Temporary Marriage With Named People

Memories are unforgettable

...Morning time...

Wilona rushed to clean the house and prepare breakfast in a hurry, but it seemed like the time was still not enough, he already looked exhausted. Sweat had even flowed down his body.

Okta happened to come down for a drink. The aroma of cooking filling the corner of the room arouses the taste of anyone who comes close.

His footsteps came to a halt, silent for a moment observing Wilona who was so busy pacing back and forth preparing everything.

Her hair was tied up in a curl, a black apron that was perfectly attached to her nightgown and the mini pants she still wore. His sweat even flowed soaking the edge of his hair, neck to his back shirt.

Okta immediately remembered the Alm. Her mother, when she was alive, always kept herself busy in the kitchen, making special dishes for Okta and dad.

Many servants there, not to make the mother relax, but with the joy of preparing dishes while joking with the servants, the look was even the same as Wilona today, in simple clothes, with simple clothes, tied hair and attached apron.

"Good morning sir." Wilona greeted while putting the omelette eggs on the table.

Okta regained consciousness from her daydream and then continued to pick up the mineral bottle in the refrigerator.

While Wilona is still busy arranging rice and other side dishes on the table.

As he was heading to the dining table, Okta saw Wilona from behind, his memory of his mother came back at a glance, he tried to shift his mind by looking at the dining room wall.

Until finally his gaze fell on the egg omelet on the table.

Okta was so surprised because this is exactly the same as what used to be often made by her mother.

Okta then gripped Wilona's shoulders, twisting her body so they faced each other very closely.

"Auuu, sick." Wilona seemed to grimace in pain while holding her shoulder.

They looked at each other at a very close distance.

"Sick sir." said Wilona once again.

Okta regained her senses and let go of her hand, shifting Wilona's body, so she almost lost her balance. Okta then sat down to calm her mind as she continued to stare at the omelet without even blinking a single blink.

"Me, eat now." Her voice is soft.

"Haaah, but it's still hot, Mr. Okta better take a shower and get ready first, I'm still sweating like this!"

Okta stared intently at Wilona without a word. Wilona began to be able to understand the meaning of the gaze (for a long time the signal was strong like Judika ya ^^)

"I'll get you a plate and a spoon first." In a hurry Wilona immediately headed for the plate rack and took everything necessary for breakfast.

Now what other feeling did he feel. Early in the morning, we faced this strange man. Inner Wilona.

Soon Okta picked up the piece of omelette in front of her, and ate it quickly.

All the nostalgia about her mother is reoccurring.

For both form and taste are exactly the same as the memories that are still stuck in his mind.

Okta stared at Wilona's face for so long, as did Wilona who was staring at her while repeatedly blinking in confusion with Okta's attitude this morning.

Why is he? what exactly is he thinking? Why is his attitude strange this morning.

"Ehem (Wilona tries to thump to start the conversation), what does it feel like?

"It's, it's good." Okta replied with her mouth still chewing.

Eheey time anyway, (with a denying expression) Okta why yes, usually he never responds positively every time I ask. Why do I feel like he's weird and scary if it's like this.

Finally they had breakfast together finishing all the food at the table. Wilona is also forced to accompany Okta even though her clothes are wet with sweat.

"Sir Okta." Wilona again asked after the food was almost finished, Okta then looked at Wilona

"Emmm, I don't seem to have enough time to clean the house and make breakfast so early, it feels so rushed because I need preparation too before leaving for work."

Okta then sees Wilona's shirt wet with sweat.

"When did I tell you to clean up so early?" okta said with a contemptuous tone

"What???"

Well his true nature reappears, always protesting every time I speak.

"L-at least help me to wash the dishes and clean this table."

"WHAT??? Oye! How dare you play orders this time."

"Well we both work after this, at least the Okta pact must also be responsible as long as there are no servants at home.

The Judika section once said all the servants here are returned home, why the hell sir, not good if there are them here." Wilona spoke while putting her plate glass in the sink.

Okta approached Wilona, carrying her glass.

"Ohhh, so you want us to sleep in one room."

