Stuck in Secret Marriage

1. Prologues

Human life begins at zero. From a baby who knows nothing, then crawls, and keeps trying to make it able to stand alone.

Achievement will only be achieved if we keep trying.

But, what is achievement?

Is that the end of the fight?

Yep. Achievement is the end of a struggle. But, will life also end there?

No. gabe. Life is not just a struggle.

After successfully grasping an achievement, the struggle will be needed again. A struggle to survive. Unfortunately, I have failed in this fight.

Yesterday, I met Raga at a bar. He invited me so we could talk and get one step closer. I agreed to it because I thought, with us being close, it could ease the filming of a movie, which we would star as lovers. However, I was wrong. My decision to come here actually thwarted the screening of the film.

The next day, I woke up to a crowd around me. As my eyes opened, I was surprised to find many people surrounding me and showering camera lightning on me.

I woke up my back, made the shirt I wore fall off and showed off my black bra. I don't remember ever unbuttoning it and laying myself in this strange place.

Yep. After my eyes went around, I did not know this place at all. And I didn't find any of my memories that brought me here.

I'm here without knowing anything.

Before long, my manager came. He immediately covered me with his leather jacket. We also quickly broke through the reporters.

In my agency office, Mr. Rudi, the CEO of the agency that had been overshadowing me for three years, immediately shot me with a question. He forced me to answer questions I couldn't answer. I even had trouble digesting what topic he was talking about. I just knew everything, when my manager gave me a tablet. My eyes widened reading the news headline on the screen there.

SCANDAL BEHIND THE SCENES.

My name and Raga are listed, beginning the beginning of this news paragraph. Then followed by thousands of blasphemous comments below.

My manager took the tablet before my reading was over. I directly looked. Grip his arm tightly. Trying to find a wall that can support me to stand.

“A-what happened to me?”

“That was also what Mr. Rudi asked you.”

My side and Arga's side have been throwing accusations at each other for several days. I reveal all the truth I know. Arga turned things around. Where he invited me, in public he accused me of inviting him. We even involve the law. Unfortunately, no evidence was found. The proof of the message Arga sent me also disappeared.

This issue does not stop at the decision of the judge. Arga and his wife did not stop accusing me. Draw public anger and ruin my good name. There is no more Star Angel for me. Just a destroyer of people's households.

This matter ended with my dismissal for my negligence in keeping my good name on the contract. One by one the notes were sent to me. Makes me preoccupy with thoughts other than the scandal.

No more movies, commercials or soap operas for me. I was also rejected when I offered myself. There is no door open. Even just a meatball stall, they wouldn't hire a washerman if it was me.

My apartment was for sale and all my luxury goods were gone. Only a small house left by my parents in Malang. I also went back to my hometown.

True said my father when I was a child, “There is nothing better than having your own home. Even if you don't have any food, you still have soil to bury your corpse.”

Now, I'm back. Back again in the lower phase of a baby who has not been able to crawl. Ah, more than that. I'm not even standing at zero. But the negative point.

-oOo-“If so, marry me. Then, your debt will turn into my responsibility as your husband.”

My ears are getting hotter. It's as if the embers touched my ears. My head turned in a stiff motion. My mouth is still open, open. How can this guy keep teasing me?

“I'm serious,” added the man, as if to hear the doubt in my heart.

“My power is much.”

“How much? Ten million? Fifty million? Two hundred million?” The man said the whole nominal so lightly.

“Five hundred million,” I clarify.

I thought that man would be silent because the choice was heavy. Or at least, the man would be surprised and screech, “What are you doing with that much money? Did you eat one cardboard micin per day?”— as I told my father before he died. However, the man's calm remained unshaken. Again, he raised his smile. “Good. I'll pay it off later tonight,” she said, as if the mother who heard her son had just been served at the store next door.

My forehead wrinkled. “You're not a sane person, are you? Or are you a fraud?” Anyone would make the same accusation as me.

The man pulled something out of his pocket. Then he handed me a card. “That's my business card. You can browse about me today, but our wedding will be tomorrow.”

