Auction Husband
Paying Debt

I chose not to go straight to Amanda's house, but to go back to my parents' house. A heritage home that is still in debt security. I want to go there to make sure of his condition. And ... I will make sure that my rowdy family gets out of that house.

Just delicious them. My aunt lived in the house with her family and used the place as a debt guarantee. I know if Ruslan –suami Bik Imah – does not want to work. His daily activities were just gambling, drinking and partying with his friends.

I actually saw Bik Imah who had to work slamming bones in order to meet the needs of his family. My aunt was also unlucky to have a husband who was not responsible at all. Plus have to take care of Adelia who is very spoiled and lazy. Just washing his own clothes, the girl was reluctant. Back when they lived with me in the beginning, I still understood the habit of Adelia the slacker. I washed his clothes, cleaned his bed. I also helped Bik Imah cook in the kitchen and prepare food for her husband and child.

However, feeling the behavior of Adelia who increasingly ignorant and arbitrary. Coupled with Ruslan's behavior that makes me sick. They indirectly told me to rebel. Worms alone if stepped on will squirm, let alone me.

Heh. If you remember the behavior of the only family I have, it always makes my chest hot because the bubbling emotions lure me to want to go berserk.

Well, Bik Imah actually defended with death his family who did not know himself. The woman scolded me and told me I didn't know myself.

“Already guarded. Dikasih. Even humping!” hardiknya one day when I saw me who was angry with the child just wayangnya. Who else if not the slacker Adelia.

Adelia was four years under me. He is twenty years old now and is in college in his first semester. He was reluctant to go to college. Once High School graduates and can escape from that gray white uniform, Adelia chooses to be unemployed at home. And during that time, he just spent time playing games. Nongki-nongki with his friends and shopping. It was only in the following year, Bik Imah forced him to continue his education.

The shit. For a year I didn't know I was being fooled. Bik Imah and the Ruslan conspired to mortgage my only parent's estate. They owe me at will with my house as a guarantee. Family policy doesn't know it's lucky.

Until finally, I myself was driven from my own home. While they contracted elsewhere and the narrow contract situation he made as an excuse not to take me along.

I who was working on the secret had to be confused because in addition to thinking about the unfinished scientific work, I also had to think about the cost of living, the cost of guidance, the cost of food and other costs.

Heh. Remembering it all pisses me off. Really upset. The car I was riding finally stopped in front of the fence of the house I had left for a long time. It feels like it. Just a day away from home feels like a year alone.creating a longing for the many memories that were once engraved beautifully in the old building. Happy memories with my parents.

“Thank you, Mr. Anton,” I said nodding politely and got out of the car.

Mr. Anton nodded no less politely, the man smiled faintly and then said goodbye. Before the four-wheeled vehicle actually left me. My steps quickly approached the shiny black car. Tapping on the windshield of his car impatiently for Mr. Anton to open it immediately and know that I want to talk to him.

“Wait, Sir!” myrag.

I spoke as the car's glass opened. “Please send my thanks to Bik Sri.”

Mr. Anton nodded in understanding.

“Terus .. please tell Mr. Al. If I'd seen him again.” I nodded confidently at what I just said.

Mr. Anton looked surprised, but he didn't say a word. Then closing the windshield and driving the car left me still standing staring at the vehicle until it disappeared from view.

Arriving at the house I was headed to, I immediately went in and looked for someone there. The door of the house was wide open showing someone I wanted to meet.

“You're Ayna huh?” asked the man with a stare.

“Iya, Sir. Is correct. I'm Ayna. And I came here to redeem the mortgaged house,” I replied as I explained my purpose in coming to this house.

The man smiled broadly. He seems to be a friendly person to anyone. Might as well. Or be friendly to me because I will redeem the house, give him a lot of money. Ah, whatever it is. to be friendly or not that important my business is quickly finished. I don't want to stay here long.

“Come sit down first! Don't be so tense, Miss Sweet,” said the man then went back to his house. The door is still wide open with me glued here. Then the man looked at me over his shoulder. “Why is it still there? Come log in!” bring the guy again.

“Eh, yes.” I answered nervously. It feels strange to be in a foreign place with a stranger as well. Then, I stepped slowly according to the man's invitation and then sat on the sofa in the living room. Opposite the man of the house owner.

“You are the owner of that house. Right?” The man sat with his legs folded and his hands folded on his knees.

“Ya.” I nodded slowly while answering the question of the man sitting opposite me.

“You know how much they owe me and the interest?” ask the man again.

I'm not sure about that number.

“Two hundred million with flowers,” continued the man again.

Basic loan shark. Lending money to get a lot of profit. If the mortgaged were not the house of inheritance, I would be very happy to see Ruslan and Adelian suffer. Given how the attitude of those who really like to spend money, spend money as they wish it feels very fitting to be taught a lesson with a loan of money that children pinak. So that the borrowers of money for the sake of pleasure for a moment can think again. In fact, here I am the one who was harmed.

I took a long breath. Lifting the black bag I had brought up onto the table, put it there and opened the reseleting. My eyes immediately felt glare when I saw the red stack of paper in there.

It seemed that the man before me was also glaring at the pile of money sheets. His eyes just like going out.

Wh why? Doesn't he believe that I brought him as much money as he asked. Thank you to Mr. Al who has been kind to me. As I promised, I will not let go of someone like Mr. Al. It never will.

“This is real money?” ask the man while taking a pile of money. Then smell the scent coming out of the new papers.

“Try checking. And I want everything to be done quickly,” I said ketus. “Where is the debt agreement? And immediately give me the certificate you confiscated,” I said again.

The man chuckled and stood up from his chair. Leaving myself sitting with my heart pounding.