Auction Husband
Human Desire

This morning, I woke up cheerful and in high spirits. Like a cell phone, I am a phone whose battery has been charged to the full one hundred percent. Either because of my wish this morning, or because of the kiss I stole last night. I don't know which part is the most dominant. Obviously, both of those things had a huge effect on my mood this morning. As if, the problems I faced and I heard last night were meaningless.

After preparing breakfast, I rushed to help Mr. Al get ready. I'm so glad the man agreed to my proposal for a morning walk.

"Hope will be after the road" he said, which I nodded immediately without objection.

Outside, the atmosphere is so cool. Pretty good location of this house that is far from the highway. The air in this morning has not been contaminated by the smoke of motor vehicles, because it can only be counted fingers of the vehicle passing in this area.

"Sir Al has lived in this house for a long time?" I asked while still pushing Mr. Al's wheelchair.

"It's grandfather's house."

The answer Mr. Al gave me amazed. This is a hereditary heritage house.

"That means it's been a long time, huh? Heritage house," I said emphasizing.

"Hm." Mr. Al only muttered in response. No more saying a word.

"Observations of my parents' house. The only treasure I have," my great-grandson closed his eyes for a moment. Then these eyelids open again. I inhaled as much of this cool morning air as possible, filling my lungs to relieve my chest.

"Will you tell me about your little story?" I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Nothing special" the man replied shortly.

He didn't want to tell me about his childhood. Who knows why it only further provokes my curiosity. However, I refrained from asking her story today. Maybe, someday. And I'm sure this man will tell me everything. Everything was. Without anything being covered up by it anymore.

"Master wants to lower his legs? Feeling the cold grass here?" I asked him to offer something we had never done.

"I'm happy with your presumptuous nature," he said, which made my voice growl.

I smiled faintly, realizing that maybe today was not the right time for me to begin therapy on Mr. Al's feet. Maybe one day and tomorrow I will try again.

In fact, the hope that I pinned is what became the strength and gave encouragement for me to live the day. And apparently, not for Mr. Al.

Mr. Al has no reason to recover. It seemed, he indeed no longer had any hope that could give him spirit. I'm sad for what he's been through.

"Master wants something?" ask me to divert the conversation.

"I want to sit on that bench." Mr. Al pointed to a long bench that was placed under a lush catapult tree.

I helped Mr. Al stand up and move to that long bench. Then I asked her permission to sit next to him. I was delighted when Mr. Al gave me permission.

That morning we enjoyed the morning air in silence. Sit on a long bench while breathing fresh air. As the sun began to shine brightly and deliver warmth in the body, Mr. Al invited me in.

Is Mr Al still afraid of the light of the world? He was afraid that his dark world would be wiped out and he was also afraid of facing a reality that was incompatible with reality. I felt pain when I remembered that.

I'm shaking. Although I can feel the sweat that soaks the forehead and body. His fairly heavy body managed to make my breath sting. But I can't complain. Supposedly, I had more time to exercise so that my body was strong to support Mr. Al's weight.

"Of course not, sir. I'm never tired of serving Mr. Al." I replied with a big smile. I wish I could hide my tiredness in front of that man.

Who would have thought if the answer I gave just made Mr. Al laugh out loud. His laughter was so loose that it rubbed off on me and I laughed too. It feels so happy for me.

If I hadn't known a while ago what happiness is. No longer feeling happy. Taku also has a reason that makes me happy. Right now, I know this man is the reason my smile is as wide as a newly blooming flower. This man will continue to be my reason for happiness.

If a few hours ago I heard the wishes of the rich. Now, this poor man has his own desires. I want to keep seeing this guy happy, smile wide and I am a reason for him to laugh. It's as simple as the dream I have right now.

Yeah, in fact. They and I have a desire. Only the form of his desire is different. They are rich people who continue to want wealth, never even satisfied with what they already have. While I am this, it is enough to have Mr. Al. So for me, I already have the world with it.

"Your mouth says not tired. But look at that tired-looking face of yours. Don't lie to me, Ay."

Mr. Al's words returned my focus to the man after thinking about many things. Does he have the same dream as me? If only ....

"Is the Master tired?" I pushed the wheelchair back home.

"Not yet."

"Lord alone is tired, but accuses me of being exhausted," I quipped and chuckled softly.

From now on I will try to be relaxed and pretentious to this man.

"Maha." He laughed again until I grinned.

"Did you feel insinuated to laugh so?" The laughter disappeared like the wind. "I'm sorry if Mr. Al is sindered. But I did it intentionally. I intentionally insinuate Mr."

I chuckle softly. And my race suddenly felt so relieved when I heard Mr. Al chuckling softly.

I pushed him into the house and asked him to wash his hands. Mr. Al reluctantly went up to the floor of his room. He wants to eat breakfast immediately.

"I'm so hungry. My energy ran out because you were insinuating, Ay," he said with a slanted smile.

I shook my head repeatedly, then rushed to get the basin I filled with tap water. Then, ask him to wash his hands. While I rubbed his hand in the water and dried it with a towel.

Next, I returned the basin to the kitchen and was immediately greeted by Bik Sri.

"The face of Mr. Al is bright" Bik Sri said with a big smile to comment.

I looked over and found Mr. Al smiling. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other.

Bik Sri said. Mr. Al's face looked cheerful. And the joy on his face rubbed off on us.