Mr. Antagonists
Eighteen (love me? )

...° HAPPY ENDING °...

Alma twisted her body making sure her dress looked good on her body. A short-sleeved knee-length dress in light green that shows the back. She let out a long sigh, feeling unsuited to this green dress.

" Why again?"

Alma looked at the direction of the voice. Sagara leaned against the door with his hand tucked into his pants pocket. Alma showed me the dress she was wearing.

" Do you think this fits?" Ask for an opinion. Sagara watched Alma from top to bottom, the girl was seen waiting for his opinion.

" It's just a regular meeting. Don't go overboard." Alma who heard that she was instantly satisfied. He pursed his lips and looked back at his reflection.

Alma turned towards the already messy mattress with some dresses scattered where. Sagara shook his head slowly looking at his behavior, he chose to leave from there.

When the sun had set, Alma grasak grusuk prepared to tidy himself up. For almost an hour she struggled with makeup after deciding which dress she should wear.

" Song. Come fast!" Call Sagara from the middle room. Teenagers who usually wear casual clothes now look neat with black shirts and silver pants.

Alma came out of the room with her hands on shoes and a bag. Sagara closed his eyes trying to be patient.

" the sagara! Wait a minute, I'm not wearing shoes yet." Panicked Alma approached her. Sagara got up and pulled alma to sit on a single sofa.

" sagara?" Alma was confused by what the young man was doing.

Sagara looked at him sharply.

" Obey!" His words made Alma shut up for a moment.

He took over his shoes and crouched down and began to wear shoes on alma's legs.

" Eh?"

His reaction was immediately startled, Alma kept her feet away from Sagara's hands. But Sagara stuck his ankle tightly.

" Silence."

Alma folded her lips uncomfortably, her whole life was only the first time she was treated like this.

" You don't have to be nervous. This meeting was only to introduce Lo as the Smith family's son-in-law. Don't worry, I'm here."

Silent.

Alma was silent with her thoughts. It is true what Sagara said. But that was not what made him panic and nervous like this. Is it not natural for a girl to be nervous when introduced to her husband's family?

Not because of wealth and power. But he was afraid that he was not liked by the other Sagara family. However, his marriage was impressed suddenly and can cause a negative impression on him.

It is likely that he will be accused of seducing Sagara, right?

That's what he's afraid of.

Instead, he tried his best to look good and polite in order to leave a good impression when he first met.

" Come on."

His day fell when Sagara pulled his hand. He clasped Alma's already cold hand tightly as if giving her strength.

Alma raised her head to look at that perfect face. This is the reason that makes him fall in love with Sagara in the novel. His small attention but a big impact for others who feel it including himself.

...***...

" Welcome, Alma."

Alma showed her best smile. His hand involuntarily tightened on Sagara's sidecar. Samuel welcomed her first time, and it was a bit of a relief.

" Goodness, grandson!" Madam Sheila Smith who is Sagara's grandmother walked closer to him and hugged Sagara's sturdy body. Forced Alma to let go of her embrace because Sagara had to hug her grandmother.

" Aww! It hurts grandma." Ringis Sagara while getting jeweran from his grandmother. The big madam Smith looked at him furiously.

" But a punk! Just grandma lived a few months now has done it. I took good care of you and this is how I got it. You let grandma down by playing with girls." His lecture. Samuel restrains his mother, who begins to cast his spiritual flush.

" It's mom. We better go inside and say hello to your son-in-law's granddaughter." Sheila stopped hitting Sagara and turned to look at the awkwardly smiling Alma.

" Merry mal-" Sheila pannedobot closer to Alma.

" God! You are so beautiful. Sagara is very smart to choose his wife. Let's go inside, grandma wants to talk to my grand daughter-in-law." Madame Sheila led her inside leaving Sagara and Samuel in front.

Alma blinked in confusion while following Sheila's steps which she thought was hasty was not suitable for the parents.

" My husband! Look who I brought." Sheila's screams startled Alma. In his heart Alma was a little grateful because there was no evil grandmother as in his thinking. Even if she guessed, Sheila would trouble herself a little with her disappointment.

" Who is he?" Alma's gaze was fixed on a man who was sitting in the chair. The man looks young, meaning he still looks like a 45-year-old man. Still looks handsome despite the dense fur in the area of chin and mustache.

" This is our daughter-in-law's granddaughter. Very sweet, isn't it?" Sheila told him to sit down. " What's your name, son?" Ask the man who Alma believes is Sagara's grandfather.

" N-my name is Lyora Alma, cake." Alma answered with a clumsy smile. Sheila touched his shoulder making Alma's attention turn on him.

