Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

 He can't wait to be a player in it too. But could Harry allow him?

"Of course!" Cleo said confidently.

 Sure that was contrived of course.

"That's why Harry brought me here because he so wanted everyone to know that I am his legal wife right now!"

 Cleo grumbled to herself. Oh, God! Until when will this game end? This was even the beginning!

 Cleo continued her disgusting words.

 "So that, any woman who puts her heart on my dear husband, will be knocked back by itself without being able to be prevented by anyone. Isn't it possible to surpass two and three islands for once rowing?" Cleo said sadly.

 Eh, wrong!

 Pleasure she meant. Wasn't it possible for a wife who was so lucky that she didn't seem to be happy to found her husband showing off in front of other people?

 Cleo lamented his thoughts with great doubt.

 Tch! What's lucky and flaunting it in public? Instead, Harry imprisoned her like a bird in a cage!

 Look at his actions today and how Cleo was so frustrated by it. Currently, if Cleo was still the same as before. Having several different jobs in one day. Cleo definitely wouldn't waste herself in a room that wasn't air of freedom!

But because of a man who was not jelangkung can be invited or expelled by Cleo at will, Cleo can't help but praise her husband to an imaginary level. 'My beloved husband? My damned husband is just right!' Cleo cursed honestly.

 Alfin laughed very loudly in response to Cleo's words. Cleo looked at him confused.

 What's really in the brain of this cute one dimple guy?

  Why did Alfin seem always happy to listen to whatever Cleo had to say?

 Even though Cleo couldn't guess what he was really thinking. But seeing this gesture that seemed like he was asking to be pinched, Cleo couldn't help but stare at Alfin with a strange look.

 Was this Harry cousin the type of cousin who loved to see his other cousins ​​especially Harry struggling? Or was Alfin the type of person who was always relaxed and didn't care about other people's lives? So that he didn't have the burden of life?

 That's why, Alfin looked very satisfied with all the joking answers that Cleo gave so seriously trying?

 Hah! Once again. Whatever it was, Cleo didn't want to care.

 Didn't care about all of his thoughts about Cleo's acting that looked ridiculous or pretentious, even thrilling. As long as Cleo did not violate the articles in the marriage agreement letter, aka "marriage contract".

Her attitude this time clearly couldn't be bothered by that cold-blooded man, right?

Why did Alfin's laughter made Cleo felt stupid and cheated?

Cleo thought hard in her heart.

 ***

 Until a few days later, Cleo's non-business in the office disturbed Dirga's comfort in walking around in and out of his boss's room, which had never been anyone else there besides its great owner.

 Dirga whispered a little softly to Harry.

 "Sir, are you not going to do something about her?" Dirga asked, pointing at Cleo, who was sitting relaxed in her chair.

 Harry looked at him then glanced at Cleo.

 Currently they were in Harry's office. Not just the two of them. But three.

 Because Dirga entered Harry's room to give some reports and mention some of Harry's schedules for tomorrow. Dirga had been anxiously expressing some of his uneasiness over the past few days.

Cleo sat far enough away from them to hear their quiet conversation.

 It has been almost a week since Miss Cleo was brought in by his boss into the company. Never did something. The wife of her boss was just sitting and relaxing in her original position until the end of office hours.

 Not because Cleo has finished her work or was resting to stretch her muscles. But Cleo really didn't have any work since she first came to the office until now!

 It's not because Cleo can't work or everyone was confused about how to give her any work. But more due to the absence of special instructions from the owner of the company for his unemployed wife!

 Oh, God!

 Couldn't Mr. Harry see that his Lady's attitude was taking up enough attention?

 Since Miss Cleo's arrival to his office, there had been many pairs of eyes and ears who were eager to know what and how her new mistress was doing.

 But, instead of giving a special job that Miss Cleo was supposed to be able to do. Or at least give her an early lesson about the ins and outs of the company. Mr. Harry even ignored the woman sitting there daydreaming, reading the occasional novel when she brought it with her, or playing games on her old cell phone.

Was this an example for all the staff in this office? Dirga seemed to feel suddenly attacked by rheumatism. Didn't that Master ever thought ahead to anticipate this matter?

 Dirga knew, Mr. Harry brought Miss Cleo here because of the insistence of his unique mistress. But was it necessary, Mr. Harry brought her here almost every day?

 After all, Mr. Harry even "goldly" Miss Cleo by letting her do whatever she wanted. And locked her up here?

 Dirga was again anxious, remembering that several workers had come here and saw the condition of his mistress. It was inconceivable what kind of confusion came over them after that.

 "Mr. Harry, I know you brought her here to show her your care for the Madame. But by leaving Miss Cleo alone without doing anything. Aren't you afraid that Mrs. Sofia's spy will accidentally see and report all this to her? I am sure, you do not want to be criticized again," Dirga said, giving some considerations and suggestions.

Harry frowned slightly, when he met Dirga's gaze.

Why were there so many people, so interested in his affairs? After grandmother lectured him? Alfin was worried about it? Now Dirga also wanted to persuade him?

 Hah! Did Harry even have to continued taking care of Cleo's business that he didn't want to care about himself?

 Harry fiddled with the little pen in his hand in a circular direction.

 "Rather than that, have you taken care of what I asked for?" Harry asked curiously.

 Dirga slightly tilted his head. Then Harry resumed his questioning.

 "Have you found out what she does for two days a week while she's not in the office?" Harry asked, making his point.

 Dirga was happy.

 Ah, so Mr. Harry asked about the results of his investigation?

Because Miss Cleo asked permission to leave for two days alternating in one week not to go to the office. Namely, on Tuesday and Thursday. Mr. Harry assigned Dirga to track down what Miss Cleo actually did during the free time she requested.

 Although Harry honestly didn't really care what Cleo wanted to do. But seeing his unusual actions made Harry feel a kind of strange and curious feeling.

 He wanted to know what a woman who was under contract would actually do.

 Will Cleo tried to break it? Or started stealing time to get another job that made a lot of money.

 Remembering how Cleo went crazy when dealing with words that came or ended with money. It felt like Harry can't just ignore negative thoughts!

 Harry had indeed misinterpreted something about this woman. But wasn't there impossible in this world?

 The agreement letter clearly states. The second party was not allowed to do any work that generates money as long as she still held the status of wife.

 So that with that, any type of work that made a lot of money or not. All must be let go of once she was married and kept this until they divorce later.

So, what did he think Cleo was doing behind hid back? Was it possible to throw tantrums?

 "Miss Cleo is taking a course in making bread."

 Dirga gave a short explanation which made Harry stare at him in confusion.

 "Baking course?" Harry asked, incredulous.

 Among all the possibilities that could be the answer to his curiosity. That woman was taking a course in making bread?

 Harry looked at Dirga in disbelief.

 "Yes, sir. And she did it for five hours in one day," Dirga added, giving an explanation.

 Harry shook his head in disbelief.

 "What's she taking the course for?" Harry asked, not understanding.

 From the many things that can be learned, she chose a course to make a bread?

 Harry laughed at the oddity. And Dirga immediately answered without thinking.

 "Of course Miss took the course to be able to make a bread or various other kinds of similar baking,"

Dirga explained smoothly the real intention of someone taking a baking course.

 If she took piano course. That meant she wanted to be able to play the piano smoothly.

 If she took a language course. That clearly meant she wanted to be able to speak fluently.

 Especially if she took a bread making course. Of course she wanted to be able to make bread deliciously.

 ***

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