Auction Husband
The man is silent

There were not many injuries caused by a small accident on the terrace of the house earlier. However, the small injuries on Mr. Al's hands and face were quite alarming to me. When the family doctor came and gave me the medicine and left. The man who was sitting leaning on the head of the bed did not say much. He did reply to the doctor very well and also answered the question posed to him. However, I knew that the man had only answered so that the doctor would quickly leave his room. Evidently after the man who examined Mr. Al left. The master was cold and did not speak a word.

I approached him, fixing the blanket that covered the man's legs. Mr. Al bergeming. His gaze remained focused on the glowing screen on his lap. He didn't look at me at all.

“Master needs something?” tanyanku carefully. Right now, I feel like crying. My days were used to the tone of the ketus, the innuendo of even the man's anger. I'm not used to seeing him who just keeps silent with his lips tightly clenched.

“Tuan ...,” call me again. I've been sitting on the edge of the bed with both hands squeezing each other on my lap. A second later, my hand moved quickly to wipe away the tears. Heh. I hate to cry because it indicates that I am weak.

Crying is a form of surprise and weakness. It shouldn't be that the woman was crying just because of a trivial matter like this. The pain and pain that I have been through has made me strong and not easy to cry. That was. The moment before I met the man full of charm. Since realizing that my heart had fallen into its charm blindly, I have been in a pit of suffering called love ever since. Really sucks. I forgot the figure that a few months ago adorned my day on campus. I just remembered I had a boyfriend. Duh, that means my heart has an affair now.

Good Lord! Since when did I become such an easy girl?

The shit. The man remained unmoved. Mr. Al then inched to lie on his side, looking back at me who was looking at him with a pushy look. How sad. I don't feel my tears flowing. This mission will fail and I don't care anymore.

My hands are outstretched, wanting to touch that back. However, it was only stuck in the air. I dare not touch that man. Undare. Then, I quickly guessed the tears that continued to flow profusely soaked the face. Then, I chose to leave Mr. Al's room. Arriving at the doorway, I turned. Staring at the man lying on the bed over my shoulder. Not wanting to continue feeling sad and guilty, I rushed out of the room. Closing the door slowly.

Can't stand my own feelings. I went into my room and shed tears on the bed. I've never felt this bad in my entire life. I covered my face with a pillow and roared there. It would be a shame if the sound of my crying was heard everywhere and known to the residents of this house.

The next day, I was surprised by Bik Sri's arrival to my room. The woman gave me a black bag.

“Bibik does not know what happened between you and Mr. Al,” the middle-aged woman said in a soft voice. I sat on the bed and fell down. Dare not to return Bik Sri's gaze. I know, he must also be disappointed with my reckless attitude. “Tuan Al leave this to you,” he said as he patted the bag slowly.

I'm looking. Inevitably returned Bik Sri's sad-looking gaze. “What is this, Bik?” tanyaku.

“Try checking,” he said while raising the chin.

I unzipped the bag slowly and carefully. My eyes immediately widened in disbelief when I found out what was inside the bag. I looked at Bik Sri and into the contents of the bag alternately.

“A ... what does this mean, Bik?” ask me with a vibrating voice.

“Tuan Al didn't say anything. Just ordered to give this bag to you and you were told to leave here,” explained Bik Sri.

“Bik, I .. would like to see Mr. Al.” I immediately got off the bed, but was detained by Bik Sri.

“Master Al doesn't want to meet anyone. Appreciate that,” he said with a serious look.

“But ...”

“Master Al doesn't seem to be okay. And go now before the madam gets home. Mr. Al doesn't want you to deal with Madam, you can run into her problem.”

I sat on the edge of the bed with hunting breath. My breath feels like it's going to go away.

“Anton is waiting for you downstairs. Later he will take you away from here,” jalas Bik Sri again. He stood up with a gaze that hinted that I could not refute him.

No matter how hard I beg you to see Mr. Al for a moment, she won't allow it. It's free.

“Quick!” expel later.

I hurried to take the bag that Bik Sri gave me earlier. No more thinking about the clothes I need. After all, I didn't bring much stuff with me when I left this house.

I got out of the room walking quickly down the stairs to get to the bottom. Then when in front, I found a car with a lighted engine seemed to be waiting for me. I approached and the man immediately told me to just go in. I complied and did not have to wait long to wait for the car to leave the courtyard of the mansion.

I looked back. I wish I could find what I wanted to find. My heart was racing as my gaze got what I was looking for. He was there, watching me leave the house.

Sir, I love you. I don't know since when, but I know this love is so deep for you. With what I see now. May I wish that you loved me too? I really hope that we can meet again and that's when my mother promised never to let you go. I will follow you, cling to you without a second of being detached from you. I promise, Sir. I-i promise.

Then, the figure who was looking at me from the balcony window also began to shrink .. shrink and get smaller and then disappear. At that moment, my tears flowed again. I'm really turning into a crybaby now. And wept even more as the house I lived in these few days disappeared from my sight.

“Where are we going?”

Anton's question didn't even dampen my tears. I was even more intrigued because I realized that after this I had somehow been able to meet with Mr. Al again. The figure that accompanied me lately and the figure that had managed to fill all the niches of my heart.