Auction Husband
Not a Choice

I was on the second floor. My footsteps slowed down even more as Mr. Al's room door came into view. I held my nervous breath. And, when I was only a few steps away, I had to stop immediately because I heard the conversation from within.

The conversation was not very clearly heard, but it could still be captured by the sense of hearing.

"I don't want to get married!"

Mr. Al's voice sounded sharp and pierced all the way to my heart.

"Please choose, who do you want to marry? That's all you can choose now. This week, there's a decision."

I immediately moved to the wall, leaning against the body when I heard the sound of a step out of the room. To hide is impossible, too.

I almost exhaled a sigh of relief, Madam Sekar did not look at me. He just stepped up quickly. However, my life seemed to be uprooted from the body when suddenly the woman turned to look at me. The look in his eyes was deadly, as if sucking away all the lives I had.

I gasped in shock when I heard the glassware coming from Mr. Al's room.

"The deformed man's mouse!" tell Mrs Sekar in a sharp voice, then step back to leave me.

For a moment, I could only be stunned. My body seemed to be nailed to the earth, unable to be moved until the sound of screaming from inside was so loud it sounded.

Mr. Al's room door is still wide open. When I came in, my forehead was hit by a perfume bottle. The pain as well as the pain that I feel, not only on the forehead but my head also feels dizzy.

I hissed in pain. My hands until trembling, maintaining the tray I brought not to be scattered on the floor.

Our gaze was briefly glanced, it seemed that Mr. Al was surprised by my arrival and what I had just experienced. However, he immediately turned his face away, then took out a wheelchair that was nearby.

I thought, Mr. Al would like to sit on his tool right away. Apparently my guess is wrong. As I was about to step closer, the man threw his wheelchair with both hands.

I screamed in shock. Sure oes. The chair almost slammed into my leg.

Good Lord!

This is the most terrible tantrum as long as I see Mr. Al. Early in this house, Mr. Al did not damage his wheelchair, but now he even damaged his tools.

Furthermore, what I saw was even more terrifying.

I immediately placed the tray on the floor, running over to Mr. Al who had been slammed on the floor. He dropped himself. Injuring himself.

"Master, don't do this!" I asked with tears in my eyes that I could no longer control.

I sat down on the floor, next to that huge, very fragile body. My hand touched his shoulder. I'm gonna help him wake up. However, the rough pats I received.

"Go from here! Go!" his groan with a red face and a stingy breath.

"I beg you, sir, don't do this!" I was crying as much as possible.

A second later, his big hand floated up slapping my face. My face immediately turned away, my body immediately sat on the floor.

I opened my mouth, moved my painful face. I felt a taste of rancid and salty in my mouth. It looks like my lips were broken by the slap earlier. The spine was very painful, until I had difficulty in settling down.

For a moment, I rested letting the body with the fragile soul lie on the floor with my face down.

I just moved as Mr. Al raised his head, then .. the man drowsy his head to the floor. I put both my hands under his head, holding that head with all my might so as not to get hurt. But it was my hand that was hurt.

I'm holding a sick hiss. I don't want to be pitied by that guy.

"I told you to step aside. Are you deaf ha?!" the hardic.

I shook my head strongly. Convince myself too the man that I will not go. At least for this time. It was enough longing as well as a feeling of regret that some time ago tormented me for having gone from his side. I should have, I didn't go anywhere. Supposedly, I went to pay that debt along with Mr. Al.

"I'm not going anywhere, sir," I said. Then, both of my hands moved to grab her shoulders, helping Mr. Al sit down.

I am grateful, because there is no more rejection let alone rebellion by the man. We both sat on the cold floor.

My hand was gently rubbing the sweat spots on his forehead. The cold sweat on my hands.

Mr. Al looked over and our gazes met. I have so much to say to that man. I miss a lot of things I want to say to Mr. Al. There are a thousand regrets I would like to convey to this man. And, a thank you from the bottom of my heart that I want to express to him. However, all of that was only able to fill my chest, not up to my tongue to say.

"Your lips are wounded" he said softly. Then, Mr. Al touched my hand. "Your hands are also injured" he said.

I took my hand, hid it from Mr. Al. I don't want to be pitied.

"I'm fine, Sir. It's just a small wound, "I tried to be calm. I cannot deny, the touch he did managed to tear my heart apart. My heart in there is so rowdy.

"You're so stubborn" he said again, sounding like a complaint.

"Master has helped me. I just want to give it a little back." I lowered my head, hiding the heat that I was feeling in my face.

"You really want to thank me?"

Hearing Mr. Al's question, my head looked up, and then disturbed confidently.

"I'll do anything for you, sir," I solemnly said.

"Married to me."

"Huh? What?!" I immediately closed my mouth with both hands, realizing that the response I gave was too excessive.

"Help me for revenge."