Mrs. Crazy And Mr. Perfects
CHAPTER 31| OCEAN IN SHINING NIGHT

Selena squirmed softly as her dream began to blur, bringing her eyes open slowly. The dark gray wall became the first object to be captured by his sight. It took three seconds for Selena to remember that she was sleeping in Ocean's room.

Oh, Ocean! Selena moved her head to the left. Both corners of his lips spontaneously pulled upwards when he found Ocean still asleep on the sofa. The thin blanket still wrapped his body.

Eyes closed relaxed, peaceful face, and messy hair. Selena's smile grew. Staring at the sleeping Ocean somehow always feels good. Selena felt like she was dreaming a beautiful dream.

“In the end it remains him who sleeps on the sofa.” Selena chuckled softly, changing her sleeping position to sideways, facing the Ocean. “Can I see you like this every morning, Ocean?” It was only a second before Selena shook her head vigorously, realizing how ridiculous her words were. “I must have gone mad.”

The small movements on Ocean's eyelids made Selena hurriedly turn her body in the opposite direction, closing her eyes tightly. He was found out for the second time.

The sound of a blanket that was busy, then followed by a slow step, making Selena's heart race. Though doing nothing, Selena felt like she had just made a mistake and was in hiding.

“What is this? Does anyone sleep with eyes like that? Your sleep acting is terrible, Selena.”

Damnit damnit! Selena wanted to sleep her head against the wall, she too tightly closed her eyes. Feeling that there was no way out, Selena opened her eyes while snorting. He sat down, leaning his back to the head of the bed.

Every time it came into contact with the Ocean, whatever Selena did became very embarrassing.

“You're trying to avoid your task?” Ocean opened the curtain, letting the sunlight gently flush the room.

Selena curses Ocean slowly. In her brain there must be only eating and cleaning the house when it comes to Selena. “I'm really lazy to fight. My mood has been bad since yesterday. You better shut up than I kick you again.”

Ocean laughed, turning his back to look at Selena. “Because yesterday I obeyed your will, cooking oxtail soup and fried chicken, this morning should we have omelette breakfast and avocado toast?”

Selena glared, spontaneously about to cry out in protest. But then, he swallowed the words he had already strung together. Free, Ocean won't soften. He was intent on revenge.

“And you don't have to make dinner for me. I'm going to dinner tonight with my friend. You can come with me if you want.”

The combination of Ocean with messy hair and morning light is really dangerous. Selena desperately forced her eyes to turn away from the shining figure in front of her. No, it's not time for Ocean to know how she feels.

“No. I busy. Am I your subordinate anyway? You pay me? Why should I come with you everywhere?”

Ocean smiled faintly, cross-cutting. “I did pay you, Selena. With Villa and yacht, if you forget.”

Ah, dammit!

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The noise of attractive music floated on the ceiling of the room, carrying dozens of people jumping around, dancing smoulderingly as if tomorrow there was no more life. The smell of the drink smelled thick, combined with a sparkling floodlight. Time and time again Ocean sighed softly. No matter how many times he went there, he never liked the place.

“Your face is grim, Ocean. Don't be so, let's have fun here and live like in heaven.” Ocean's friend, Austin, whispered while glancing. In contrast to Ocean, he enjoyed his time there. “Come toast.” Austin raised his glass towards the Ocean, laughing wide.

“I have to drive.” Ocean shifted his gaze, not interested in welcoming Austin's glass.

“You can drink as you like, Ocean. I can call the driver.” Agatha beside Ocean smiled gently, nodding convincingly.

“Come, Ocean. It's my special day, at least I want to have fun with my good friend.” Austin took two glasses, handed one of them to Ocean. “You must learn to enjoy life, not just to work hard as if tomorrow is coming to an end. Look at the guy over there. His name is Oscar, the leader of a big company like you. But he enjoys life, has fun more than anyone.”

Ocean turned his gaze to the man Austin pointed at. His condition was completely chaotic, heavily drunk, yet he acted as if he did not have the burden of life, joking with two women while carrying a bottle of drink. Without even asking, Ocean believes the man named Oscar is the type of troublemaker who doesn't care even if his company is destroyed right now.

