Auction Husband
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After breakfast, Mr. Al invites me to go upstairs. Our main goal is the room.

"It felt so sticky" the man complained as I closed the door.

Not wanting this ear to hear more complaints from him, I rushed to push the wheelchair into the bathroom.

After being in the bathroom, I helped Mr. Al take off his clothes. Next, of course the man took a bath himself. I just stood waiting for her to come out, after I had her clothes ready.

I immediately smiled widely when I saw Mr. Al's fresh and bright face. The beauty that multiplies anyway. This man is a creature of God who has no slit in my eyes. Perfect.

"Gapain you?" asked the man the chief who managed to make my big smile disappear.

I thumped my lips, a little grumbling in my heart. However, keep pushing the wheelchair happily up to the bed.

I deftly took the blue sea-colored sweatshirt that I had prepared, then put the shirt on Mr. Al's body. He complies. Sometimes our eyes meet. And, of course, creating this beautiful pounding inside my chest.

Once the shirt is fitted perfectly, I help Mr. Al put on his pants. There were amused and embarrassed feelings mixed into one. However, I kept holding myself back from smiling which would put myself to shame.

"Bring there!" the man said he gave orders.

"In a moment" I relaxed.

Again, I smiled broadly as an idea flashed through this head. I hurried to pick up the comb on the dresser, then combed Mr. Al's dense black hair.

"Ngapain, anyway?" the man's protest that I didn't miss at all.

"Well, it's so handsome," I said and went to leave. From the end of my eyes, I can catch that Mr. Al's face and ears are very red.

Like in the days before. I changed clothes in the bathroom. Just once I forgot to bring a change of clothes and just yesterday I took off my clothes deliberately in front of him. I feel so ashamed, though.

After changing clothes, I immediately went out of this room to the dresser.

I sat in front of the mirror, combing my back-length hair. Slowly I pulled down this thing in my hair, with occasionally these eyes staring at Mr. Al who was now sitting on the sofa in the mirror. When the man looked up and our gazes met, I immediately threw away the face. Shame at once thumping feels.

"Have you?"

That voice made me look up at the mirror. In that instant, our gazes met again there.

"What's up, Mister?" askaku.

"I want you to take me somewhere." Mr. Al keeps his cell phone in his pants pocket.

Hearing his words earlier, I changed my sitting position to face the man.

"I mean, Mister? We're gonna get out of this house." I asked really.

I was very curious and could not believe what I just heard.

"Are my words unclear?"

Instead of giving an explanation, Mr. Al asked me a question.

It was in vain that I took a shower. Sweat was back under my clothes.

My heart was pounding noisily as we got into the car. I looked back as this four-wheeled vehicle started to come out of that high gate.

I was quite curious as to where the Big Lady and her assistant Reno had gone. Since last night, I haven't seen them. I also didn't get any information whether the two people were staying over or going home? Oh, do they live together too?

I'm upset with my own thoughts that are busy taking care of other people's business. Let it go, bodo very.

"Master, I haven't seen the Madam and her assistant since morning. Where are they going?"

Apparently, what I've determined doesn't match what I'm doing. It is precisely my mouth is so presumptuous to ask the other person's business.

"Car exists. Maybe it hasn't come out yet" replied Mr. Al with a flat expression like his voice. His gaze remained straight ahead, without looking at me while speaking. We sat next to each other in the back passenger seat.

I took a short breath and then just oh. Then, my head turned to the side of the window, coinciding with the speed of this four-wheeled vehicle on the highway.

If all I saw was silence with a view of the trees, now I can see the traffic of a crowded and quite crowded vehicle. We stopped because the red light was on at the intersection.

I thought for a moment. Does Mr Al not suspect that I escaped while going with him now?

I looked at the man. Apparently, he was closing his eyes. From here, I could see his face from the side with the jakun occasionally going up and down. Yes, I became anxious myself because of that man. Better, my head turned back to the window. It would be safer if my eyes saw another scene as long as not the man next to me. I can, I have an impromptu heart disease.

I glanced in shock as the car turned into the parking lot of this huge hospital. Then, I immediately looked at Mr. Al with a questionable gaze. If only, Mr. Al would explain to me why you're here.

I have to hold back because Mr. Al doesn't speak anything. As soon as the car stopped, the man took me down. The driver painstakingly helped Mr. Al move into his wheelchair.

"Where are we going, sir?" ask me in the end. Just hold yourself still.

"Just shut up and follow wherever I go" he said firmly.

Mr. Al's words were also like an affirmation to me that I should follow wherever he went. Without objection and without rejection. Anyway, it should be according.

"Later, don't ask anything and don't comment anything. Understood?"

"Good, Sir." I replied with a obedient nod.

"Hold a little bit of your chatty nature."

What say? I'm chatty. Why is this guy talking about the truest thing in the world about me?

I opened my lips, but I felt no pain in his words.

Mr. Al contacted someone who seemed like they had made an appointment. As he said, I must remain silent without commenting. Although, for God's sake! I'm very curious.

Next, we entered the room. There a doctor was waiting with two nurses.

"How's Alvarez doing? Nice to see you again" said the man.