Auction Husband
Perverted Ghosts

After dinner, Mr. Al went back to his room first. While I chose to help clean the dining table. It was fortunate that the man gave permission, so that I could work more calmly. Anyway, I also miss Sri Bus.

These few days, this self is busy with Mr. Al's therapy business which makes me and Bik Sri do not have time to just chat casually as usual.

Meanwhile, Madam Sekar had already returned to her room. Three nights she slept in this house. As for Reno, the great mistress' assistant, I don't know where the limb is. Not my business either, anyway.

"Bik, where is Madam Sekar's house, anyway?" In the end I couldn't help myself from this curiosity.

Bik Sri stopped the activity of washing the dishes and then turned her head briefly towards me.

"Lumayan is far from here, Na. In their former home, it was indeed Mrs Sekar's ration," he explained which I replied with a nod of the head. "What's wrong?"

"I'm curious, but sometimes I come here. Sometimes it goes away for a few days. I thought maybe Madam went where it was, it turned out that she had her own home. You see, if this is his house it might not be easy for him to just sell." I explained my analysis at length.

Bik Sri chuckled softly while shaking her head. Feeling funny maybe or feeling amused at the expression on my fiery face while explaining to him.

"This is, right, indeed Mr. Al's home, Na. From grandfather. Mrs Sekar has nothing to do with this house."

"Oh, that. Then if for example this house wants to be sold, how is the story, Bik?" ask me again with the curiosity that peaked.

"Yes, I don't know. The proof, Mr. Al does not approve, right, instead choose you who he married," said the middle-aged woman later.

"Yes too, anyway." I nodded repeatedly.

"Lagain, Mr. Al's last few years have been a mess. You know for yourself how you first met him. Mr. Al is always on the rampage and does not want to meet the light. Now that's about to change, that's also because of you, Na."

My cheeks were hot hearing Bik Sri's explanation. My lips are pinched, keeping a smile that wants to crack wide.

"Eat, Na. You must continue to hang on beside Mr. Al. Don't leave him-"

"If Mr Al leaves me, what about you, Bik?" tanyaku.

To be honest, I can't imagine how I could live my life without Mr. Al in it.

"If Bibik's feeling is, Mr. Al won't leave us, Na. His look had already said everything. Mr. Al is also of equal concern to you-"

"Bibik nag free," as fast. I have no power to hear his words. Because the shadow of what I and Mr. Al have done while in the therapy room used to be spinning again.

"Your face why is it so red?" Bik Sri's eyes narrowed and then smiled meaningfully.

"What the hell, Bik? Nothing," I'm ashamed of shame.

"There's also nothing at all times, Na. You are also a couple of husband and wife. It's legitimate, "he replied reminding me of my status with Mr. Al.

"Here you go, Bik, don't talk about it. Even going anywhere. Bibik just continue washing the dishes," I said then deliberately avoided this conversation.

"For you, Na," the head of Bik Sri. Then, he turned back to face the sink and continued to wash the dishes.

I chuckle softly. Anyway, Bik Sri again work even I disturb it instead of being helped.

"Mister Al's relationship with Mrs Sekar how is it, anyway, Bik?" ask me in the end.

"Later, Bibik's work will be finished again," he said did not want to be disturbed.

I was willing to wait while helping Bik Sri arrange the dishes that had been rinsed into the closet after I had wiped dry.

"Their relationship is so. Warm, but also cold. Since the Great Lord died, Mr. Al and Mrs Sekar have rarely communicated until Mr. Al's current situation only in the last few years has Madam been here often and take care of Mr. Al's needs." Bik Seru clucked slowly. "This is how painful it is, really, grubby like this?"

"Yes, just so. Their relationship cannot be explained" he said firmly.

I-i understand. After feeling that the time is getting night, I also say goodbye to Bik Sri to return to the room.

I don't know why this step actually continues to tread to the very end of the hallway. I was wondering if this night in this lonely hallway was something creepy.

Rooms were sealed shut. I'm also sure that some of these rooms are rarely occupied. There was one room whose door was slightly open.

In the dimness of the night because the lights here have been turned off. I also intend to close the door tightly.

I never thought about what I saw, it made me shocked. Coupled with a flare - the sound of mutual sighing that makes me creep.

Damn, this step instead of immediately moving away is getting closer. The sound became more and more clear and terrifying in my ears. However, my eyes also glared sharply at whatever was inside there. Through the slit of the door, I saw an indecent apparition.

"Again, Reno, again ...."

"Yes .. yes, this ... this ...."

Good Lord! I was really creepy and disgusted.

"More in ...."

I was not strong, my eyes instantly closed and as fast as lightning I turned around. Running with a gasp of breath towards Mr. Al's room.

The sighting just now was like an adult film that should have been censored. Unfortunately my brain is getting rewound.

"damaged. Broken. This brain is broken." I keep grumbling.

"What's broken?"

That question surprised me. "Sir, are you here?" ask me with a breath.

"Where should I go? This is my room," the man sat up with a probing look. "Where are you so bored?"

I wave. Oh my goodness! That disgusting shadow is back dancing on this head. The contant of this hand hits the head repeatedly, hoping that what is thought is soon lost.

"Why are you?" ask Mr. Al again in a higher tone.

"That's, sir .. there's a ghost," I replied. Perverted ghost.

"Where are the ghosts in this house. The one, the ghost is afraid of you" said the man.

"Yes, too, why don't I just flutter it's the ghost."

I just woke up. The day after, instead of running, I had to hit two humans who were doing indecent acts in this house.

Just delicious them. Me and Mr. Al who are obviously married have not done what they did. While they were even good at doing the deed and managed to damage my brain.

"Have slept there! Let your brain get a little sane."

"Yes, Sir." I looked down and crawled into the bed.

As I was about to break down, Mr. Al's voice came back and it made me shake in shame.

"Heh, slovenly. Brush your teeth first, change your clothes first."