The Ruler's Love Contract

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One o'clock in the afternoon Dubai time and beyond...

After resolving the misunderstanding, we finally set off for my master's salon. Arriving at the salon I was immediately dressed and wearing a long dress. The dress I was wearing was so closed that it was limited to my ankles. The color is sky blue, looks soothing to the eyes.

My master himself only wore a long-sleeved white shirt that rolled up to the elbow. While his subordinates he wore black levis and pantofel shoes. We intend to meet the invitation of former workers first. And it looks like today will be completely different.

The ring from her is still ringing on my ring finger. On his ring finger is also still the circular ring of our bond marks. My master bought a pair of white gold rings that he said were carved directly by the famous expert in this city. Who is I don't know. But maybe the price of the gift ring from him is very expensive because there is a small diamond decoration in the middle.

My master is not stingy. He was so loyal and did not count at all with his money. It even asked me to spend ten thousand dollars in one week. Or about one hundred and fifty million per week. And that's just for his weekly shopping needs, not with the others.

To this day I don't know what his job is. Maybe I'd rather wait for him to tell me in person than ask himself. I've only been a matter of weeks with him, not much to know about that other side of him.

"Welcome, Mr. Rain."

An old man welcomed us when we entered a magnificent residence in one of the areas in Dubai City. His house looks vibrant with balloon decorations and also color paper arranged so beautifully. It doesn't seem much different than a birthday party in my country. But I saw a young mother holding her baby. And the baby has been given gold jewelry from head to toe.

My master's conversation with this old man came to a halt for a moment as the old man asked who I was. My master smiled embarrassedly to say so. But it seemed, the old man understood without needing to be spoken first.

"alright. Come in, Mr. Rain. We're taking pictures together." The old man invited us in, close to the baby.

I walk by my master's side groggy instead of playing. This was my first time being invited to a non-formal event by her. Of course, the family present the owner of the event. So I should be able to blend in with the others.

"Mr Rain, you haven't seen each other in a long time." A fashionably dressed grandmother came and shook hands with my master.

"It seems like there's been a lot of change here." My master responded to that fashionable grandmother.

"Hm, yeah. Neither can they be separated from your help, Sir. And this is ...?" The grandmother looked at me.

"She Ara, she—"

"Of course it's his future wife, ma'am." Suddenly someone interrupted my master's words.

"Hey, El!" My master hugged a Middle Eastern man who did not seem to be much different in age.

"Hurry up to catch up with us. So that my son has a friend" ledek a man named El.

"Huh, you're this." My master smiled to himself.

"After that, let's take a photo." My grandmother asked us to take a picture together.

The house I visited was so big. Maybe because it was deliberately emptied in it so it looks very airy. I got confused which is the living room, where is the living room and dining room. Everything just slaps.

Uh, she's grabbing my waist?

In the photo session with me I stood on his left side and he grabbed my waist as the photographer took our picture. I was soon asked to hold a newborn baby. Maybe he's about seven days old.

"Miss, please carry the baby. Mr. Rain act like a husband" the photographer asked.

I was surprised by the photographer's request. I don't know why I was asked to hold the baby, like I had just given birth. And my master was asked to pretend to be my husband.

Is this a tradition for people here?

I don't know why there are sessions like this. My master also quickly took out his smartphone from his pants pocket, then handed the phone to the man named El. And now I'm holding that beautiful, wry-eyed baby.

"Master Rain rested a little on her chin on my shoulder." The photographer asked for it back.

"Ara, I'm putting your hair to the side, yeah."

He immediately revealed my hair to the side and then brought his chin closer to my shoulder. I felt like I was his wife who had just given birth to his baby.

"One ... two ... three! Okay." Okay." The photographer finished shooting. "Em, one more sir." The photographer asked for it.

What the hell does he want, anyway? I was confused. I thought it was over, not yet.

"Miss, tilt the baby towards the camera slightly. Yeah, so." He asked me. "Mr Rain kisses my lady whole heart, "" she asked again.

I could do nothing but obey the photographer. And my master obeyed him. He kissed my forehead while holding these two arms. I closed my eyes while holding the baby.

"Okay, enough." The photographer ended the session.

"You guys are a good couple. It looks like a frequency, huh?" My master's friend named El was mocked while handing over a cell phone.

"Just pray for it." My master smiled as he put both of his hands into his pants pocket.

"Miss, hopefully contagious soon. We're waiting for the happy news." Looks like my master's friend's wife spoke up because she took the baby away from me.

I just smiled, too, responding.

"Alright, then please taste the cake. We'll take a minute." My master's friend said goodbye.

My cheeks are somehow red at the moment. He wanted to hide so he wouldn't be seen by her. But it seems, he likes it.

"See our photos, Ara!" He asked me to look at the camera shots of his cell phone.

"I ...." I was confused how.

"According to people's beliefs here, pretend it's going to come true. So they're asking us to take a picture with the baby so it's contagious." He explains.

"Really, right?" I'm appalled.

"He-it." He's nodding. "So soon, I'll get you a drink." My lord intends to leave.

"He-it." I also nodded.

"Quickly contagious," he said, rubbing my stomach and then passing away.

Mr ....

My heart felt very peaceful. She seems ready to hold her baby. My heart blossoms more than the flower garden that is blooming. But baby, until now he has not expressed his love for me.

Is it hard to say I love you?

Sometimes my heart wondered with her attitude that was so quick to get me married. I think this happens very rarely. In just a matter of days everything changed instantly. Nothing is impossible if God wills it. Yes, I've, I'll just run with what's there.

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The First Part is finished