That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

Hallucinating

In the afternoon, Mayang deliberately stood on the balcony to see the outside situation from a height to drive away boredom. Be aware. Being a prisoner is not much he can do.

From the third floor where he was, he could see the beauty of a part of the city. Thousands of vehicles filled the highway. It was as if everyone wanted to be in the front row.

Mayang sighed softly. Somehow he must interpret the fate that now befalls him. Living as a prisoner, but living in a mansion like a palace. Treated well and prepared everything. It was just .. he felt strange with the young master's strange treatment and attitude.

Then, as Mayang's eyes caught something beautiful that was down there.

"Flowers .. There's a flower garden down there! Really true?" Mayang's eyes immediately sparkled with pleasure.

"I want to go there." Without a second thought, the girl ran down the stairs to get out and look for the existence of the garden she saw from a height. Ignoring the views and warnings of the servants he met, he was so happy when he found the flower garden that turned out to be in the front yard and on the right and left side of the house.

"The park is actually quite large. But why messy and impressed unkempt?If I tidy it up a bit, it might not matter to the young master. Right, right?" The girl muttered. "Looks right. Besides, he's a man, who knows about flowers like this."

Mayang began its activities, ranging from plucking weeds that grow arbitrarily, fixing the position of flower pots and watering and so on.

He was so happy. He really likes flowers. Seeing the various types of flowers that he had just met this time, really became a fresh breeze in the midst of boredom.

Realize if the day is getting late, inevitably Mayang must stop his activities. He first washed his hands and cleaned himself before entering the magnificent house.

"Well, this would look neater. More pleasing to the eye." He smiled with satisfaction while spreading his eyes. A moment later he turned his body, intending to leave the garden. However, just when that was a luxurious car seemed to be walking into the courtyard. He knew it was Brian's car, so he immediately put on a smile to give a welcome when the car stopped and Billy went down to open the president's door.

"What are you doing here?" ask Brian while walking closer to Mayang.

"I just cleaned up the park, sir." Mayang replied while pointing at the park area of his makeover.

"What?" ask Brian as if he can't believe it.

At first he seemed surprised to find Mayang in the park. However, after he circulated the view and found the order of the park had changed one hundred and eighty degrees from the beginning, he just went up black and it succeeded in making Mayang astonished.

"Who told you to change the order of the garden!" brian snapped fiercely with the glare of his eyes that were glaring sharply. His hand also moved to hold Mayang's arm so strong that Mayang grimaced in pain.

"Java!" repeat, because Mayang is still silent mute a thousand languages.

"T–no, Sir. I myself want it," replied Mayang timidly while grimacing with pain.

"What do you really want? Why do you like to disturb my calm!" Brian squeezed both of Mayang's arms. Because he was so furious, he even shook the girl's body and suddenly released violently until Mayang staggered back.

"What's my fault, sir? Why are you angry? I was just cleaning the garden, and not ruining it!"

"Shut up!" snapped Brian instantly. He did not want to listen to any explanation Mayang. The girl immediately tiptoed, then tightly pursed her lips.

Undeniably, Brian's anger this time really scared him. However, more on that he was actually made confused. What exactly is her fault?

"Take him to his room!" tell Brian to his bodyguard. "And make sure he doesn't get out of there for the next few days!"

Brian's voice sounded like thunderbolts. Mayang's body was trembling. Men look more horrible when they are angry. He could only stare at the wide backs of Brian and Billy who moved into the house first with teary eyes.

Mayang could only resign as the bodyguard led her back to the room.

He never thought because his intention to clean the park actually ended with punishment.

********

It's been two days since Mayang was allowed out of his room. Everything that concerns his needs is already available in the room. Kuswara was also so understanding to him, that he brought some books to read to ward off boredom.

Maddened. Mayang did not even feel himself being punished at all.

The sound of knocking on the door that afternoon made Mayang who was only wearing a kimono towel frown. A few moments later the door opened from the outside and Kuswara appeared with two servants.

