Auction Husband
PoV Alvarez

I stared at the woman's departure through the window. Opening a little curtain that became a hindrance to my view. There, the woman looked back briefly before actually getting into the car. A bitter experience will fail him in a relationship with a woman, so imprinted in memory and very painful in the chest.

I admit, my dark days glowed a little when the woman was home. Everything about him is so deep in the memory. When I was alone, a shadow of his figure danced in memory. And he was willing to destroy my soul.

The daily life we live together continues to spin like a movie cassette in the head. Whirring, over and over. The thing is I don't get tired of watching those shows. In fact, every now and then both of my lips lifted up printing a smile when drawn by her cute adorable face.

He, just a few days in this house. A big house that always feels quiet for me because I choose to stay in the room. For me, the outside life is both horrible and disappointing. It's not worth being trampled on by someone with a disability like me.

However, his presence which was only a matter of hours at that time was able to change everything. He received all the anger and frustration that destroyed his self-esteem. He who in just a matter of hours was able to relieve the overflowing emotions in the chest. Until finally, I was completely free from the sedative injections that nurses routinely used when I went berserk, messing with everything that was ahead.

I also remember how he served my favorite food. Then on another day, I asked him to make it. Until finally, that day I received all his confessions.

How much he needs money in small quantities. Since then I have been lied to by him. I don't know for what reason, I just released that woman. Give her the amount of money she needs and let her get away from this house.

I thought, all about it would be fine. After all, that woman was only briefly in this house. Yes, even though he has managed to change me even though only the originally long hairdo is now trimmed to short and neat.

Apparently, the longing was overflowing unstoppable. My soul was again shaken, not by the heartache and anger bubbling up in my chest. Except by the longing that slowly creeps at the bottom of the heart. As much as I can shake off the feeling of longing, as hard as I can feel it as if it gnaws at the heart and erodes my defense.

One day since the woman's departure. I immediately missed the taste and aroma of the cuisine. I deliberately asked the waiter to make it for me. Damn, it doesn't taste the same as the food he made for me. Damn, even more make the longing tempest in my chest.

I'm upset. And accidentally, I threw the bowl with my favorite menu into the wall of the room. The sound of the voice was very loud making the butler to the point of screeching fear while covering both ears with both hands. The old woman was crying. Crying out so badly. However, he still cleaned up the shards of the shard that was scattered on the floor. Also clean up any spillage spills that are splattered everywhere.

“I'm sure, Ayna will be back here soon again, Sir,” said the woman in sobs.

I was surprised, because there was no anger or hatred that he gave me. Of course it was very different from the nurses who had been taking care of my needs. I had to ask for a change many times, not in a matter of months, but only in a matter of days, no matter how many nurses exchanged jobs to take care of disabled people like me.

Many of the nurses asked to be replaced. Ah, not only a matter of days there are also those who in a matter of hours have asked to be replaced because they cannot overcome my anger. I still vividly remember how their hateful gazes shone upon me. In fact, they here are paid a very high salary.

“Master, eat first yes.”

The middle-aged woman who entered my memory came over. I still refuse to open my eyes. It still felt like I wanted to drown in the dark because it was there that I could see the figure of the woman I was longing for.

“Or, Mr Al need something?” ask the old woman again. “Master should be healthy soon, so that later can catch Ayna, Mr.” Hearing the butler say the woman's name, both of my eyelids opened.

“Bibik permission check the heat yes, Sir. Is it down or not?” ask the old woman. Then, he impassively put his palm on my forehead. Checking the body temperature from yesterday is indeed high heat.

I immediately brushed off that hand that felt like a very long time to stay there. What the fuck is this?

“Go there,” kick me out in a sniffy tone. Unfortunately, my voice was not too loud because my energy did not feel recovered. Still very limp and helpless.

“Drink juice first yes, Sir,” said the woman then gave the glass in red.

“What is it?” ask me in a weak voice.

“This is Mr. Al's favorite guava juice,” he replied with a smile.

He put a straw in my mouth. I opened my lips and sucked the guava juice. It doesn't taste too sweet. I looked to the side when I felt I had enough. Fortunately the woman understood. If not, maybe I've patis coarse glass and can be sure the glass is easily broken will be scattered on the floor of my bedroom.

“Come. I want a break,” I said again. I immediately changed my sleeping position to tilt. He turned his back to the old woman who was standing and heard the sound of footsteps moving away from the bed. I closed my eyes when I heard the sound of the door closing carefully.

I haven't had the chance to drift into dreamland. My sense of hearing caught the sound of my room door opening. Then, the sound of footsteps that were heard walking hurriedly approached towards the bed.

I was about to see who came into my room, but stopped when I heard the sobs behind me.

“Master, Sorry.”

My body stiffened in shock when I heard that voice. A voice from someone I miss so much. My body until it hurts because it has to bear that longing. Apparently, my soul that was already weak before had not been able to stem that sense. I wanted to turn around immediately and look at the face of the woman I was so looking forward to. However, my pride prevented everything. I chose to be quiet, waiting for what the woman was going to do.

“I'm sorry, Sir,” said the woman again.

A few minutes later, I turned to face the woman crying in front of me.

I stared at the face of the woman who had shed those tears. His face is so sad. Like someone who just lost.