My Friend, My Idol Husband (Julia & Edward)

The House of Mr. Edward

“ISTRI?”

“Yes, so my wife. You want to be my wife?”

“Do not joke,”

“I'm not kidding,”

“I can't believe,”

“If you don't believe, you have to wake up first to believe,”

Instantly I opened my eyes. It turned out to be just a dream. Fortunately it was just a dream, being proposed like that was really not the proposal I had dreamed of.

“Julia, do you still want to sleep? We've arrived,” barito's voice makes me realize that what he said earlier was really just a dream.

I blinked my eyes gathering the shards of consciousness that had been floating around in the dreamland.

“Oh arrived,” then I got out of the car followed by Mr. Edward.

Can't believe the atmosphere of the house I just saw was in my dream. So was it a dream or reality? Looks like I need to go to a psychiatrist to get my health checked out. I can't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

“Whose house is this, Brother?” if I call you, he'll protest again. I'll just call brother.

He smiled and pinched my unkempt cheek. I'm sorry, but my cheeks are tapered, so it's not good to pinch. Deserveingly

play pinch people's cheeks.

“Not bad also called ‘Kakak’ from ‘Tuan’. This is my family's villa. Let's go in!” bring him.

The waiter opened the door and let us in.

“Good day, Mr and Miss,” a friendly sweep and then take us to the dining room.

On the dining table there are various food menus. So many, no matter who eats it. Maybe his other family will come too. Was I that close to her until I was invited to a family event?

The waiter pulled out a chair for us. Mr. Edward sat in the center seat while I sat to his left.

“Is there a family event?” I was surprised that there was so much food on the table.

“No. This is for us to eat our lunch,” he replied as he opened the plate that was still upside down.

“It won't run out for both of us. One wastage,” decakku.

“From on continue nyerocos you better eat,” reply while spooning rice into a plate.

Spoons, forks and plates clashing together. I really enjoyed this lunch because I was really hungry.

My stomach can't be told to eat too late, haha.

Either my feelings or the truth. Mr. Edward is currently watching me. Gede sense aka Ge’er which is definitely yes, That's what I feel now. I pretended not to just watch myself enjoy a good meal in front of me voraciously. He smiled knotingly watching me enjoy lunch with vigor and voraciously of course.

The food on my side is gone. I sipped the water that was available on the table. Mr. Edward looked at me intensely. My heart, ah already can not be conditioned anymore like to jump from his place.

I felt like my body was petrified because of his gaze.

No, no, don't let that time happen again. I can be awkward again later. His hand moved to touch my lips. His gaze could not be separated from my eye.

“There is sauce in your lips,” he said.

“Where is He?” ask the waiter.

“Dining room, Mistress,” replied the waiter.

The sound of footsteps using heels was heard approaching. Before long there was a beautiful woman and a man of my father's age, his face was like I'd seen him, and then a young man came to the table.

“Yes God. Beautiful you dear,” said the woman then hugged me. I'm a little clumsy not knowing what's going on.

Is Mr Edward going to pretend we're dating again? Is this woman his mother? Isn't her mother dead?

I raised my eyebrows and Mr. Edward caught the code I was pointing at.

“Emmm... Julia, introduce her is my Mom, and this is my Papa, and this is my sister,” while showing her family Mr. Edward introduced her one by one.

“Welcome Julia. We're all looking forward to you. This brat is very difficult to invite you here,” The woman he calls mother hit Mr. Edward softly.

Why does his family know me? Does Mr Edward like to tell his family about me? I'm like a fool here.

“Hai, Sister Julia introduce me Romeo,” Mr. Edward elbowed the young man called his sister, “Haha, no, I'm Axel,”.

“Already, already, let Julia rest,” said the man called papa by Mr. Edward.

A thousand questions are on my mind. It seems that Mr. Edward knows what I have in mind now. I'll ask you what this all means.

“You rest first baby. All of you prepare yourself for dinner later,” woman who still looks beautiful even though she looks over her fifties is embracing while gently stroking my hair. “Ed, take Julia to the room to rest,”.

Any dinner? Like playing a real date.

Mr. Edward drove me through the living room and up the stairs. Arriving in the middle of the room were four doors and he opened the second door from the right.

“Come in!” after the door with two leaves the door was wide open.

A rather luxurious room. A king-size bed, with a typical classic carved teak bed. There are four wide open glass windows making this room very bright and feel fresh due to the air circulation of the windows.

On the left are two doors that I guess the other door is the bathroom and the other is the dressing room and the closet.

I went in and immediately sat on the sofa in the room.

“Master, I hope you explain what happened. Because I became the most stupid myself earlier,” my question. There are actually a lot of questions but for now that's it. Hopefully he will explain everything without me asking further.

“Master again,” lamented. “So I've actually called Brother,” he added.

“It doesn't matter now. What exactly are you planning?” I crossed my arms in my chest. Upset she didn't answer my question and talked about the others.

Mr. Edward sighed then sat on the sofa not far from where I sat.

“Actually I have wanted to bring you here for a long time. But the time is always not right,” he explained.

But that's not the answer I want. I moved closer to ask for a definite explanation.

“Do you invite me here to pretend to date again?” guess me while whispering afraid that someone eavesdropped from outside.

Mr. Edward looked at me sharply. I tried to interpret his gaze, but I couldn't confirm it. The gaze was like the gaze of a tiger that would pounce on its prey.

Again I cannot control my heart that is beating fast. As if he locked me in with that look I couldn't look away.

“I want real. Not pretend,” his statement made my eyeballs round my hands closed my mouth that automatically gaping in disbelief with what I just heard.