Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

"I'm not greeting Grandma. But I asked you, why Grandma is still here? Didn't you say that Grandma was only staying here one night?" Harry held his head which was starting to turn sour.

Sofia seemed to respond casually after pretending to be thinking for a moment.

"Yes. But grandmother suddenly changed her mind. What if Grandma stays for one more day? Grandma has started to feel comfortable relaxing in your house. Can I stay here one more day, honey?" Sofia asked with all her humor.

Harry stared at her stiffly. And Cleo glanced at Harry seriously again. Code him to prohibit her. Instead, Harry walked up to ignore it. Looking at grandma, Cleo seemed to still have to sleep on the floor tonight.

Even though her back was a little sore because she slept uncomfortably on the floor last night. Cleo winced as she accepted her fate. Returned to Harry's room and protested. Harry didn't reply much as he was in a bad mood.

"Oh come on! Can't you persuade your Grandma to come back to her house? Her house is bigger than yours! Why did she feel more comfortable here? Does that make sense?" Cleo grumbled with enormous protests about grandmother's decision.

Felt that she shouldn't be there not because she didn't like her. It's just that this made it a little difficult for her to move freely in the house all this time.

Cleo didn't want to sleep on the hard floor anymore. Period!

Even though Cleo doesn't know how she got into bed so early in the morning.

"At least, prepare a sofa or a folding bed for me. My body was almost crushed for sleeping on the floor last night!" Cleo asked to submit a condition, but Harry refused.

"Isn't it that if I do that grandma will see it? I told you already. If you want to sleep comfortably you can just sleep on the same bed as me and don't be fussy. Is this not the first time we've slept in one bed? After all, I never did anything to you! "

Harry looked at Cleo with a challenging attitude and Cleo automatically shrank. What Harry said was true. But...

Cleo just took the spare blanket from the cupboard and lied herself down on the bed after bathing roughly. Cleo made threats.

"Watch out if you dare to mess! And don't blame me if I sleep while kicking you! I will not take responsibility!" Cleo said angrily and annoyed at being in the corner.

Cleo ignored any nonchalant glances and mocked Harry. And Harry did not go to bed as it was getting late. In fact, he still continued his work until midnight and ended it when it was already 12 p.m.

Yawned once and stretched. Harry got into the blanket to sleep on the other end. Both of them woke up in conditions that were already irregular. Felt like sleeping with a pinwheel woman, Harry felt his stomach been slightly kicked and elbowed.

Did Cleo have a big grudge against him?

Harry cursed as the woman successfully punched and kicked him without the feeling of guilt and awareness.

Did Harry need to pinch that naughty face?

For one night he couldn't sleep. Harry regretted his invitation to sleep in the same bed with Cleo. He thought that the woman's sleeping style was normal. It turned out to be abnormal! Once for an hour, Cleo kept moving, making Harry, who usually could only sleep when the atmosphere around him was calm, became drowsy instead.

Looking at Cleo's face with helpless eyes. The woman seemed very satisfied sleeping on his bed. Until her eyes then opened. Stared into Harry's already fresh eyes. Cleo, who was still half-conscious, rubbed her eyes.

"Are you awake?" Cleo asked, "If so, why don't you get out of bed and just stare at me?" She asked again.

Harry forced a smile.

"Why do you think? Can I sleep if you keep moving like a windmill and ignore all the objects and creatures around you?" Harry quipped in dissatisfaction.

Cleo just laughed, not embarrassed or something.

"Didn't I already say that my sleep is a mess? Even Willy made fun of my bad sleeping style," Cleo said without realizing it which immediately made Harry look at her seriously. A dark aura enveloped Harry.

"Willy? The tattooed man? So he has slept with you before?"Harry asked while looking seriously.

Cleo spontaneously closed her mouth with one hand.

"Em ... yes. I've stayed at his house several times," finished saying that, Cleo immediately continued," I mean, at his mother's house and sleeping in his sister's room."

Cleo explained in more detail. Harry's face remained grim.

