Auction Husband
Sleep Together

For the smooth running of this wedding charade we were in, Mr. Al asked me to move my clothes and belongings from my room to his room.

"We ... slept together?" I just don't believe it.

Mr. Al did not answer the question. The man scrunched his forehead, then his eyes narrowed.

"Oh, no. I mean ... sleep in one room. I moved into Mr. Al's room." After saying that vague sentence, I rushed to move the items that were not that much. Because, when I came here that day I did not bring a piece of clothing. So, my clothes are only a few pieces after Bik Sri who gave it to me.

"Excuse me, Mister. This ... My clothes will be placed where?" ask me carefully after returning to Mr. Al's room. The man was sitting on the head of the bed with a laptop on his lap.

Mr. Al looked up. His eyes looked straight at me and turned to look at the wardrobe.

"Put your clothes in the last closet. It was empty" he said.

I nodded obediently, then stepped wide towards the intended closet.

Sure enough, a cupboard this big had no contents at all. My clothes don't even fill one place there. All the things I have I made just one. After tidying things up, I closed the closet door and stood beside the bed near Mr. Al.

"Is there something you want to eat, sir?"

After our marriage took place some time ago, everything I do is now full of awkwardness. Yes, our marital status is an unclear one. In a sense, marriage is full of decency and sheer pretense. However, in my mind Mr. Al was no longer just a master I had to serve, but also a husband I had to obey.

"I'm not hungry. Are you hungry and want to eat something?" ask Mr. Al gently. The man's gaze was also no longer the intimidating sharp gaze he used to be, but rather the gentle gaze as if protecting myself as his interlocutor.

"I'm not hungry either, sir," I reply with truth.

"Then you just rest. Tomorrow we have to talk to Mama about today" she said, turning her gaze to the laptop on her lap.

"Good ... Mister." I turned around to head towards the sofa as Mr. Al's voice called out to my ear.

I turned around, looking at Mr. Al with fear. "There ... What, sir?" tanyaku carefully.

"Where are you going?" Mr. Al closed the screen on his lap, then placed it into the nightstand. "I told you to rest, didn't I?"

"Yes .. I want to rest."

"We're sleeping in this room, Ay. Although Mama does not exist, but we must get used to being together so that when meeting with Mama later do not feel awkward," explained Mr. Al at length.

"What?" asked Mr. Al with glaring eyes.

I closed my mouth with both hands. My head shook. "I'm sorry, sir," I said very sorry.

Our relationship was not a close one, until I dared to joke around with the man.

"Then, I rest first, sir," I said, asking permission with my heart.

"Where do you want to rest?" Mr. Al was still looking at me with a straight look right into my eyeball. I could feel a subtle sigh running through my blood because of the gaze Mr. Al gave it.

"I'm resting on that couch, sir."

"Sleep here. Beside me. We are one bed. I won't touch you if you're afraid I'll do anything" said Mr. Al. The man's face looked flushed like a boiled crab.

"But ... Mister." I hesitated to refuse, but also felt disinclined to sleep one bed with Mr. Al.

"I'm a cripple, I won't be able to do anything to you." His voice now sounded softly with a gaze that was now dimming. There was sadness there that I could clearly catch.

"It's not so ... Signore. I'll sleep in Mr. Al's bed. Don't think that I'm being disrespectful, yes" I said, quickly stepping into bed and crawling up to the bed.

My heart was going so fast. With a hunting breath I uncovered the blanket on the mattress and went in there covering the body to the mouth. I immediately closed my eyes when I saw Mr. Al who had changed his sitting position to lie down.

We both lay in the same position on our backs. My breath was instantly dull at this moment, it felt strange as well as something tickled my stomach.

Bizarrely. We just got to know each other. Being a husband and wife was no plan at all and I knew very little about Mr. Al's unstable emotions, but there was a warm and comfortable feeling when he got close to him.

A few minutes later, a soft snoring was heard. I turned my head and found Mr. Al who had now closed his eyes. The man had slept. I turned the position so tilted, that I could look at Mr. Al freely

While sleeping, Mr. Al's face was many times more handsome than when he woke up.

I felt the chest that was suddenly beating fast. This feeling so presumptuously slipped into my chest, creating a feeling of happiness as well as worry at one time. However, one thing that is certain that I am now feeling is that I am beginning to love this man before me. Or maybe you are in love. And, every second that feeling has been steadily growing to flowering. I hope that the flower never withers let alone dies to its roots.

A few moments later, my eyes were heavy. Slowly, the dark began to take hold of myself and I was dissolved in a dream full of happiness with Mr. Al there.