Oh My Cecunguk
Episode 85's

That house, no, it's better in the palace than the house. A magnificent palace with a very spacious courtyard. There was a large pool with a fountain in the middle.

The front has eight giant-sized pillars that rise high, supporting the three-story building. Some of the walls are filled with carvings that add a classic impression.

"Let's go down" Alan told me. I grabbed his outstretched hand as he got out of the car. Then walk towards the entrance while holding hands.

Our arrival or Alan rather, received a warm welcome from a middle-aged man wearing a black and white suit like a restaurant waiter. "Welcome back, Young Master," he said, bowing, saluting. After that he re-stretched himself and found me a little surprised.

"Young Master, this is..."

Alan turned to look at me. His gaze is full of love. Her left hand was embracing my waist and giving a soft caress with her slender long fingers. "This is Alea, my future wife" she said with a smile. After that, he looked back at the marshy beak man and said, "He's beautiful right, Uncle?"

Instantly the frown on the old man's forehead disappeared. Although it is not completely gone. There's still a little wrinkle, very thin. That's natural, considering his age is no longer young. The man said with his lips curled upwards. "Sure, Young Master."

"Honey, this is Uncle Sam, the butler in this house. Uncle Sam's been here since I was a kid." Alan introduced it while looking at me again.

While putting on a smile I greeted an old man who might be the same age as my father, I mean my foster father. "Hello, Uncle Sam," I said as I reached out.

"Welcome to our residence, Miss Alea." Uncle Sam's slightly wrinkled hand was stretched out, about to shake my hand. However, just as our hands were about to touch Alan suddenly grabbed my hand and kept it away from the servant.

"Sorry, Uncle. Other than me, no one else can touch him," Alan said with a serious face. His gaze was full of warning.

"Sorry for my sassness, Young Master. I promise not to repeat it again" said Uncle Sam, bowing.

"Tell the others too. I won't let anyone touch my woman. Man and woman" Alan said loudly.

A female servant who accidentally passed by gasped in shock. He glanced at us for a moment, but hurriedly turned and entered the other room as Alan looked at him.

"Okay, Young Master. I'll tell the others not to bother Miss Alea."

After saying that, I was taken away by him. Passing Uncle Sam just like that, without saying a word to the old man who stood up with his face down.

"You're not serious, are you, Al?" I asked as we climbed the stairs that connect to the second floor.

"What?" asked Alan without looking at me. His gaze fell down, staring at the stairs.

We continued walking, climbing the stairs one by one. "About contact with others. I don't think that makes any sense."

Alan suddenly stopped. Look at his sharp eyes. "Why doesn't that make sense? You're my woman, Alea. How could I let someone else touch my wife?" Alan's hands clutching my shoulders. Very strong until it hurts. He slightly bowed as he landed his lips in my mouth.

Unlike usual, the kiss this time was a little rough. It was short but it overwhelmed me. Her warm breath splashed all over my face as our foreheads clashed against each other.

"You're mine, Alea, only mine. Only I am entitled to your soul and body. No one else can touch you, except me. Do you understand!"

Alan is possessive, I know that. But I didn't expect his possessiveness to be this severe. I can tell you that he doesn't want me to be in contact with men. Who the hell or what man wants his woman to touch another man, I don't think there is. However, I have never heard of a man forbidding his woman or his wife from coming into contact with another woman. It seems like only Alan is.

I wanted to protest, but was afraid to upset her even more. So you can just obey it. There is no one else by my side. The one who had the chance of coming into contact with me was Cecunguk himself and also Arman. The only man besides Alan I've ever met.

"I understand. Now can you please take your hand off? You're hurting me."

That way Alan immediately took off his grip. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you" he said. His face was filled with guilt. "I'm sorry, Alea" he said once again.

While putting on a smile, I reached out to caress her face. "I knew. You don't have to apologize."

"Thank you, Alea," he said softly. He kissed my forehead for a while, then put his feet back up, leading me to his room.