Ocean's sigh rang out, before he finally took a sip of his whiskey. A sharp taste immediately greeted his tongue, making Ocean frown a little because he did not like alcoholic beverages.

“Hey, look at the woman there, Ocean. Crazy, is she a goddess who came down to earth?” Austin's eyes shimmered as he stared at the woman clad in a red shoulder dress who was walking around in the crowd dancing. “I have to get it tonight.”

Without waiting any longer, Austin galloped towards the dance floor. With a supple and smooth movement, he approached the woman.

“Omong-by way soon my birthday, Ocean.” Agatha whispered, chuckling.

Ocean turned. “Ah, true too. What do you want, Agatha?”

Agatha put down her drinking glass, then supported her chin. “I want to go to Boston with you. I'll tell you what I want there.” Agatha's gaze softened, staring straight at Ocean's dark bead. “Hey, at that time your favorite team, the Lakers, will also compete there. I have already booked two tickets. So, you'll come there with me, won't you?”

Ocean's hand moved his drinking glass slowly, making the liquid inside move smoothly following the direction of his movement. Before marrying Selena, Agatha became the perfect companion to attend formal events and just meet friends like today. She is a fun woman and is good at positioning herself in any situation. In terms of Ocean's personal judgment, Agatha is virtually flawless; intelligent, mature, and mature-minded. They really become friends that fit in with each other.

Two years ago, Agatha expressed her feelings for Ocean, saying she wanted more than a friend. Supposedly by looking at the many matches between them, there was no reason for Ocean to reject it. Agatha would be the perfect match for him. Unfortunately at that time, Ocean only considered Agatha as a pleasant friend, she was also still holding the position of CEO so that in her life was only filled with work, work, and work. No need to think for long, Ocean rejected Agatha's love.

But Agatha had amazing self-control. That refusal did not make him act awkward. He acted the same as usual, as if nothing had ever happened between him and Ocean. Their friendship continued, Agatha still offered to accompany Ocean on certain events.

“Entah, Agatha, I can't promise. I'll check my schedule first.” Ocean answered more safely, he certainly had to take into account his work first.

“Alright, I'll wait for you to inform me. Tonight ...” Agatha poured whiskey into her glass, her face looking all over. “Let's race who's more resistant to drinking, Ocean. You should buy me a fancy dinner if you lose.”

Ocean smiled faintly. All right, tonight he's gonna drink a little more. Ocean raised his glass, before the sharp taste of whiskey again greeted his senses.

When Agatha returned to pour whiskey into the empty Ocean glass, at the same time, tens of kilometers away from the nightclub, Selena paced back and forth in front of the house in a feeling of unease. Countless of times he'd bent his head down the road, hoping Ocean's car would be seen. Selena rubbed her arms over and over again, giving her a little warmth as strong winds gushed through her.

An hour that was like a blink of an eye for Ocean who did not stop drinking whiskey—forget that he intended to drink only a little, very opposite of what Selena felt. Time was like crawling, carrying worries that were increasingly concentrated.

And when Ocean felt his head dizzy instead of playing, his vision blurred, Selena was stepping quickly into the house, grabbing a cell phone. Hurriedly she called Ocean's number, her body gesture clearly indicated that she was being riled up.

The long connection tone is not welcome. Selena didn't give up, called Ocean's number again.

The fourth time she tried, Selena let out a sigh of relief as the tone of the connection finally stopped, someone across the street picked up the phone.

“Ocean, where are you? Why not go home yet?” Selena snatched quickly.

“This who? Ocean is not answering the phone.”

Selena sculpting. A woman he had never heard.

“You who? Where is Ocean?” Selena's hand gripped the periphery of the table, various bad shadows suddenly flashed in her mind.

“I who? How to answer, huh? Me ... friend have fun Ocean tonight.”

Without waiting any longer, Selena disconnected the phone, immediately running around to retrieve the car keys. In his heart Selena vowed to break the woman's arm if she dared to do anything to Ocean.

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