Auction Husband
Big News

I'm kicking cheerfully putting together dishes at the dinner table. Everyone is leaving today. It was just me and the servants in this big house.

"Everything is ready, Na," Bik Sri said.

I nodded and then went to the bathroom to take a shower and change clothes. Thirty minutes later, I had prepared to wait for Mr. Al's arrival with his assistant. Hm, what was his name?

Sam .. yes, his name is Sam.

I had been sitting in this living room for an hour, waiting for the two men to arrive. However, until the clock had pointed to the number five, there had not been any sightings of the two men coming.

This dinner will be a little different. Because the food I prepared from noon must have cooled down.

I better warm it up again.

I got up from the chair, as I was about to step into the kitchen, the sounds were heard in my ears. I turned my head, and it was not long before two men entered from the main door.

A tired face looms in the handsome face of Mr. Al, but he still looks charming. Unlike the man who stepped behind him, Sam seemed to move his neck several times to the left and to the right.

I'm guessing, something stressful happened at the company.

Oh, hold on. There's something different about Mr. Al.

"Lho, sir, aren't you in a wheelchair anymore? Don't pretend to be paralyzed anymore, do you? Already gone public?" I realized when I realized that Mr. Al was walking on his feet. No more wheelchairs.

"What? Go public all," protested the man with a red face.

"Yes, yesterday was a secret. Now the real road. Means it has been announced that Mr. Al is healthy wal Afiat. Healthy body and soul," I reply at length.

Behind Mr. Al, sounds amused. Sam looked down and covered his face.

"Pantesan the boss at home. I've got a charmer anyway," seduced Sam with a joke. Then, he laughed out loud.

I grimaced to see the man's behavior. This is the second time we met, usually Mr. Al only mentioned the name of the man by phone. Turns out, he's hilarious and exciting too.

I smiled awkwardly as well, and giggled just like that when I saw Mr. Al clapping his head.

"Stop flirting with me and Ayna" said Mr. Al.

"Aw! Boss, yes .. yes, sorri." Sam grimaced, displaying his white teeth. However, I could see if there was no regret at all on his face. Because, then the ringisan turned into a wide smile.

"Let's eat us!" invite me then who was immediately approved by a frenzy by Sam.

"What a coincidence, I'm so hungry, Ay--"

It wasn't over the man spoke when he heard him scream again.

"sick, Boss. What the hell? this domestic violence," he lamented.

I also wonder why other people should not just call my name. As for him, calling me by that name.

"Yes .. yes, Na. Let's go eat. I was starving.very hungry," he lamented and walked past us both. "Bik Sri! Ask to eat dong!" he called the waiter in this house.

I was about to follow Sam's steps, but was restrained because Mr. Al blocked my wrist. I turned towards our hands as I felt his grip go down to the palm of my hand. Mr. Al clasped tightly, then slipped his fingers between my fingers. It feels ... certainly thrilling.

"Guide me to the room first yuk! I'm gonna change my clothes. Sultry," he asked with a voice and a gentle look.

"But, Sam-"

"Let's just him. It is common for him to come here, and already familiar with the residents of this house," interrupted Mr. Al quickly.

"Oh yeah?"

I finally complied. We walked with hands that were interlocked.

"Yes. Samuel kept Boby here a lot, a long time ago. Before I had an accident. Early after that still often here, but ... some time I just know that Mama forbid them to visit," explained Mr. Al who makes me confused.

"Why?" my question then turned to look at Mr. Al who was also staring at me.

I just realized, if you do not climb into the elevator but climb the stairs one by one.

"I know less too. But, I think now that the existence of the two men could have made the spirit of my life back better, so they were banned from Mama here. You know for yourself until you finally come here and settle down." Mr. Al raises his shoulders.

Do I also settle in your heart, Mr Al?

I looked up when I realized Mr. Al opened the door. Then, he released our hand link. Why does it feel unwilling?

"I'm getting a change of clothes, sir," I said in a soft voice.

I immediately put Mr. Al's briefcase on the table, then rushed towards the wardrobe to pick up his change of clothes. Blue dongker shorts and sweatshirts are my choice.

I waited for Mr. Al by sitting on the bedside. My hand stroked Mr. Al's clothes slowly which I prepared. Will I be forever preparing these clothes? Or, the time I have is running out. Because, Mr. Al is healthy and can move as usual. That means, he doesn't need a nurse let alone a wife on paper right now.

Mr. Al cleared his throat slowly, I turned my head immediately. For a moment our gazes met and locked in the air. He who only wore a towel, his wet hair delivered the fragrant soap and the blend of shampoo to my sense of smell.

The man stepped slowly. Mr. Al's movements are very slow. The time around me just stopped. When suddenly the man stood near me, I closed my eyes. I don't know what for. What is clear is that my heart feels so paralyzed that these eyes cannot see the scenery in front.

When I didn't hear any movement, that's when I opened my eyes and how shocked I was when Mr. Al's face was only a few moments away from my face.

Perhaps, the man deliberately held his breath. Because, I could not feel his breath hitting my face even though our distance was only a few. Until finally, I was again closed as he further slashed the distance between us.

I thought it would all end this way as it already did. Apparently, this time it was different. Mr. Al lifted my body up onto the bed. Until it all just happened. I have become his wife.

My tears flowed, my happiness and sadness mixed into one in this chest.