Auction Husband
Stretched Distance

I want to help the body that is now moving on the bed. However, he rejected me outright. The man raised his one hand signalling me not to come closer. Immediately, I retreated my steps. The intention to help him sit comfortably was wiped out already.

It could be, my feelings alone are too big a head. Some days not meeting with the man could have made the intimacy that had been established between us was destroyed. Now, the distance that had previously stretched wide was back I could feel. And I felt bad to realize that I was crying over Mr. Al earlier.

My hands moved quickly to remove the wet traces on both cheeks, not wanting that the man who had now been sitting leaning against the head of the bed knew the sadness I was feeling. I catch my breath, pulling the curve of the smile to look fine in front of the man.

"Good afternoon, sir," I said softly with a big smile.

I tried to put a cheerful face in front of him. Even though, the man was acting indifferent. Mr. Al moved, his hand outstretched to take the wheelchair beside the bed. I also hurried to extend my hand as I stepped closer intending to help bring the wheelchair closer. Who would have thought if what I was going to do just ignited the emotions of Mr. Al.

"Get out of this room!" hardik the man with a red face was also a red eye.

I flinched in shock and kept retreating backwards. My leg hit the bed. I really want to scream because of the pain in my legs as well as the pain in my chest. But with all my might I held back.

My body felt very weak to accept the rejection from the man. What am I supposed to do now?

"Master .. sorry, I just want to help," I said stammered in a hoarse voice. My tears just slid down my cheeks, quickly I wiped with the back of my hand. Not wanting to cry in front of Mr. Al.

"Get out of here," the cynical man. His eyes flashed red with anger.

We looked at each other, but only for a moment. The reason, Mr. Al immediately turned his face. Then, with great difficulty the man moved to the wheelchair which he had drawn to the side of the bed.

I was still standing where I was standing when the figure of the man in the wheelchair had disappeared from my sight. Mr. Al went into the bathroom. It didn't take long to hear the sound of water from the room.

I stepped out of Mr. Al's room. My step into my own room. Throwing my body over my own bed. My eyes were staring at the ceiling of the room with my body on my back and both hands resting on my chest. My mind drifted on the scene these few days. A heavy start to pass, then it becomes light due to the presence of Mr. Al. Then, this time it must feel back heavy, even many times as much as I feel.

I took a long breath. Closing your eyes for a moment. Again, the shadow of Mr. Al's angry face a few minutes ago flashed in memory. It feels so painful. Unable to prevent it, my tears flowed back.

Oh, why is it so painful like this?

I immediately wiped away the tears, then sat on the edge of the bed. I must be determined to conquer Young Master. Mr. Al must recover and be able to return to his world. That's my resolve now.

I got out of bed, went to the bathroom to clean myself up. After changing clothes, I immediately stepped towards the kitchen. Can't be prevented, the worms in my stomach are asking for food rations.

In the kitchen, I saw Bik Sri talking seriously to two servants. Not wanting to disturb, I stopped my steps towards the special place of the women. I don't know what the woman is saying, I don't dare eavesdrop on their conversation. However, I caught the old woman's facial expression looking very serious.

"I'm so hungry, Bik," I said honestly with a clear look.

Bik Sri chuckled softly, but did not stop taking me rice and side dishes.

"Eat a lot, let the strength face the reality." Bik Sri's words just sounded like ridicule.

I flicked my lips, then smiled widely before then bribing the food on the plate he had prepared on the table.

It didn't take long for me to finish the food from Bik Sri. A few minutes later, the plate was empty and clean.

"It seems that there is no need to wash the plate again, Na," said Bik Sri with a big smile.

"Bibik could have. I'll be embarrassed, Bik," I said slowly.

"Babies are glad you've returned to this house. After this, bring some food for Mr. Al huh. He won't eat from yesterday." Bik Sri's explanation made me dumbfounded and at the same time feel guilty.

"What is it, Bik?"

"How many days do you try to stay. Uh, Mr. Al dropped it right away. You have to take responsibility." The voice sounded serious and happy at one time.

"Why didn't Bibik tell you from earlier, anyway? I should have brought some food for Mr. Al first, and then I would have eaten it for myself" I lamented with guilt growing in my heart.

"You also need energy to accept Mr. Al's anger, right?" Bik Sri put a plate of rice and a bowl of soup on the tray. Oh, there's also a small plate of grapes as well as a big glass of milk there.

"Yes, but ... right?" I was confused as to what to answer.

"Take this to Mr. Al and make sure he fills his stomach. Take out all the moves you have."

"Just want a war, Bik."

"You will indeed fight to conquer Lord Al, Ayna. The spirit! Good luck and win." Bik Sri clenched her hands into the air. Her spirit is like the mother of PKK mother who wants a seven-teen race.

I brought that tray. My steps are wide, but slow. In addition to having to be careful, my heart was immediately pounding uncontrollably now.