Auction Husband
A Wife

My body trembled as I took off the dress that was attached to the body. For a moment, I looked up to see if the man was looking at me or not. Oh, apparently the two manics who had gazes as sharp as eagle eyes were looking at me.

My face instantly heated up with a beating heart that hammered on the defense. The roar was very loud, like a drum that was shot during a war.

"Let Bibik help."

I forgot that there was someone else in the room. My attention was too focused only on him who was looking at me.

My eyes blinked slowly, our eyes still met and locked each other in the air. Then, the touch made by Bik Sri on my shoulder managed to restore myself to tread the earth. Because, a few minutes ago this body seemed to float in the air with him who was also looking at me sharply.

For a moment, I even forgot that I was living on earth. Not living alone with Mr. Al. Oh, Ayna's. What are you imagining exactly?

"Na," called Bik Sri and the voice managed to jolt my consciousness.

I'm excited, embarrassed to be caught daydreaming. Duh, don't let these two people also know that I'm thinking the truth. Oops. What, the hell, Ayna? It feels like this hand is itching to want to shake its own head.

I turned my head, giving a smile as sweet as possible to Bik Sri who was now looking at me. It seems, he is also waiting for a response from me.

I spread my hands so that Bik Sri could easily remove the dress from my body. Then, both of my knees seemed to turn into jelly when this dress had completely dropped from the body, lying on the cold floor.

My eyes kept glancing at Mr. Al whom I had not heard his voice at all. A second later, my eyelids were immediately closed tightly when it caught both eyes of Mr. Al glaring like a shock.

"Bik, hurry!" my door was solemn with a stifled voice. Unfortunately, due to the nervous effect of the sound coming out of my mouth also sounded hoarse and trembling.

"Yes," Bik Sri replied and asked me to raise my legs so that the dress under my feet was easy to take.

I comply. Realizing that my body was half-naked in front of Mr. Al, I immediately closed everything I could with both hands.

Again, the edge of my eyes glanced at the man sitting beside the bed. His face turned to the side with his eyes closed. I breathed a bit of relief because Mr. Al wanted to refrain from seeing me who was with this disrespectful appearance.

A few minutes later, I was in my second dress. Bik Sri also asked how Mr. Al thought about my appearance. At that moment, Mr. Al looked at me.

I can catch a thin smile on his handsome face. He nodded once, then said confidently, "This is it."

And, like getting a lottery. I'm relieved to be amazing. I don't care if my appearance is actually really good or not. The most important thing for me now is to be free from trying on a dress.

I asked Bik Sri to let go of my dress sooner.

When it was all over, what Mr. Al said next just made me lose the strength to do anything else.

"You helped me take a shower and change my clothes."

In fact, usually Mr. Al will shower himself. I held my breath hearing her words just now.

"Bik Sri please come out!' decisively.

My hands are outstretched to hold Bik Sri and ask her for help. But what he said made me go crazy.

"It's appropriate that you bathe Mr. Al. You're his wife now," he said, then stepped out of the room.

"Sir, usually takes a bath by himself, right?" ask me at once so that the man is aware of what he asks.

"No problem" she replied.

It's a problem, sir. So trouble. However, every word I wanted to say was only able to resonate in the head. It's so annoying.

The first thing I did was take off Mr. Al's shirt. Oh, this is how it managed to make me die a flea. What about the others?

My eyes were tightly closed. In fact, when I flushed the body of the man sitting in the closet. My eyes are still closed. So was when I rubbed the soap and rinsed it. How dare my eyes this enjoy the beautiful sculpture in front. Not-time. Hehe.

I had to breathe as much air as possible to replenish the depleted air supply in my lungs. Right now I feel free from torture.

As soon as Mr. Al was about to change clothes, I immediately ran into the bathroom. I took a shower with my clothes on my body. A few minutes later, I came out. Mr. Al has been busy with his reading books. His eyes glanced at a glance then refocused on what he was reading.

"Quickly change clothes, soon the person who will be putting on your makeup will come," he said without looking at me. His eyes were still focused on what he was holding.

"That's ...." I hesitate to say the word.

All the dresses in the room had vanished from sight. Seems to have been tidied up by the waiter.

"Mama's coming over for dinner. I want you to look like Alvarez's wife."

I swallowed hearing that explanation. I already know if Madam Sekar will be here. What I don't realize is why the time seems so fast. I haven't had lunch either.

"Quick change clothes, soon the waiter comes to bring lunch. We'll just eat in the room."

Oh so this is what it's like to be Mr. Al's wife. It is good to have lunch in the room.

"Good, Sir." I nodded steadily, not wanting to impress myself this refuted what Mr. Al said.

I immediately changed clothes in the bathroom. When we got out, our lunch was on the table. Mr. Al had sat down on the sofa first.

I rushed over and immediately picked up lunch for her.

We eat in silence. Every now and then my eyes glanced at Mr. Al who was enjoying his meal. And, at that moment Mr. Al was glancing at me. Ces. Like there's ice water pouring down your heart. His gaze made me shiver with nervousness.

I hurriedly lowered my head to hide the hot face.

A few minutes later, we finished eating. And when the waiter picked up the cutlery in the room, he conveyed that the makeup artist had arrived at this mansion.

"Send him to come up here. Wait in the middle room. Later you come here again, bring my wife's dress to the living room" Mr. Al gave the order.

And what I'm with from Mr. Al's words makes my face hotter. What did he say just now? My wife?

It felt, there was no most beautiful word I had heard all this time other than that word that came out from Mr. Al's mouth.

My wife's.

It felt like my life was enough with just that word coming out of his mouth.

I smile.

"What are you doing?" asked Mr. Al to throw away my beautiful daydream.

The waiter has come out of this room. Just leave us alone. And I felt even more nervous when we were alone.