" You don't bother, son. Later we are family," he smiled softly. Alma was fixated, before finally nodding in understanding with a faint smile beginning to appear on her face.

Alma can breathe a sigh of relief now.

Alma began to get along with grandparents, then there was Jenny's aunt who was the sister of Sagara's mother. The woman was very kind to him. Alma spends her time with them until she forgets her husband who is always looking after her.

" Dear, let grandma ask." Alma nodded. Now they're both in Sheila's grandmother's room at her behest.

" Have you done it?" Alma nodded at hearing it.

" Do what grandma?" Alma did not understand.

" The husband and wife."

Sheila's words almost made Alma choke on spit. He lowered his head in shame, the woman was too blunt.

" Haven't?" Sheila's hand clasped Alma reassuringly. Alma looked at him doubtfully then shook her head small. Sheila breathed a long breath.

" Hear baby. Grandma doesn't want to make you doubt, but you don't understand. Sagara, that kid is very complicated. Grandma could not guess what she was thinking, she separated herself from us after the departure of her parents. The boy is still lingering with his complicated past. Although grandma can see there's a slight difference from her."

Alma chose to silence hearing the explanation from Grandma Sagara. Even though he already knew about it because it was written in a novel book.

" Grandmother hopes that with your presence you can change it little by little. For grandma, her happiness is grandma's happiness too." Connect Sheila. Alma displayed her trademark smile. His hand returned the granny's grasp.

" Granny believes in Alma. Alma will try his best to make Sagara change. Because for Alma, Sagara is Alma's life purpose." His determination.

...***...

Alma squirmed uncomfortably as her stomach ached. His eyes opened slowly, after a while he only realized that he was in the room. Looks like he fell asleep in the car, and Sagara brought him here.

They were both told to stay the night, but alma refused subtly with Sagara's help of course. Alma forgot about her menstrual pain earlier, but now the pain is starting to feel.

Alma pressed her stomach hurt, she woke up and went back to sleep hugging her stomach. Cold sweat began to pour out from all over his body.

He closed his eyes trying to sleep again. Unfortunately, he felt an incredible pain. Even though it's been repeatedly painful.

Chequelek

Sagara enters the room with a tray. Keeping him in utensils, he climbed into the bed nearing Alma.

" Ra?" Call her. Alma opened her eyes, she pressed her stomach hurt. Sagara can feel Alma's body temperature starting to cool down. He brought Alma to sleep on his back, he took a pillow and put it under his feet.

" It hurts..." Lirih Alma shriveled with a pale face. This makes Sagara not happy. He picked up the warm bottle he had prepared as per Jesslyn's instructions he remembered.

Sagara's hand pulled Alma's hand tightly to his stomach. He stroked the stomach and put the warm bottle there.

" Eungh's... Sick.." he whispered to Sagara's hand to vent his pain. Alma wanted to cry as hard as she could, but at this moment her body felt extremely limp. He could only see Sagara looking at him with a gaze that was other than usual. Feels gentle and soothing.

A few moments later...

" I didn't know it was coming this sick month." He muttered while cleaning the sweat around Alma's face. Even the girl had not changed clothes.

Sagara looked at Alma's peaceful face. " I think I'm starting to falter." Mumbled.

His gaze fell on those tiny lips. Sagara closed his eyes for a moment.

" Just look at your lips I've been this crazy." Chortled.

" Eahh.." Seeing Alma move uncomfortably makes Sagara again stroke the flat stomach of alma. After the calm Sagara fell silent again.

" I can't deket deket same with him. My dirty mind is always hooked." His complaint.

As it was about to go the little hand held it. Sagara looked down at Alma's shriveled expression.

" No.." he muttered.

Sagara sighed. The young man clasped Alma's hand tightly and lay down with a tight hug. Occasionally his hand moved stroking that flat stomach.

" I'm not leaving." His whisper.

Both of them are sleeping in their dreamland.

...***...

Alma opened her eyes slowly, her sleep was disturbed when something played her navel. And now he knows who did it.

" Stop it.." Alma's voice sounded hoarse. But Sagara did not heed his warning. Alma's hand prevents Sagara's hand from playing with his stomach.

" Hmm, where's my pay?" The whisper of Sagara breathes his neck. Alma berged felt her romantic feathers stand up.

" Anglish, Sagara.." Alma's flanked legs made him unable to turn around. Because of Alma's position being hugged from behind.

" You forgot I'm coming to the moon?" Alma's question made Sagara sigh.

" I remember it."

Sagara stroked his face, "I won't do it without permission, I'll wait for you to be ready." Said smiling. Alma nodded in satisfaction, she turned her body into face to face with Sagara.

" I'm not the one to wait for, you are too. Do you love me?"

Sagara was silenced.