Auction Husband
Sad Woman

The atmosphere in this room felt very tense. Moreover, when I saw Mr. Al who was looking at Madame Soraya with a cold look and a hard face. Apparently, the man was offended by what his mother said.

"Don't you say that Ayna would be my wife and own this house?" ask Mr. Al cynically. "I'm just following what Mama's planning."

I lost my appetite. My stomach is very hungry.

I feel that the dance that I did for two centuries was in vain, because it has been dandan as beautiful as this we just enjoy the creepy atmosphere instead of enjoying the dish. I refrained from clucking in annoyance, it would be unpleasant to be heard by this man sitting beside me.

"You know best what Mama's words mean, Al," replied Mrs Sekar. His face looked serious.

A second later, the air around me suddenly turned to ice and froze my bones. The look of Mrs Sekar's eyes was on me. His eyes stared intently, as if ready to tear my whole body apart.

I remember what he said at that time. How he'll make me a street dog if he leaves this house.

My hair goesosebumps when I remember myself leaving this house with the help of Mr. Al. And as it turned out, Madam Sekar could find me and bring me back here.

Is that why he looks so hateful to me now?

Mr. Al's dehaman managed to melt the ice that almost made my brain freeze as well.

Mrs Sekar's gaze turned to Mr. Al. His eyes narrowed as if he was researching the expression the man showed.

"Don't tell me you're interested in that pathetic woman? He has even deceived you by paying off his home debt before his trial time is successful."

Madam Sekar's voice managed to make me truly a pitiful woman.

"I just want him to immediately pay his debts that are due" said Mr. Al flat. He put the spoon into the bowl, not to bribe the food again. Then, his hand pushed the bowl forward.

The big madam had managed to dispel Mr. Al's appetite. In fact, the man needs a lot of intake so that his body is immediately healthy. Does the big madam not know if this Mr Al is still in a sick state?

I bit my inner lip. My hands clenched tightly, feeling annoyed by myself for not having the courage to say a word as a defense against Mr. Al in the presence of the woman.

"Then now you are risking what you have for the sake of choosing this pitiful woman?" cynical Lady Sekar.

"Stop saying that Ayna is a pathetic woman. He's not that sad, Ma," protested Mr. Al not accept.

My chest expanded with a warm feeling of hearing the defense from the man. This is the umpteenth time he defended me while praising me. I promise I will do the same thing later, when my courage has accumulated a lot.

"You've always defended him. Even letting her go just like that and now .. without a second thought marry that woman."

Madam Sekar spoke at will, as if the person they were talking about was not here. Well, apparently this is the style of the rich man. Damn, I can only curse in my heart without daring to make a sound. It is true that the madam said that I am a pathetic woman.

This endless debate is no longer continuing. More precisely, Mr. Al who no longer returned his stepmother's words, maybe he was tired. Because Mr. Al asked me to take him to the room.

"I don't care about the treasure anymore. Just do as you please" Mr. Al said before we left the large dining room.

"Mama hasn't finished talking to you, Al. You have to immediately expel the woman and we immediately do the auction plan as planned. You mustn't miss this golden opportunity-"

"I won't just die because that inheritance is my right. Mama won't be able to do anything with the treasure," Tuan Al's great-granddaughter muttered indistinctly.

"Do you need anything? Just ate a little, you're definitely not full." I tried to melt this uncomfortable atmosphere.

"Can you cook me rawon?"

"Rawon didn't want to?"

Our eyes met for a few seconds. And I, it seems, am addicted to looking at that beautiful bead of his eyes. I felt like I was diving in the depths of a lake at night. Cold, warm and dark. That's how I describe Mr. Al's eyes now. Not as sharp as an eagle as usual. Now it's more fun.

"I want a new one. Made you."

Mr. Al's voice sounded gentle and demanding at one time. I felt like I was being seduced by the sound as well as the look in his eyes. In that case, who can refuse Mr Al's request? Me? Oh, of course, I will not refuse any request of the man.

I'm nodding. After asking permission to change clothes first and help Mr. Al take off his clothes, I immediately prepared Mr. Al's change of clothes after that then stepped quickly towards the kitchen.

Downstairs is pretty quiet. The dishes on the table have also been cleaned. Quite dexterous is also how the servants work in this house.

I walked slowly towards the food storage and then immediately prepared what I needed to make rawon. In less than an hour, Mr. Al's favorite meal has also been made. I moved it to the bell bowl, put it on top of the tray and prepared to bring it to the room. Mr. Al must have been waiting.

As I was about to reach the stairs, I heard a strange sound accompanied by friendly whispers. At that instant, my hair was goosebumps. Fear rules my heart. Are there inhabitants in this house of other creatures?

Supposedly, I ran up the stairs to get to the top floor immediately. But my mind is not in accordance with my heart. The curiosity of the ghosts that may be floating in this house is also very large. I turned around, left the stairs to find out where the source of the sound was.

"Yes, I'm very upset with him."

The voice was getting clearer. Like the voice of Mrs Sekar, but her tone is very different. It's very gently licking in the ear.

"Don't think about it anymore" replied another voice. Male voice.

Who exactly are these people?

I'm still trying to figure out where they're hiding.

"Or ... We just eliminate that useless paralyzed man?"

My lips were tightly clenched with slick eyes. Who does that man mean as a paralyzed man? Is that Mr Al?

"Don't, I still need his name and signature. That damn guy didn't let me take control of his property."

Furthermore, there was no more conversation I heard from them other than a decapitation sound. It seems they are ....

I'm shaking. Then, I turned around, stopped to see who the two people were. Better to see Mr. Al soon.