I am not interested in his words regarding marriage, but in the restaurant Million Stars written in the business card. I know it is one of the best restaurants in Indonesia. And now, I was in front of the owner—

Am I dreaming?

“If you are right, why did you marry me? Until I bother to pay off my debt?” I brought up the silliest thing in this conversation.

“You asked too many questions, yes?” The man laughed softly. “Now, let me ask. You agree to marry me or agree I yell if there's a pickpocket here?”

“What the fuck? You threatening me?” i'm squealing. How could he corner me after putting on his angel face?

“I told you, I asked you.”

I snort in annoyance. Whatever the explanation, the point is that he cornered me. I had no choice but to accept that lightning proposal. The second, however, is not really an option. That guy must know that I wouldn't choose him.

“But, as you said, I can trace the truth about you today. So, I want you to take me to the restaurant Million Stars, and come with me to go in there.” I gave it a condition.

The man laughed softly again. Then nod. “Good.”

After a long silence and overshadowing this debate, the luxurious black car I had moved. The man started driving his car. The mellow music swirled, ruling the space between us.

A female voice chants her song in Chinese. I don't understand the meaning. However, the song managed to get me carried away. Moreover, the man tuned it repeatedly. He didn't look bored one bit. Enjoy it with a sparkling view. After I looked carefully, this man had a white face with rather small eyes. He enjoyed this foreign language song. Kuduga, the blood of the Chinese is flowing in his body.

The man actually took me to a three-story restaurant that I had seen only in pictures. He proved his true position. Makes me regret being stuck in her life. Now, I have to prepare myself for our marriage tomorrow.

After the restaurant, the man took me to his house. Actually, this is not a residential area. However, the situation around here is so quiet. Calm and comfortable for people who always go home to work in a state of fatigue.

I stood amazed to see the house standing in front of me. The house is blue, simple, and not so big. It is like a regular house. Does not reflect the high position of this man. He's not playing me, is he?

“What are you doing? Come log in!” the man's cry broke my daydream. But I don't want to lift my steps anymore.

“What are you taking me to your house for? We can meet tomorrow. Anyway, what's the guarantee that you won't do anything to me?”

The man raised his smile. I wonder if he has always been like that?

“Doing nothing like what? What was it like I suddenly thought?”

The man started teasing me, even before our wedding took place. It's annoying. I turned my body to leave. However, the man managed to block my hand.

“I just don't want if you run away so aja.”

I'm turning. The man did not let out his voice like an angry man. He looked at me fixedly with eyeballs that reflected concern. To be honest, his gaze had touched my heart. However, I immediately brushed it off. Then entering the house followed his steps.

Again, I was flabbergasted. The contents of this house are even simpler than the usual houses. In the living room there are only wooden benches and a small glass-lined table. There was nothing on the wall, just a photo. The man told me to enter a room. Then he entered the room next to me.

I looked at the whole room. Nor is it big. There are only beds and cabinets like a boarding room.

Before I sat myself on the bed, the man was already standing in the middle of the door.

“After this shower. Excuse me. For now, I can only lend you my clothes. Your goods will be delivered tomorrow morning.”

I'm nodding. Before I stepped my foot, the man had already crossed the line of the door. He put a pile of clothes in his arms onto the bed.

“Sit.”

I also sit. Just follow it.

The man crouched down in front of me after putting down a large P3K box. He pulled out the scissors from there.

“What do you want to do?” many fear. Suddenly, the shadow of a murder film appeared in my head.

The man is still smiling. Trying to calm my anxiety. “I only intend to clean your wound. Your feet will sting when splashed with water, before your wounds are bandaged. I hope you won't misunderstand me.”

“Ba-okay.” I gave him the green light.

The man moved his scissors to tear off my gym pants. Pretty much. He ripped it to above the knee. I'm a little embarrassed. But how else? What the man said is true. After all, I won't be able to take care of my injuries alone.

The man began to clean my wounds with an antiseptic-dipped cotton pad. He takes good care of my wounds, like a doctor.

