Auction Husband
Very Beautiful

In accordance with what Mr. Al had ordered, I went straight to the living room. Two women were waiting for my arrival.

I sat in the single seat and the two women took out their combat tools. Oh, that's a lot of makeup stuff. I gulped my hard-earned saliva so nervous.

I closed my eyes as they began to apply makeup. My head is leaning against the back of the chair. Well, in the long run like this, I'm sure my head won't be able to return to its original position.

Thank goodness not long after, I was asked to return with the position as before. I think this neck is sore.

"Still a long time, brother?" manya curious.

"A little while, Madam."

The woman's words were hard enough to make me choke on my own saliva. What did he say just now? Madame. I didn't expect to be called that. And because of my cough, I also have to sit in a longer position, because there are parts in the face that must be repaired.

I exhaled a sigh. They obey whatever they command, like a prisoner.

After working for about two hours. Finally, the officer finished putting on my face. They helped me stand up, then put on the dress that Mr. Al had chosen. No need to wait long, I have prepared for dinner with Mrs Sekar.

Mr. Al came out of the room. Looks like the guy wants to make sure I'm ready? Or maybe, he was about to ascertain what kind of face this woman he had married after being dressed.

I turned around, and now our gazes met each other. Like when I saw the change of clothes earlier, Mr. Al's gaze looked straight like an eagle that found the target of its prey.

I looked down deeply, hiding my hot face as well as the feeling of shame that had taken hold of me. Instantly, my confidence dropped. I'm afraid that my appearance is not to the liking of Mr. Al.

"How, Old man ? Do you like the way your wife looks?" ask one of the two officers.

"That's pretty. I like it."

I looked up, staring in disbelief at what Mr. Al had said. What did he say just now? Real pretty.

The air around me turned hot. I turned, exhaling repeatedly to cool my face. My heart is pounding too.

"Yes, Sir. The mistress did look very pretty with her natural dress and makeup," the woman said.

"The lady was beautiful from there. Just polished a little, her beauty immediately radiates bright," continued the other woman.

Mr. Al chuckles softly. I turned to look at his handsome face. It turns out true, when the man smiled the good looks he had increased so many times.

"All right then. Please come out!"

Without saying thank you, Mr. Al threw the two women away at will. Herannya, they just nodded obediently and immediately cleaned up the messy makeup equipment. The two asked for permission to leave immediately. They also said that it was great to be able to serve this family. Very polite.

"You can get me a suit in the closet. Just pick the right one." Mr. Al's words shifted my mind.

I blinked then nodded obediently. Without asking, I immediately went into the room. My hands deftly chose the clothes Tun Al would wear. It feels so good to be able to choose clothes like this.

After getting a suitable one, I immediately approached Mr. Al who was now in the room. It seems, Mr. Al is waiting for me.

I smile at the smile. This feeling of pleasure I cannot hide. This feeling I felt was too overflowing in this chest.

I opened my mouth to say a word of praise when Mr. Al first said, "Let's hurry! We have to wait for Mama in the living room. Welcome to Mama's arrival."

I nodded obediently. The words I wanted to say were swallowed back in my throat. Yes, it is better to focus on what we are going to do now.

I hurried to push Mr. Al's wheelchair out of the room to the elevator to go downstairs. There was no conversation between us as long as we were locked inside this iron box. After the clanking sound rang out, the iron door opened. I pushed the wheelchair back, got out and headed for the living room.

A few minutes waiting, a woman in elegant clothes entered the living room.

"Remember your position and our charade" whispered Mr. Al warning.

"Yes, sir," I said. In this moment, it was like someone was pinching my heart.

I should have realized that what Mr. Al is doing to me right now is nothing more than for the sake of waging our revenge. Don't expect anything more if you feel like you're the mistress of this house. Madam Al really just being a charade.

"Good night, Ma," said Mr. Al in a flat tone.

"Night. You've been waiting," replied Mrs Sekar and smiled kindly. For some reason, I felt that there was something that the woman was hiding. The smile she gave off was like a fake smile.

Not too long later, the man I met first in this house also became the man who drove you back to this house and came to us. The man's clothes also looked very neat and luxurious. Reno smiled at a glance then stared intently at Mr. Al.

Right now, I can feel the war between the three people. Unknowingly, my hand clutched tightly onto Mr. Al's wheelchair handle.

"We better eat right away. Mama must be tired" said Mr. Al and asked me to push his wheelchair into the dining room.

On the large dining table there have been various foods that I think are very luxurious and delicious. This looks like redundancy. This much food would not be possible for the three of us to spend, right?

"Please sit down, Ma," said Mr. Al. He sat in his wheelchair.

Madam Sekar nodded once, then sat down on the dining chair after Reno who first pulled the chair for her.

While I was, sitting opposite Madam Sekar. The atmosphere felt really stressful for me.

Next, I take the plate for Mr. Al. However, the man said that he did not want to eat rice. He just wants to eat rawon.

The waiter took food for Madam Sekar. The woman also did not want to eat rice, only choosing to eat vegetables.

Maybe this is the food of the rich. Rarely eat rice. I was confused what to eat.

I turned my head when I heard the sound of footsteps moving away from the dining table. Apparently, Reno's gone. I really want this man to stay here and eat with us. But who am I? So I let the man disappear from sight.

"You really prefer this poor woman over an offer, Mama, Al?"

I choked on the fruit I was breathing when I heard Mrs Sekar's question.