Naughty Little Wife
The Culun Matchmade?!

"El, you're the one, the one who picked up in this house. For your service and your gratitude to my parents who have cared for you to grow up, you should just accept this matchmaking," said the second Sora-Kakak with a face that was so relaxed while chewing breakfast in his mouth.

This morning in the dining room, Eleonara's family was talking about the match between Sora and her father's co-workers. Abraham Eleonara's adoptive father owed his co-workers a huge loss a few years ago, and because Abraham could not afford it all, he was willing to sell his son to make up for the debt.

However, Sora who had just entered the lecture strongly denied. She rejected the matchmaking outright after seeing a photo of her father's co-worker. The fat, bald-headed old man who was identical to the professor and had a thick moustache and sideburn. It was so disgusting that Sora imagined marrying such an old man. So, he threw this responsibility on Eleonara, as an adopted child who had been cared for by her parents since she was still unable to read and count.

"How is that possible, Sora! Eleonara is still in High School. He can't get married!" abraham cried with a frowning forehead.

"Who can't say? It is possible as long as he is over 17 years old. Last month he was only 18, right? Half a month later the school graduated. We just need to cover up the wedding from the people" said Sora while staring cynically at Eleonara who could only quietly look down with her minus glasses. He had no right to raise his voice while breakfast was going on. Although his hands squeezed the high school skirt to hold back from talking.

"That's what Sora said, honey. You can't force her to marry you. I've already signed her up to a modeling agency. You know, being a model is her goal since childhood. Don't ruin the dream. If she becomes a famous model, we will be the ones to lift up, too" added Mariam-Elonara's two-faced adoptive mother. Has a mole under his eyes.

He thought Eleonara had no ideals? Of course there is. Eleonara aspires to be a famous designer. Since childhood, she loved art, especially in designs such as dresses, blushes and other clothes. If he has free time, he will draw a clothing design according to his imagination, then he collects it and he keeps it in his study desk drawer.

Abraham glanced at Eleonara who was focusing on eating her breakfast. Actually being forced to focus even though he was afraid, nervous and eager to oppose their words. But what is the power of the hand does not arrive. Who is he in this house? Eleonara is self-conscious. The way to survive until now in this disharmonious family is to be silent and according to their every command.

Abraham notices the appearance of Eleonara - a child he took 13 years ago from an orphanage. He is far from interesting. Her ordinary hair was wavy in disarray, wearing glasses minus, her eyes were plain, but if she looked carefully she was quite good with her smooth white skin and split chin. If smiling also has dimples on both cheeks. Unfortunately Eleonara did not smile easily, she was more inclined to have a gloomy face, so people barely noticed her sweet face.

"El?" call Abraham who immediately makes Eleonara swallow her salivary with a stiffened body. His feathers to the brim heard the heavy voice of Abraham triggered calling his name, it was like being called by the angel of death to cross the mustaqim-titian shirathal bridge that humans will pass in the last day.

Eleonara took off the spoon in her hand, then she turned to look at her aged foster father. The wrinkles on the corners of his lips and eyes were very clear.

"You ... would you like to, marry your co-worker?"

The deg!

Eleonara put her hands under the dining table. She squeezed her hanky firmly while trying not to show a rejecting look.

"Dad, it's not like that's the tone of his speech. It's supposed. El, you're gonna have to marry Daddy's coworker! This is a command, not a question. Well, so new right. Yeah, right, Mom?" sora said as she smiled her smile with one eye blinking with her mother. They were conspiring without Abraham knowing. Often Eleonara get unfair treatment like this, maybe even countless more.

From the look in her eyes, Eleonara showed her unwillingness. He hoped Abraham could read the look on his face because Abraham was not as bad as Mariam and Sora. However, it didn't seem like it was because this matter was so urgent to him. Abraham had darkened his eyes and could not see that Eleonara was depressed.

Eleonara speaks a thousand languages. His mind crammed into his head. He also occasionally glanced at Mariam and Sora who continued glaring at him with a threatening impression. They were preparing fists to beat him all out. Eleonara was so scared! The bruises on her arms and thighs have not gone away and are still painful.

However, in retrospect it was also good that Eleonara responded to Abraham's request. If she gets married, she'll be out of this miserable house. That wicked and cunning mother and son would never oppress him again. The days that Eleonara went through were always bad, but that does not mean that the next life will be bad as well. Don't big things take time?

"El, how?" ask Abraham again.

Is this proof of God's hand so I can get out of this house? If it were, I would not doubt it. (Into Eleonara)

After a moment of silence, Eleonara finally opened her voice. He said, "Alright. I have no right to refuse this house anyway" said Elonara, smiling bitterly.

Maybe Eleonara should try a little to resist, do not just accept it. However, he was unwilling to waste much of his time and energy on something that was futile. He had already seen Mariam and Sora who would never make his life easy.

Abraham immediately got up from his seat with a happy expression. She hugged Eleonara very tightly. "Thank you, El. Not in vain Daddy took care of you to this extent. You are mature enough to make decisions. You know, you can't see me suffer at least."

Both of Eleonara's eyes twitched reddened in heat. His eyes instantly dewy as he stroked Abraham's back. He always lifted his heart over every decision that was made. There was not a day that he lived without problems, but every problem that he managed to go through would shape him into a more mature figure.

'Peace will not find you. You have to go and create it.'

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