Auction Husband
Fretfulness

I blinked my eyes and immediately jumped out of bed when I heard a soft snoring sound. My eyes glared in disbelief as I found a man sleeping on the bed tilted to face me.

I turned to the left and to the right, regaining consciousness in order to think clearly.

Oh, I remember. Last night I slept in Mr. Al's bed.

"Oh, my goodness!" pekikku. I felt my body, my eyes peeling at the clothes I was wearing. Is that what changed? Is there a button that is released or not?

I just exhaled a sigh of relief when I found that I was still wearing full clothes. There's nothing wrong with me.

So, did we do nothing last night? Mr Al really didn't touch me?

Why does it feel like someone's pinching my chest? I was a little disappointed that nothing happened between us.

I took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly through my mouth. That's a powerful way to calm the mind.

I sat on the bedside, then turned to Mr. Al who was still sleeping on the bed. My hand moved in front of his face, making sure that the man was still asleep.

There's no movement. The snoring voice was still, I could hear it.

I smiled happily. In this way, I can freely look at Mr. Al's beautiful face. Her nose was pointed, her lips were slightly opened like it looked very sexy. Can I kiss you anyway? Uh

I giggled amusedly alone realizing the silliness of what I imagined. How dare I am.

For a moment I was stunned to see Mr. Al's lips form a thin arch. What dream did this handsome master have until he smiled while sleeping like this?

Slowly, my hands stretched out. My index finger touched his cheek slowly. Her skin is so soft. Then, the curiosity that increasingly tickled the chest usher this fingers to continue to feel up to the sturdy jaw, feel the ticklish prick of the thin sideburns on the beautiful face. Again, I giggle amusedly.

Not content to get there, I traced Mr. Al's sexy lips. Then it crept into his nose that was as sharp as that slide.

I'm sure, if Mr. Al has children, his children will be very adorable.

Ugh, so curious about the appearance of Mr. Al when he was a baby until his childhood. Better, I'll ask Bik Sri for a childhood photo tomorrow.

After being satisfied playing with the surface of the most perfect sculpture, my eyes again felt heavy. My mouth was wide. Then, it cannot be prevented drowsiness in the eyelids. I too fell asleep and fell into the dream world.

I don't know until what time I finally woke up. My eyes opened when I felt a warm breath coming down my face. So felt plus masculine fragrance that spoils my sense of smell.

"Mr Al," my great-grandson after realizing who the man sleeping beside me was.

The man in front of me nodded slowly. However, his eyelids were still tightly closed. He's still sleeping well, isn't he?

I stroked her thick black hair. There was a tingling sensation that I felt all the way to my stomach. Wracked by curiosity, my head came closer to wanting to smell the hair of the man in front. However, I have not had the lobe of my nose reached the dense hair of Mr. Al, the eyelids of the man first open.

"What are you doing?" asked Mr. Al with a heavy sound typical wake up his inexplicably sound very sexy in the ear.

My heart was beating ungodly. Instead of staying away, I just flinch on the spot. Instantly, my eyelids were tightly closed with my lips folded inwards.

"What do you want? Get your hands off my head" the man said.

I'm not surprised. And then, immediately keep the head away. Damn, my hand just pulled that thick hair.

"Aw! You're going to kill me ha?!" the man's cry is obvious if he is in pain.

Oh no! It's called persecution.

"Sorry, Sir. Sorry," I said in guilt. I gently rubbed Mr. Al's head by blowing slowly.

"Easy-after. You smell everywhere" the protest was obvious if you didn't like what I was doing.

I clenched both lips. Sure enough, I haven't even brushed my teeth this morning.

Ha's? What time is it now?

I patted the forehead. Then immediately rolled away from Mr. Al, then got off the bed. Unfortunately, my body movements are very slow. I fell to the floor uncontrollably.

"Aw!" pekikku.

"Bas reckless," the man sneered, then there was a wide laughter Mr. Al bouncing in this spacious room.

"I'm sorry, sir, I seem to have misfortune," I said then after standing perfectly.

I bowed, nodding repeatedly as a form of my apology.

"After that, go to the kitchen to make breakfast for me" he said, waving his hand.

"What breakfast do you want to make this morning?" I asked politely with the face I put on as gracious as possible.

"Susu with bread only. I don't want to eat weird" she told me.

"Then, fine, sir. I will do it soon. Excuse me for going to the kitchen to make breakfast for Mr. Al-"

"Yes. Scribbles! No need for most opening words. Go there!" push him that I obey.

I walked quickly out of the room. Oh, I forgot to wash my face and brush my teeth. Ah, stupid really. The important thing is that Mr. Al's breakfast can be prepared immediately.

Arriving in the kitchen, I immediately got a sharp glare from Bik Sri. The woman even looked at me from the top of her hair to the tip of her foot.

"What the hell is it, Bik?" aska.

"You haven't had a bath, Ay? Not shampooing yet?" ask her with a look of disbelief.

"Where's the problem? I wake up, and Mr. Al asks for breakfast. Yes I'm here right away, Bik, make breakfast before Mr. Al goes hungry," my room is long.

"So, you guys haven't done the first night's ritual yet?" ask Bik Sri again. It sounds like he was really curious about what we were doing last night.

"What is the first night ritual?" aska I want to know. However, a second later I realized the stupidity of my question.

"Emm, no need to answer. Not important," prevent me then passed leaving Bik Sri who looked at me with a meaningful gaze.

I choose to immediately complete my duties as Mr. Al's first wife. Preparing her husband's breakfast was a very pleasant job.

Unknowingly, I hummed slowly enjoying my first task.

"Well, Bibik knows what has changed from you after being the wife of Mr. Alvarez" said Bik Sri, who suddenly stopped baking bread.

I looked back, looking back at the old woman. "What, Bik?" manya curious.

"You're more chatty" he replied, chuckling softly.