Replacement Bride
Good evening, Miss!

Zoya turned around quickly, her eyes widened to see a man standing before her and knew her.

Sweat sprung on Zoya's forehead, her hands squeezing each other which she hid behind her body, who was she? what's a class with me? Zoya continued muttering behind her pale face.

Man, yes that person is a man who looks his age is not far from him, and can even be said to be the same age. "Zoya is? you're right Zoya, right?" ask the man again to make sure that he does not misunderstand people.

"Yes, who are you?" ask Zoya again, even though she feels familiar with the man, but she also needs to make sure who she is currently dealing with.

"I'm Arhan, the neighbor in your village, did you forget?" zoya's hands that were squeezing each other behind her body instantly felt limp, sure enough, there was someone who knew her there moreover she mentioned her origin she knew Zoya.

"O-oh yes, sorry I forgot, your appearance is very different," Zoya replied nervously.

A man named Arhan notices Zoya's appearance which also looks different even more so tonight Zoya is wearing a most striking and luxurious dress, there was no way that 20-year-old girl was a waiter there wearing a fancy dress.

"You must be a VVIP guest, don't you?" arhan asked curiously, Zoya who got such a question would be more confused to answer it.

But before Zoya actually answers Arhan's question, someone has interrupted the conversation and immediately grabbed Zoya's waist possessively as if she really was the owner of the 20-year-old girl, who else, if not Alexander.

"She's the queen at this party. Greetings know me husband," said Alexander introduced himself to the young man in front of him, Zoya was shocked to hear what Alexander said, and it was interpreted by him to happen like that.

"Basic with a big mouth" Zoya grumbled.

"S-husband? really true?" Arhan looks surprised to hear it, and it can be seen from the look in his eyes that widens on his pupils.

Zoya did not answer, but nodded weakly, confirming what Alex said at the time.

"Do you know my wife?"

"Huh? oh yes Sir, Zoya is my neighbor in my hometown, I didn't think that Zoya was the bride at this party." Reply Arhan.

"Because you know my wife, I assume you're a special guest tonight, please enjoy the dish, I'll bring it." Without waiting for an answer from Arhan, Alex pulls Zoya's hand slowly to come with him and join his business associates because of his colleagues who want to get to know the lucky mistress Alexander get a successful man like him.

Arhan was glued still in his place, watching Zoya's departure with a man who was very visible his age was certainly much older than Zoya, his eyes were now like looking for the existence of someone else, his eyebrows frowning in wonder as he muttered. "But where's Miss Rumi and her husband?" a moment later, and then left from there.

Zoya who is still not used to being in the middle of important people certainly feels awkward even though from earlier one of them continues to invite him to talk, does not close his awkwardness.

Alex glances at Zoya forcing his eyes to open, and gestures to his personal assistant to take him to the room first and he will catch up with her after his important guests leave.

"Please Miss, I'll take you to rest" he said.

"Huh? eeuumm, is that okay?" reply Zoya with a faint voice.

"Let's Miss" he said again without answering Zoya's question. Zoya, who could not immediately hold back her sleepiness, finally joined the assistant of Alexander's master, Mark Carlos.

The man named Mark did not pay any attention to Zoya who had just let out a yawning sound with her frontal, she just walked straight towards a room.

"Please Miss, good night, and have a good rest." After delivering and opening the room door for Zoya, Mark just passed by without saying anything more because he felt his duty was just that.

Zoya who gets a cold attitude Mark, just put her shoulders and go into the room and lay down her body that was very tired without cleaning herself first, yes in other words, it is, currently she still uses party clothes complete with her beautiful make up.

"Haaahhh, comfortable. Somehow for tomorrow," he murmured before he was completely washed away in his dream.

The clock has shown at 3 o'clock, the guests have said goodbye to go home, Alex who has told the assistants and his men to rest too, decided to go to his room alone.

Open a room door without turning on the lights first, then immediately go to the bathroom to clean himself. After making sure he was clean, Alex was ready to sleep with shorts and a slightly loose T-shirt, but when he was about to get on the bed, he was ready to go to bed, he realized that there was someone who had fallen asleep in his bed.

He squinted his eyes and threw his breath into the air. "Mark, you're really annoying." Alex muttered in a soft voice.

"Haaahhh, that's it, miss. All right, good night." Said Alex who without hesitation and concerned about the presence of Zoya there, he also went up to the bed and lay his body on the other side of the bed whose diameter is indeed wide.

The sun has shown itself, the birds are increasingly sounding behind the bedroom window, but the occupants of the room are still loyal to his pillow.

Feeling something hit her face, Zoya blinked her eyes, the warm smell of mint giving rise to her sense of smell, and when his eyes opened the first time he saw a handsome face with pliable eyelashes was fast asleep right in front of his face.

For a second she was still looking at him, but after realizing that the person in front of her was a stranger who suddenly became her husband last night with a paper of agreement, she said, Zoya immediately turned away from her face and got up from the spacious bed.

Paying attention to all his clothes, and the clothes were still attached to his body in the same clothes he was wearing last night, he sighed with relief as his bad thoughts did not occur. "Geez, why is he here, too" Zoya muttered, trying not to make any noise, but somehow, like having the ears of a mouse, Alex woke up, and stretched out his arms, looking at Zoya who was standing across the bed with her pillow face, she said.

"You awake?" Zoya can only be overwhelmed by what Alex said the first time he opened his eyes, as if he did not mind if they slept in one bed even though they did not know each other.