Mr. Antagonists
Eleven (marriage contact )

...° HAPPY ENDING °...

Who me?

Where'sme?

Can Alma talk like that?

Forgetit. All he had to ask now was why was he caught in this situation?

Sighing heavily, that was all he could do now. His head feels dizzy if he is forced to think.

" Why?" Alma looked over with a forced smile. He looked at the sagara wearing the shirt. Now everything has changed completely.

Now Alma is not her maid anymore, but turned into a wife.

Record this. She is Sagara's WIFE now.

Alma massaged her head dizzy, leaning on the sofa set available in Sagara's room. Two hours ago her express wedding was held.

Yesterday after being interrogated by Samuel, Alma had to be Sagara's wife. Meaning, here.

Samuel heard Sagara's words in front of Alma's room. He thinks that is not about that discussion. He thinks his relationship with Sagara has gone so far. And thank God, he thought that too. His mother, crying while hugging him tightly.

Frustrating.

Stresses.

Shock.

That's what Alma felt. There were so many questions that came to his mind. And what he wanted most of all was why did Sagara do this? What is the motive behind everything?

Alma immediately opened her eyes and sat up straight. He turned to Sagara who was lying in bed while playing his phone.

" I want it." Sagara cleared his throat without looking.

" Lo ain't crazy, are you?" Ask Alma to the point. Sagara glanced at him for a while then looked back at the phone.

" Maybe." Answer origin.

" the sagara! Plis seriously, Lo why the hell?" Alma stood looking at Sagara tired. Hearing that frustrated tone made Sagara pity. He sat staring at Alma who looked chaotic, the white kebaya shirt was no longer because of.

" Lo this is weird, you know?! Suddenly speaking yesterday kayak continued to be rem aja pas kegejelasin all the same uncle. What do you want Lo to be?" Ask alma a little emotion. Sagara just silently looked at Alma expressionlessly.

" I want Lo." Alma took a long breath. " Seriously please, sagara." Languid Alma.

Sagara cleared his throat then lowered his head for a while until he looked Alma in the shade. " I told you. I just want Lo, and now Lo's my wife." Reveal it.

Now it was Alma's turn to be silent.

" I'm not the one playing Lo. But I'm Lo's toy." Mumbled Alma.

...***...

This morning was different than usual. She is now the wife of Sagara. The wedding ceremony is very closed, although the marriage is legal in the eyes of the state and religion. Because it makes other workers treat it differently.

Last night he fell asleep just like a couch because he was tired, but when he woke up he was in bed. Fortunately his clothes were still intact, otherwise he would really be angry at Sagara.

Recalling the messy plot of the novel made Alma dizzy. Therefore he chose silence first letting everything go as time went on.

At first he was told to occupy all the big houses or a mansion, but Alma refused hard. Finally, by mutual decision they lived in an apartment belonging to Samuel. The place is close to the school, from the mansion is not too far away. That's why he agreed.

Alma pensively stared at his belongings that have not been neat right. His mind still wanders to and fro. He stared at the sagara who was busy arranging things with some servants who had deliberately come to help him.

" Kid?"

Alma turned her head, Asih patted her shoulder and rubbed her back. " From now on, you're no longer mom's responsibility. You have become fully his dependant, you will have to obey his words."

Alma's eyes felt sore hearing Asih's words. He raised his head so that his tears would not fall, he hugged the love from the side and leaned his head on the love. Even though he was just a foreign soul who was hitchhiking in this body, but his affection for the people around him was originally his. As hard as his mind refuses, but the heart cannot lie.

He loved her.

" Even so, dear mother you are despite everything. I hope, someday you won't hate me as bitter as any reality you accept." Alma closed her eyes feeling the elusan from Asih. That woman, she loves herself very much. That's what Alma knows.

" Ama loves mom."

Sagara cleared his throat slowly making both of them aware. Smiling politely makes Sagara unpleasant. The woman used to be a maid in her home, now her mother-in-law.

" Young master, auntie's son. Please take care of him, and love him as much as you love your family. She's the only family that aunt has. Even if he made a mistake, please don't be too hard on him. Take him, and bring him. He will obey what the young master wants." Hush. Sagara nodded, "I'll take care of him, Mom. He is my responsibility from now on. I thank my aunt for taking care of her all this time. Now it's my turn to look after her, make her happy and alive."

Alma gulped dry saliva, suddenly the conversation of the two people looked serious. And that makes him flutter. Moreover, the words of Sagara who successfully made himself feel made a special figure by the man.

" Good, then aunt and the others say back to the mansion. If you ever need anything else, tell us." Saying Clam is taken by both. Asih rubbed the head of Alma.

" Mom, go home."

Now there are both of them. Alma licked her dry lips. Sagara brought his bag to the room.

" Tu-wait!" Prevent Alma. Sagara looked at him questioningly. He again lowered his bag, and looked at Alma who was blocking his path.

" What's up?"

Sagara asked with a frown, "we must talk." Alma.

...****...

" Wedding contract?"

Alma nodded confidently thrusting the paper containing the agreement he made. He stared at Sagara with a smile adorning his face. Sagara frowned, reading the written point.

" 6 months. Just six months." Alma.

" The first party is Sagara Caesar Smith and the second party is Lyora Alma. The first point, the first party and the second party are prohibited from publicizing their marriage relationship. If violated, there will be punishment. The second point, it is forbidden to interfere with their respective affairs. Third point, there is no physical contact and each has its own room. It's just that, simple isn't it?" Alma laughed dryly. But that sharp look made his smile fade away.

" Do you think this is a joke?" Sagara asked with an unpleasant aura. Alma lowered her head in fear, she shook her head slightly answering the man's question.

Srekks

Alma looked up at his paper which began to be torn into small pieces. His heart slipped seeing that, in his heart he tried to be patient not to curse.

" Lo, don't you like being my wife?"

Alma's body was straightened because of the question that arrived. He blinked slowly, the glaring gaze made him nervous.

" M-not that. G-gue thinks Lo did all this in order to escape from the matchmaking, j-so we are equally forced, right? I made that letter..." Chirp Alma. His courage shrunk to feel the gloomy aura of Sagara, the atmosphere was gripping and stifling.

"Very annoying!"