I turned my eyes the other way. Spend this full time of awkwardness with the residence.

“Udah.”

Now, my leg has been bandaged.

“Are we really getting married tomorrow?” I asked when the man was busy fixing his P3K box.

The man raised his face. Then blinked his eyes. “Again, I've repaid all your debts.”

The man pulled the phone out of his pocket and thrust it at me. His phone screen displays a message room with a statement of debt repayment. While the sender number is the same as the number that has always bothered me all this time.

“My power is a lot, you know. How can you pay it all off?” My eyebrows are closely attracted. I want to shout this man's madness.

“Because I have money and I want to marry you.”

“What exactly attracted you to me? I am poor and can make you ashamed. I'm not a good person. I'm burglar. I can hurt you anytime. And I can't act like a wife. I can't even cook food other than instant noodles.” Here I benefit. But I am the one who objected.

“Poverty does not make a person stupid. I'm not afraid that you're trying to harm me someday. What you do is your decision, while keeping what is mine is my responsibility. For cooking, you just calm down, you will not starve during your stay here. I went through my youth in the food business. So, I'm smart enough to cook just fried rice.” The man responded to my entire objection with his composure. He wakes up and lifts his P3K box. “Lagian, I've never been interested in you.”

Is that an explanation? In fact, I don't even understand the meaning of the sentence.

“Mas Rendy ...”

The man stopped his new foot from stepping once, after hearing me say his name.

“Did you like me since the first time your sight fell on me?”

It's insane! But I really asked him.

-oOo

“If so, marry me. Then, your debt will turn into my responsibility as your husband.”

My ears are getting hotter. It's as if the embers touched my ears. My head turned in a stiff motion. My mouth is still open, open. How can this guy keep teasing me?

“I'm serious,” added the man, as if to hear the doubt in my heart.

“My power is much.”

“How much? Ten million? Fifty million? Two hundred million?” The man said the whole nominal so lightly.

“Five hundred million,” I clarify.

I thought that man would be silent because the choice was heavy. Or at least, the man would be surprised and screech, “What are you doing with that much money? Did you eat one cardboard micin per day?”— as I told my father before he died. However, the man's calm remained unshaken. Again, he raised his smile. “Good. I'll pay it off later tonight,” she said, as if the mother who heard her son had just been served at the store next door.

My forehead wrinkled. “You're not a sane person, are you? Or are you a fraud?” Anyone would make the same accusation as me.

The man pulled something out of his pocket. Then he handed me a card. “That's my business card. You can browse about me today, but our wedding will be tomorrow.”

I am not interested in his words regarding marriage, but in the restaurant Million Stars written in the business card. I know it is one of the best restaurants in Indonesia. And now, I was in front of the owner—

Am I dreaming?

“If you are right, why did you marry me? Until I bother to pay off my debt?” I brought up the silliest thing in this conversation.

“You asked too many questions, yes?” The man laughed softly. “Now, let me ask. You agree to marry me or agree I yell if there's a pickpocket here?”

“What the fuck? You threatening me?” i'm squealing. How could he corner me after putting on his angel face?

“I told you, I asked you.”

I snort in annoyance. Whatever the explanation, the point is that he cornered me. I had no choice but to accept that lightning proposal. The second, however, is not really an option. That guy must know that I wouldn't choose him.

“But, as you said, I can trace the truth about you today. So, I want you to take me to the restaurant Million Stars, and come with me to go in there.” I gave it a condition.

The man laughed softly again. Then nod. “Good.”

After a long silence and overshadowing this debate, the luxurious black car I had moved. The man started driving his car. The mellow music swirled, ruling the space between us.

A female voice chants her song in Chinese. I don't understand the meaning. However, the song managed to get me carried away. Moreover, the man tuned it repeatedly. He didn't look bored one bit. Enjoy it with a sparkling view. After I looked carefully, this man had a white face with rather small eyes. He enjoyed this foreign language song. Kuduga, the blood of the Chinese is flowing in his body.

