the temple slowly, thinking quickly how to reverse the suddenly slumping mood.

“Master wants breakfast at home or outside?” I pretend to relax.

“Think of later,” the answer is cold.

Elah, Sir. Why can't it be a little sweet, anyway. Innate ketus only. Not tired of what?

I continued to murmur in my heart with my lips raised again, carving out a smile of falsehood. Bodo is very.

I gawked as I saw Mr. Al stuffing the flat object into his pants pocket, then the man pulled out his wheelchair and sat there quickly.

Lho? Usually Mr. Al will ask for my help when he wants to move and happens to be me in his room. But this, the man seemed not to consider my presence.

I clucked in annoyance, but of course with all my might held his voice so as not to be smothered by the man. He approached Mr. Al and offered to help.

“Master want me to push?”

Mr. Al looked bellowed then with a quick movement the man moved away from where I was standing. Lho, kok?

“Quick!” mister Al exclaimed as he reached the doorway.

“I ... yes, Mr.” I rushed over to Mr. Al and pushed the wheelchair without asking for his approval again. It's just free to talk to him. Free. My words were only considered the wind by the man.

“Lho, we're not riding in the car, Mister?” I was surprised when Mr. Al continued to pass through the front garden area.

“Where are we going?” The man asked back.

“Go-out, ‘kan?”

“It's already outside,” the answer is relaxed. “Quick push,” firmly later.

“Iya ... anyway, but ..” I'm still digesting Mr. Al's words. True this is outside, but only outside the doang house and still around the big house. “I think we will go around the complex or to which park it is, Mr...”

“In your dream,” interrupted the man quickly.

Eh?

If only a walk in the front garden of the house like this, I do not need to dress up as beautiful as possible, ‘kan? Even the clothes are not a problem.

I took a deep breath, then obeyed Master Al's orders. It's up to the master. Whatever.

“Master, when are we going to start your foot therapy again?” I choose to break this silence with super bold questions.

Rather than having to assume strangely then the end was disappointed again like just now. I'd better just go straight to the core of the question I want to ask.

“What's the deal with you?” sniff the guy.

I cleared my throat slowly, with my hands pushing the wheelchair around the park.

“There, Sir,” I answer seriously. “Master must have known about the existing agreement.” I gulped my hard-earned saliva. Quite worried too with what reaction the man would give to my words just now.

Silence paused our chatter.

“Reacted all the same. Just because I need money. How much do you need?”

Why did I hear a tone of sadness in that man's voice?

“Tuan ..”.

“Quick say! How much do you need? Then get out of front of me.” Mr. Al kept his distance and turned to face me. We looked at him in silence. The man's face looked dark.

“I just need to pay the inheritance house ransom. Need nothing else,” reply me with vibrating lips.

I don't think I can get close to him for the sake of that mission. Let me get out of this house with nothing. Ah, suddenly I feel defeated because of the love that began to grow in the chest.

Right now, my heart is even at a loss choosing between that house or Mr. Al. In fact, last night my determination was still round when I wanted to carry out the mission I had planned. However, since throwing a question and getting an answer with a tone of sadness the man. I realize that Mr. Al really needs a friend. He needed someone to treat the wounds on his heart and body. And I don't want to if I still expect a lot of this feeling of love, but the fact is I hurt him with the agreement.

“Give me your account number and after that go.” Mr. Al said coldly then left me who was still standing glued with a feeling of emptiness.

A speck of tears dripping down the cheek. I moved quickly to remove the wet trail along with Mr. Al's shadow which started to blur. A second later, the man shouted to the waiter to help him. However, a moment later I gasped in shock when suddenly the wheelchair toppled over there.