"Huh?sleep on? hahaha definitely never will at all, no will, don't be silly sir. Why also suddenly discuss that unimportant matter."

"really? You're not interested at all?"

"Of course not."

"dumb whey .. Then use your brain, if you want the waiter to stay here, that means you have to want to sleep in my room, too, indeed you do not know that these servants will always be ready to report everything if father asks about us."

"Ahhh right .. so that's why they're not here."

"Bas stupid." Walking up to Wilona while putting her glass in the sink.

Wilona was slightly goosebumps feeling Okta who put a glass and was right behind him that close.

"From tomorrow I wash the dishes." Then Okta passed to her room.

Wilona stopped washing her dishes, letting the tap water flow profusely soaked her hands. He looked at Okta who was walking away.

He did not believe that Okta, a famous, famous and wealthy businessman, also wanted to be invited to cooperate in kitchen affairs.

Hehehe..why am I so happy like this huh (smile himself while repeatedly turning back ), instead of him being stubborn?

I feel like I won a big battle if he wanted to do this. So dong, once in a while.

They both returned to work according to their routines.

...Afternoon ... Preparation to go to dad's house...

Wilona who went down the stairs greeted Judika who had been waiting since earlier below.

This time Wilona appeared neater, her hair tied in half, wearing white hem and black cloth pants along with leather shoes given by her father.

"Hi Jud, you've been since?" Greeting with a smile and sparkling eyes (who does not smile sees a gentleman as polite and good-natured as Judika, like a rose who is waiting for a jack under the stairs in a titanic movie ^^)

"Good afternoon, madam."

"Em...Where is Pak Okta? He hasn't come down yet?"

"Master is still in the madam's office." While his hands take out the hp from his pocket.

*check* 

Wilona is more focused on going down the stairs and does not know that skillfully Judika takes a photo of Wilona secretly then sends it to her master.

On the screen, Judika is chatting with her master;

*Ci**h, I thought that woman was. Continue*

Well sir.

Hmmm, it's not bad at least there's no debate in the car right now (wilona mutters seeing Okta's absence)

...

In the Car

"Jude?" ask Wilona.

"Yes, madam."

"Have you guys never fought all this time?"

"How did you get elected?"

"It looks like no one can last that long with that antiques unless you are."

"Emmm, so is Madam." Judika replied briefly with her smile.

"You can tell me that you're upset with him, you're just venting emotions, you can't stand it, I promise you I won't tell him.

You've been with her for too long, it's impossible not to be upset with her. Aye right?

I'm even dying every second to hit him in the face, or at least grab his hair if he's frayed."

"Well, my mistress wouldn't dare to do that" Judika said.

"really? Ahahahaha Jud you are great for being able to last this long." Wilona patted Judika on the shoulder.

"I'm just returning the favor because you once saved me and my family."

"Huh?"

"Ah, it's nothing madam." Judika smiled in response but her eyes remained focused on driving the car.

Hmmm, return the favor? maybe there's a point as to why Judika can stay this long. Wilona fell silent while pondering over Judika's words.

The journey passed, they had entered the elite area where the buildings and city lights had begun to appear lined up, Finally the car stopped at a famous shopping center.

"Eh Jud, why are we here?" Wilona was puzzled to see around the area that looked majestic. Judika just shut up and opened the door for Wilona.

"Madam, let me take you inside."

"D-yes." Still seeming to wonder inwardly, why are they down here.

Arriving inside, several uniformed officers lined up, welcoming Wilona. A man with a high posture clad in a luxurious suit came closer.

"Good afternoon madam, introduce me Clinton Chief of this department, I will help the madam today.

Huh, what is this? helped what? (wilona's eyes widened, his expression certainly became confused, he turned to the right to the left looking for an answer what was with this situation)

Judika who stood behind Wilona coded the officers by bowing her head. And immediately the officers brought Wilona into the room.

"Eh. but..." Wilona walked while looking back where Judika was standing, She only saw Judika smiling while bowing her head to her.

Hey.. Where am I taking it?

...

Seriate

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