The man actually took me to a three-story restaurant that I had seen only in pictures. He proved his true position. Makes me regret being stuck in her life. Now, I have to prepare myself for our marriage tomorrow.

After the restaurant, the man took me to his house. Actually, this is not a residential area. However, the situation around here is so quiet. Calm and comfortable for people who always go home to work in a state of fatigue.

I stood amazed to see the house standing in front of me. The house is blue, simple, and not so big. It is like a regular house. Does not reflect the high position of this man. He's not playing me, is he?

“What are you doing? Come log in!” the man's cry broke my daydream. But I don't want to lift my steps anymore.

“What are you taking me to your house for? We can meet tomorrow. Anyway, what's the guarantee that you won't do anything to me?”

The man raised his smile. I wonder if he has always been like that?

“Doing nothing like what? What was it like I suddenly thought?”

The man started teasing me, even before our wedding took place. It's annoying. I turned my body to leave. However, the man managed to block my hand.

“I just don't want if you run away so aja.”

I'm turning. The man did not let out his voice like an angry man. He looked at me fixedly with eyeballs that reflected concern. To be honest, his gaze had touched my heart. However, I immediately brushed it off. Then entering the house followed his steps.

Again, I was flabbergasted. The contents of this house are even simpler than the usual houses. In the living room there are only wooden benches and a small glass-lined table. There was nothing on the wall, just a photo. The man told me to enter a room. Then he entered the room next to me.

I looked at the whole room. Nor is it big. There are only beds and cabinets like a boarding room.

Before I sat myself on the bed, the man was already standing in the middle of the door.

“After this shower. Excuse me. For now, I can only lend you my clothes. Your goods will be delivered tomorrow morning.”

I'm nodding. Before I stepped my foot, the man had already crossed the line of the door. He put a pile of clothes in his arms onto the bed.

“Sit.”

I also sit. Just follow it.

The man crouched down in front of me after putting down a large P3K box. He pulled out the scissors from there.

“What do you want to do?” many fear. Suddenly, the shadow of a murder film appeared in my head.

The man is still smiling. Trying to calm my anxiety. “I only intend to clean your wound. Your feet will sting when splashed with water, before your wounds are bandaged. I hope you won't misunderstand me.”

“Ba-okay.” I gave him the green light.

The man moved his scissors to tear off my gym pants. Pretty much. He ripped it to above the knee. I'm a little embarrassed. But how else? What the man said is true. After all, I won't be able to take care of my injuries alone.

The man began to clean my wounds with an antiseptic-dipped cotton pad. He takes good care of my wounds, like a doctor.

I turned my eyes the other way. Spend this full time of awkwardness with the residence.

“Udah.”

Now, my leg has been bandaged.

“Are we really getting married tomorrow?” I asked when the man was busy fixing his P3K box.

The man raised his face. Then blinked his eyes. “Again, I've repaid all your debts.”

The man pulled the phone out of his pocket and thrust it at me. His phone screen displays a message room with a statement of debt repayment. While the sender number is the same as the number that has always bothered me all this time.

“My power is a lot, you know. How can you pay it all off?” My eyebrows are closely attracted. I want to shout this man's madness.

“Because I have money and I want to marry you.”

“What exactly attracted you to me? I am poor and can make you ashamed. I'm not a good person. I'm burglar. I can hurt you anytime. And I can't act like a wife. I can't even cook food other than instant noodles.” Here I benefit. But I am the one who objected.

“Poverty does not make a person stupid. I'm not afraid that you're trying to harm me someday. What you do is your decision, while keeping what is mine is my responsibility. For cooking, you just calm down, you will not starve during your stay here. I went through my youth in the food business. So, I'm smart enough to cook just fried rice.” The man responded to my entire objection with his composure. He wakes up and lifts his P3K box. “Lagian, I've never been interested in you.”

Is that an explanation? In fact, I don't even understand the meaning of the sentence.

“Mas Rendy ...”

The man stopped his new foot from stepping once, after hearing me say his name.

“Did you like me since the first time your sight fell on me?”

It's insane! But I really asked him.

-oOo