"No wonder he cares about you so much. So, you are close enough?" Harry summarized and Cleo nodded stupidly.

"Yes. Of course, because we are good friends. I've known him for a long time. And his mother, Aunt Esther, was very good to me. She often made me a lot of food and gave me money. I can't possibly forget their kindness," Cleo explained, mentioning all the good things the Willy family did to her.

Cleo, who had been struggling to get parental love for a long time, was lucky to meet the good Aunt Ester. Comforted her when her uncle died. They also helped her in the burial process.

Harry asked another question.

"How long have you known Willy?" Harry asked, for the first time he mentioned Willy's name.

Cleo looked a little surprised by Harry's curiosity. Answered modestly. Cleo had known Willy for approximately 4 years when she was still working at another cafe, not at Reihan's cafe. Willy was the one who helped her a lot in finding various kinds of jobs that could help her pay off her debts little by little.

"I knew Willy about 4 years ago when I accidentally broke up his fight with several people. Willy at that time almost destroyed the cafe where I worked. I remember very well that his appearance at that time was not as neat as he is today. Besides of course the same tattoo. Willy, who used to be much wilder than he is now, is accustomed to living in the night world," Cleo said, remembering the past.

Harry seemed to be belittling the story.

"So you were acting as a superhero in front of the thugs?" sarcastically quipped Harry.

Cleo spontaneously paused and sneered.

"I was not acting as a superhero. It's just that at that time they messed up my place of work. If I didn't hurry up and intervene, won't I and all the other employees had to bother cleaning it up?" Cleo defended herself.

"But still, nothing can guarantee that you can break that fight properly. And it was possible that the situation will get even worse. Weren't there those male workers at your place?"

Harry meant to say that women were not suitable as intermediaries between angry men. And the incident was certainly quite dangerous for her. Cleo calmly replied.

"The proof is at that time I was okay, right? Besides, if they wanted to do anything, I just have to call the police. It just so happened that the police station was right beside the cafe. So, why should I be afraid?" asked Cleo, feeling proud.

Harry was at a loss for words.

What a fearless woman! But even a beast that was brown in color she was already scared and scurrying! Was it synchronous enough?

While the two were still eager to continue their infrequent morning chat, Sofia walked into Harry's room. Surprised that they didn't hear Sofia knock on the door, the two of them looked surprised.

"Grandma!! Why didn't you knock on the door?" Harry asked irritably. And he looked at his grandmother half in a tantrum.

Fortunately, their current position was very safe. Sleeping together in a blanket that was not like their original plan. Sofia certainly didn't suspect their relationship.

"Grandma, do you need something?" Cleo asked, she quickly got out of bed. Cleo was quite relieved by her decision to sleep on the bed instead of on the floor.

What if she slept downstairs last night? Would Grandma attack her with all the questions and accusations that were nonsense?

Sofia looked around with a thoughtful smile. While staring at the two lovebirds who woke up with a sweet attitude. Grandma seemed happy to see the two of them sleeping together.

"Grandma has knocked on the door several times and called you. But you didn't answer. Grandma had to go straight in. Am I bothering you? " Sofia asked, deliberately putting on a gloom or sad face.

Harry gave her a slight squint. Harry could tell that Sofia seemed to be lying. Ignoring all her words that were true or not. Harry got out of bed and sat down.

"Grandma, do you need something?" asked Harry.

"Nothing. Grandma just wants to tell you to eat because it's quite late in the day. Aren't you going to work today? "

Harry and Cleo glanced at the clock on the wall.

"OMG! Is it 9 am already? " Cleo glanced at Harry seriously. Harry should be in the office by now. But why did that man wake up late too?

Today was Cleo's schedule to go to class. So it didn't matter if she just woke up a little late because the new course will start at 10. Cleo looked at Harry in surprise because he was still relaxing.

Cleo heard Harry say something.

"I'll take you to the class," Harry said, making Cleo a little stunned.

Cleo immediately explained to the grandmother that for two days a week, Cleo had permission from Harry to go to the course.

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