Assassin Girl
4. who?
The decitan of the door sounded a little loud in the ears, dark and silent a large room that was very dark and there was not a speck of light . The sound of knocking shoes getting closer, the breath was heard softly, one candle was on a beautiful golden plate capable of illuminating a room so very dark no light came in .
Prak
the plate was stored under the cold floor, his fingers raised in the air grabbing the chin of a person sitting limp in front of him . His gaze was so flat and cold, while someone in front of him could only duck and close his eyes without wanting to stare at the man before him .
the tall man sat with chains on his arms hanging above the white wall, bruised wounds on the cheeks and blood spots on the lower lip are very severe and appear so limp .
"how are you?"ask her with a whisper that sounds heavy and hoarse .
"today, I will marry the woman you most desire"
…"How?We're in a series, aren't we?"
there was no answer from someone sitting limp in front of her making her squeak and discarding the direction of view .
"i know you listen to my words, do not foolishly move worthy of his ordinary man" his circus stared intently at the man sitting limp in front of him .
the man looked up and stared softly at the figure standing firmly before him, his gaze looking faint and not having the spirit to live on, his roar of breath hunting fiercely.
"You! jan-don't ever try to hurt her "his speech stammered the fierce gaze she gave to the man who was in her presence .
laughter rang out loud in the dark room, the figure of the man who stood firm released the grip of the man's chin that was sitting limp .
"Saddening" her taps by stopping her laughter, then the man left and closed the room again without intending to treat the wound of someone who was inside there .
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"the game is just starting"
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Invitational guests have come, crowded atmosphere today wedding trinkets are beautifully displayed in every corner of the wall, the chairs are neatly arranged in their respective rows.
Cheers of Sorai filled the magnificent building, the red carpet was beautifully scattered, flowers were sprinkled on top of it .
Her long dress swept over the flowers on the red carpet, walking slowly while carrying a beautiful red rose, her gaze continued to bow to her footsteps . The makeup looks so perfect on her face.
In front of the altar, Damon was already waiting with a small smile engraved on the corner of the lips as if this marriage was on the runway with love .
"Ready honey?"whispered Damon as he reached out to greet Monica's helping hand, the man led Monica to stand before the priest .
monica's heart rate is racing violently, a doubtful look she puts on Damon hoping the man can call off this marriage . In the front row of the seats was already seen Erwin who was staring at his second.
"ready?"the priest asked Damon's two brides to nod steadily while Monica cuddled doubtfully.
They both said a sacred promise in front of the priest, silent for a moment the sacred promise was uttered by both . Throughout uttering the sacred promise Monica looks nervous and unsure, her heart racing quickly, various questions continued to cross his head since Damon continued to look at Monica's face seriously different from the woman in front of him Monica actually bowed occasionally staring at the dark bead .
Rousing cheers rang out as the sacred promise had been made, Damon grabbed Monica's small waist the man stared at with a radiant face .
'Have I officially become the Wife of another Man?' the question kept going on in Monica's head .
The woman could smile wryly looking at all the invited guests who came, Monica's eyes were on Erwin who stood up and gave a clap of her face look so moved but there was something different this time, Erwin is not with Evlyn where her mother is why not attend this important event .
"Flame" called Monica as she walked towards Erwin, hitting the middle-aged man's strapping body, crying out in Erwin's arms, Erwin just stroked Monica's back and nosed occasionally as Monica spoke to her .
"So good wife son" said Erwin briefly .
"Honey, are you just gonna be like that?"damon asked with a look toward Monica's back .
Monica immediately regained her senses and wiped her tears releasing her hug on Erwin, then stared flatly at Damon the man had indeed become her husband, this was all beyond Monica's reasoning .
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Chosen time to change the night, the event was finished this afternoon and now it's time Monica to clean up and go back to sleep on Damon's soft mattress, if Monica was going to clean up differently than Damon the man went straight to her desk and did all her work .
After the shower, Monica returned to the room and took a comb to tidy up her long hair, tonight he wears pajamas trousers patterned in white cartoon characters he also wears fur sandals with a shape like a cat .
Monica looked at herself in the mirror reflection, still wondering about the incident this morning which accidentally her lips spoke a sacred promise with Damon . Monica held her chest that felt so pounding with great, no feeling of love or anything of her kind .
Monica didn't want to get dissolved in her question that, though, the woman chose to lie down on the bed and pull her blanket up on the chest to cover both eyelids perfectly and then pick up the dream realm regardless of Damon who is still working .
12.00
It was late at night, but Damon was still sitting on his desk, and the man was still staring at the laptop screen, occasionally writing something on white paper . Damon repeatedly wasted tired breaths until when he would continue to work like this .
damon's face was tired, the man held his hands up and stretched his muscles for a moment and stared at the picture frame in front of him again and the photo he could not throw in the trash .
Dcit ..
The sound of the door squeaking could be heard making Damon look distracted and staring at the doorknob that was turned by someone outside .
Damon breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Monica walking in white pajamas with two cups of tea in her hand, her appearance The woman did not sleep well tonight .
"You haven't slept?"damon asked, looking at Monica's lethargic face .
"if I'm here there's no way I'm sleeping" Monica looked straight at Damon, the woman placed a glass of tea on Damon's desk .
then he sat back down on the sofa in the room, sipped his tea and looked back at Damon's horrible-looking face .
"You're like a Zombie" Monica said with a small ruckus that made Damon throw away his line of sight.
Damon glanced at the tea brought by his wife .
green tea?
"the herbal tea can relieve a little bit of aching" Monica said as if understanding the questionable gaze that Damon directed in front of her artificial tea .
.."try that it can relax your muscles" Monica said once again to make Damon lift the cup and gulp it down until the toilet left nothing .
true said Monica, this tea can slightly relieve the achy taste and the taste was not too sweet and very suitable on the tongue.
Monica raised her eyes staring around the room owned by Damon, it looks like her husband likes the modern European Classical model clearly visible from the design of this room .
"work is hard?, how can you be in Bebani by such a spelling" Monica chirped with an adorable look on her face .
"it's my responsibility" Damon stared at Monica's face with a final goal .
Monica just nodded then she stood up and walked towards the door intending to go back to sleep so that tomorrow she looked refreshed and excited to carry out the mission in her new job .
"don't forget to rest" he said afterwards, closing the door tightly, while Damon stared at the closed door, in fact Monica looks so good and the look is not so bar-bar and childish.
well even if a little makes others so upset and if you say always just come out .