MARRYING OLD GRANDPA
SKY PALACE

Orange circulated his gaze when he first entered the house belonging to the Sky. The old man who will marry her tomorrow. The house was so magnificent, the towering pillars showed how handsome the building was. The three-story house was so big, it might be suitable to be called a palace. Inversely with the house of Orange.

The orange marble floor even made the girl reluctant to set foot, too shiny, he thought. Not to mention the various furniture that fills the house looks luxurious, most of the household furniture is gold and silver, of course, adding to the glare of the view of Orange which is just an ordinary girl from ordinary people.

Somehow at first, why did Hardi have business with the rich old man. On the grounds of debt, Orange must replace her brother married Sky. What debt, not even Orange knows. Either debt or debt in the form of material.

Not to forget the amazement of Orange, a few meters away from him, there were about twenty servants lined up to welcome his master home. Orang-orange even refused to approach, he just remained silent with his head bowed. Until the call from Alex made Orange inevitably continue his steps.

“Mari, Miss. Sir will introduce you,” said Alex. The teary-eyed man moved his hand allowing Orange to stand by the Sky that was waiting for him with a cold gaze.

The thick-bearded old man cleared his throat, then began to speak, “It's Orange, tomorrow he will be the mistress in this house. Treat him like you treat me. Fulfill all her needs, serve her like a queen, and obey what she wants. But with a note of approval from me!”

The sky said firmly, making all his servants nod obediently with their heads bowed. None of them dared to raise their heads or look at the sky, clearly visible power like what Heaven has.

Whether the man like what this Orange will marry, from the house that will now be his residence, Orange knows the Sky is not an arbitrary person. The man came from the upper class maybe even the very top. Orange was a little surprised by the way Heaven introduced him to all the servants, he felt unworthy to be called a mistress let alone considered a queen. But it seemed, indeed no one dared to refute the man.

“Pak Lim, introduce them one by one to him,” Sky said again to a middle-aged man who stood not far from Alex.

“Good, Mr.” Mr. Lim replied obediently, the man then stood near the Orange after the Sky went upstairs, probably going to his room. Followed by Alex who never seemed far from his master.

“Nona, introduce, I am Lim, the butler of this house. And this is Rika, my assistant.”

Mr. Lim continued to introduce all the servants there. Unfortunately, the Orange could not remember one by one of them apart from Mr. Lim and Rika. The house was very spacious, large and three floors, of course having twenty servants was a natural thing.

“Thank you sir Lim, I am Orange,” Orange reintroduce yourself.

"Let's madam, I'll take you to your room" said Mr. Lim. Although it sounded firm, but Mr. Lim still smiled at the end of his sentence.

Among Lim's men who had brought him not much stuff, Orange arrived on the second floor, in a room that again made him gap. The area of the room was even equivalent to the area of his home page. There is a bed in the middle of the room, with a nightstand on the left right side. Then on the left side of the nightstand there is a dressing table on it complete with makeup and some perfumes that are sure to be expensive. Not far from the dresser, there is a glass door as well as a towering glass window with silver curtains dangling beautifully, in a row of bright white curtains that look very clean.

On the right side of the bed was a large cupboard whose door was made of glass as a whole, Guessing it was a wardrobe. There is a white sofa on the left as well as a very large television.

The spacious room is also complete with various facilities, there is even a small refrigerator in the right corner of the television.

“Why am I so afraid to sleep in a room this wide?” Orange Mumm.

Understandably, the room is very simple even though it is not too small. The bed he had was only enough in the habitation of one person, two people can but may be clinging.

“This is your room Miss Orange,” said Mr Lim.

Orange surprised, admiring the room he forgot the existence of Mr Lim who was still standing behind him.

“Pak Lim, is this not excessive? This room is so big, I'm so afraid to sleep here alone,” great-grandson of Orange honestly.

Mr. Lim smiled faintly, walked up to Orange and stood before him, but of course kept his distance. “No Miss, this is indeed your room. It's appropriate for you, the future mistress of this house. Hopefully you are comfortable and at home, starting today, you have to get used to it. And Rika will teach you the tasks that you have to do after later you become the wife of Mr. Sky,” explained Mr. Lim at length.

Orange frowned, he then asked, “Tasks? What tasks should I do Mr Lim?”

“Rika will explain it later, I'm sorry Miss, and happy resting.” Mr. Lim smiled, bowed his body as a sign of respect and then actually went and closed the door of the room.

It seems, the most humane here is Mr. Lim, the man always smiles. Reminds him of the father who he suddenly misses. Though only a few hours they were separated, but Jingga had missed her family. He can only hope, may Heaven really send a doctor and nurse to check on his father's condition.

***

“Order everything, the old man must really watch me get married as he wishes,” command Sky on Alex who is standing next to him.

The assistant nodded, “Okay Sir, you don't worry, everything will be made sure to go as you wish,” replied Alex. He really felt sorry for the Master, although he was struggling with treasure, his life could never calm down. Even the Sky occasionally consumed sleeping pills in order to fall asleep soundly.

Since the fateful incident five years ago, the heavens have been living in nothingness. Alone, only accompanied by servants who are still faithful to take care of it.

Sometimes the man's gaze looked cold, sometimes it also looked hollow, implying how lonely the man was. Living in a magnificent house like a palace without a single family accompanying him.