My Sister's Candidate Becomes My Husband

CAMS - Up 25

"I really didn't do it on purpose!" Deon suddenly pelted me with the black suit he had just released from his body.

I took the black suit off my face and held it carefully.

"Down, I don't want to see that suit anymore." His orders to me were astonishing.

"Why should I throw it away?" I don't understand."This suit I think is still good and the cloth is not scuffed." Connect me while checking Deon's gauze.

This suit is the one that Deon used when he married me this afternoon. The fabric is very good and made by famous clothing brands with a pretty fantastic price so it is not possible to easily tear or scuff. After all, this suit must be new and may only be used by Deon because the shop card is still not released by Deon-deon

"Really, your vision turned out to be much worse than I imagined." He looked at me without any trouble."Your tears have littered the suit so I have no reason to keep it. So throw the suit in the trash because I can't use it anymore."

Whatever it feels. My heart throbbed after hearing Deon's reason for throwing this suit away. Not because of the blisters but because they are dirty. My tears have soiled this suit that he doesn't want to use it anymore.

Shame mixed with sadness, I lowered my head with both hands tightly grasping the suit.

"Please forgive me my carelessness. I promise I won't repeat it in the future.." I said as calmly as I could.

I didn't promise to throw this suit away because it's so important to me. Because Deon was wearing this suit while marrying me, so I decided to keep this suit for myself.

"Hem." Deon was upset, he definitely would not speak anymore.

I-i understand.

Anyway blame me for suddenly leaning on his shoulder while sleeping, and stupid again because of that nightmare I cried, making Deon's suit dirty.

Silent. How long we've been on our way I can't guess. I'm also not sure how long I slept because after waking up we were still on the road.

Nightmares. My heart grimaced when I remembered the dream again. A nightmare that has haunted me for years. Ironically, even on my wedding night this dream still came to haunt me.

I'm very upset.

Uh,

I stared at the wonder of the row of buildings we were passing by right now. This is an apartment building in the city center, as I recall Almira once said if Deon had an apartment near his company.

"We. will live in an apartment?" I asked politely to Deon, trying to hold the tone of my joyful voice.

How am I not happy?

The apartment I was going to live in was Deon's private apartment, where Deon lived most often because it was close to the company. But, the distance of this apartment with my house is not too far but why do I feel if we have spent a lot of time in the car?

"Hem." Then as if reading my mind he then said, "Listen, paparazzi are very happy to make a tantrum so in the future you have to be careful when you get out of the apartment so as not to meet them. I don't want the trouble you've created to reach Almira's ears and have her health compromised."

There is no love.

Deon's heart was always for my sister and I had no place.

Deon and Almira's relationship is well known to the public. A successful young entrepreneur is in love with a beautiful and accomplished model. They have a lot of supporters everywhere. From fans to relatives, they get the blessing of many people. Because their relationship is very good in front of the eyes of the public paparazzi often settles to peg their relationship. Years have passed but Deon and my sister's relationship has never been in trouble.

To this day I have ruined everything. What would people say if the issue was published in a newspaper.

Almira's older brother is secretly having an affair with his fiancee, Deon Dirgantara.

The public must be in an uproar and the public has been massively criticizing me. Frighteningly. I can't think about it.

"Down."

"Oh-yes.." I didn't realize we were in front of Deon's apartment.

I got out of the car. In front of the entrance a middle-aged woman came to greet me and took over my suitcase into her hands.

"Welcome, non Rain. Master said that from tonight non Rain will stay with him here. My name is Auntie Siti, if non Rain needs something at home then feel free to call me." Aunt Siti was the name of that middle-aged woman.

He greeted me politely and kindly.

"Thank you, Aunt Siti. I won't hesitate to look for Aunt in the future." Auntie Siti is so much better than my housemaid.

"Let's non, we go inside." Aunt Siti led the way into the apartment.

I was hesitant at first to step in because Deon still hadn't come. But after I looked back I didn't see Deon's whereabouts. I don't know where he went.

"Let's non, we have to go inside immediately." Urge Aunt Siti.

"Yes, Bi." I ran up a little following Aunt Siti who was already waiting in front.

He then took me into the apartment that I now begin to call home. When I went inside for a moment I was amazed. This house is very spacious unlike ordinary apartments. I think this house is more suitable to be called a penthouse because of its luxurious place.

"Non Rain, this is the living room. The young master usually brought his guests and friends gathered here." Siti's aunt took me around the house, introduced me to each room of the house.

"This is the Young Master's office. More time is spent each day in this place. The young master was also very fond of silence so in the future non Rain would have to pay attention to him so as not to disturb the concentration of the young master while working."

I nodded in understanding whenever Aunt Siti explained. With all the information he gave me I felt very helped.