"Mrs Kuswara?"

"Has the lady been in the shower?" ask the head of the housekeeper because he saw the hair mayang wet.

"Yes, Miss Kus. Sorry I went out without wearing clothes. For a moment, I'll put on some clothes."

"Darling."

Mayang who was about to move suddenly stopped when his name was called.

"Yes, Miss Kus?" tanyanya turned her body.

"What if I pick the shirt?"

"meaning?" Not understanding Kuswara's intentions, Amara asked as she knitted her brows.

Kuswara then sort out the clothes in each closet. Then take a sheet that he considered beautiful, then give it to Mayang.

"This shirt?"

Mayang like not believing to see the clothes chosen by Kuswara. He felt hesitant, because the shirt is more suitable for use for parties or formal events, and not for night clothes.

"Seriously dong Bu Kuswara, I'm not going anywhere."

"Indeed right. But ... It doesn't matter, right if the lady tries this shirt first."

"Yes, well, Miss Kuswara." Although it felt strange, but Mayang eventually chose to obey because Kuswara continued to urge. How else would you like? That's it, isn't it his capacity here?

Mayang could only resign as the servants helped her change her clothes and put on makeup. Even Kuswara who reasoned to try new make-up is still hard to believe. The middle-aged woman deliberately changed the words so that she did not suspect anything. However, still, in Mayang's mind is still tucked into a big question mark.

"Mom Kus, do we want to play salons?"

Mayang's innocent question almost made Kuswara laugh. Luckily he was still able to control himself and act as usual calm as ever.

"Yes, Mayang. We're playing salon. You like it, don't you?" Kuswara deliberately said so that Mayang stopped asking.

Mayang looked at himself through the reflection of the mirror and barely recognized that it was him.

"Beautiful, right," Kuswara said to Mayang who still admired him.

"Yes Bu Kus. The make-up is very good," flattered Mayang with a fluffy smile. He turned to Kuswara, and asked curiously. "But Miss Kus, why am I dressing up this beautiful?"

"Just try some new make-up, Mayang. As I said before." Kuswara stick to the original explanation, and it succeeded in making Mayang upset. But the girl could only swallow the curiosity raw.

"Is Mayang hungry? How about eating first? It just so happens that dinner dishes are already prepared at the dinner table."

"Bu Kus, am I not being punished not to go out of the room? Why is dinner at the dinner table? Is this not a violation?" Mayang asked in a reminiscent tone, and it managed to get Kuswara choked up.

"Yes, Mayang. But since you're not home, it doesn't matter if you're out of the room for a while. You must be bored, right?"

"Hem." Mayang nodded weakly.

"Let's go to the dining room."

"If so, the clothes are changed. I'm running, right, playing the salons?

"Later after you finish eating, yeah. Now we go to the dining room first."

***

At the dinner table, all the dishes were served on the table. Kuswara pulled one seat and let Mayang sit there.

"Am I the only one eating here?"

"Truly miss."

"But why is the dish this much? Oh yeah, is the young master home yet?"

"Young master is out of town and he doesn't seem to be coming home."

"Hmmm. Not even the master wants to go home because of me." Mayang muttered with a guilty mimic.

"It's not. It just so happened that he had some business, so he couldn't go home."

"Oh so? Good though. If so, let's eat together. I can't possibly spend it all alone, can I."

"Thank you, madam. But the lady will only eat alone." Kuswara stroked Mayang's back. He was almost out of words to explain to this much-questioning girl.

"Let's see, lady, how about the lady imagine she's eating with a prince."

"Prince?" Mayang's eyes immediately sparkled with pleasure. He had always dreamed of a prince. But why did he suddenly feel so awkward?

"What does Ms. Kuswara mean, you want me to hallucinate being dating a guy, do you?"

"Frightly so."

"Snack." Mayang. When Weni was so incessantly aware of her delusion, Kuswara asked her to fantasize. What the hell do they want?

Seriate