Chapter 5 HONEYMOON

Chapter 5

HONEYMOON

Maudy wakes up and finds herself in an unknown place. This is not the room! It's not a hospital either. However, why was he lying on the floor with only a blanket on?

The room looks disheveled and a pair of wine glasses and an empty wine glass are lying irregularly on the table.

The woman stood with a slight stagger and then looked at the empty bed. Men's clothes lay neatly there. Marcel's clothes?

Ugh, Maudy's head is a little dizzy. He looked around the room for a mirror and found a large mirror on the wall. The mirror almost covered one side of the wall of this room. 'Wow, this is the sultan's mirror!' Maudy thought.

"My eyes are so swollen? No wonder it's hard for me to open them!" the woman grumbled as she studied her puffy eyes. "Did I cry all night?"

He looked again at his reflection in the mirror. His hair was disheveled and he wore a men's shirt with no bottoms. Her legs look so long.

"W...wait! No underlings? What is this? What happened? Where are my clothes?" Maudy whirled around because she was so panicked.

Apparently the clothes she wore last night were sitting in one corner of the room and near the bathroom door. Before he could touch it, the bathroom door was already open and Marcel came out with only a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Not!" Maudy screamed as she ran and hid under the blanket on the bed.

"What are you doing?" asked Marcel in surprise.

Maudy was stunned. He couldn't help but admire this man. Beautiful alone is not enough to describe Marcel's presence in front of him. A handsome face with wet hair and his upper body showing off with an innocent facial expression made him even more attractive. He was so masculine and capable of making one forget to breathe.

The danger alarm sounded in Maudy's head especially as Marcel got closer to her. Not! The man was her enemy who married her to make her suffer. The man was his enemy who was hiding behind a handsome face.

Maudy shook her head vigorously. "Do not come close!" Maudy moved her hand to push the man away.

Her contract husband looked at Maudy with a cynical expression. "Looks like you forgot your position in this marriage. We're now "husband and wife" and on our honeymoon, right? Su-a-mi-is-tri. Got it? Looks like we've come to terms with that." Marcel reminded him.

"I told you there was no harassment." Maudy did not want to lose her opinion with the man in front of her.

Marcel brought his face close to Maudy's ear. "Hmm... Is a husband and wife relationship after marriage harassment?"

"N...of course not. That's not what I meant. You misunderstood." Maudy stammered and was flustered. He immediately adjusted his expression and tried to sit still.

"Ba... all right. I'm ready," Maudy said in a sense of trepidation and fear that she was trying to suppress.

Marcel smiled widely and suddenly flicked the forehead of a woman about his age with his thumb and index finger.

"Don't push yourself. I told you last night, I'll wait until you're ready and just take a shower. Do you want to watch me get dressed?" asked Marcel. He apparently wanted to take his folded clothes on the bed.

"Not!" Maudy screamed as she ran to the bathroom, but stopped again in the middle of the road. He wanted to turn around, but couldn't because Marcel didn't hesitate to change clothes even though Maudy was there.

"How can I, I mean why am I wearing your shirt?" Maudy asked without turning around.

"You don't remember what happened yesterday?" asked Marcel with a mischievous smile.

"I was just taking the plane with you. Then, after dinner, you said someone had already taken care of our luggage. After that...oh, yeah, we'll go to the hotel and have some wine."

Maudy glanced at the empty wine glasses and bottles. "After that..." Maud thought hard, but couldn't remember anything.

"After that, you got drunk, cried and told me many things until I was fed up, asked me to promise to pay all your sister's medical expenses, promised to be a good wife for two years, blah, blah, blah..., but in the end you slept without do the wife's duty on the first night."

Maudy understood the sentence spontaneously and positively. "Hahaha. So...I'm still a virgin right?" Maudy shouted.

He accidentally turned around. His eyes widened when he saw Marcel hadn't finished changing yet.

Marcel threw his towel in Maudy's face. The towel perfectly covered his wife's naive face. "I told you not to peek! After all, talking about virgins is shameless. What if someone heard it?"

"Sorry!" Maudy immediately turned back. The shame doesn't end there. Another shadow invaded his imagination. "But, why can my clothes change. Why am I wearing your shirt? What were you doing when I was unconscious? You were harassing me?"

"Who was harassing you, anyway? I felt harassed. You threw up on my clothes so many times I had to take a shower. I had to change my clothes so I could sleep. The smell was everywhere. The problem is that we only have one room, " said Marcel.

"Ah, don't worry, it's nothing interesting, really. Nothing beautiful to look at. So, take a shower immediately. There's no need to pose as sexy as that. You're not my type," said Marcel. "I'll be waiting downstairs for breakfast."

"Ah!" Maudy immediately entered the bathroom feeling embarrassed and annoyed. He heard the bedroom door open and then lock again. Maudy peeked a little and sure enough, Marcel was out.

"Insolent boy. Nothing interesting? Huh...I'm so pissed off!"

'Why am I so angry, huh? Wouldn't it be nice if he thought I was unattractive and touched me? Ah, but I'm so angry. When did he say there was nothing beautiful to look at?' Maudy was tracking herself in the hotel room.

"Breathe in. Huft. Alright! I'll also make the most of you. I'm going to enjoy this holiday having fun. At least, I'll take a long shower to keep him waiting for me."

Maudy smiled slyly as she rubbed her body with a sponge. "Wait for me to fuck Marcel asshole!"

What happened? What Maud hoped for did not happen at all. Don't worry, don't even care. As it turned out, the man had already had breakfast before Maudy came. He also did not glance at all when his wife came with a perfect appearance.

Covering her irritation, Maudy pretended not to see Marcel either. He put on his sunglasses and walked over to another table. After ordering the food he liked, he allowed himself to enjoy the food to his heart's content without the distraction of others.

"Wow! So delicious," said Maudy aloud after tasting one of the dishes.

"Why, my dear wife why sit far from me?" Marcel teased as he sat down next to Maudy.

"Why is this intruder here anyway?" Maudy muttered very quietly. 'Okay. I can act too,' he thought.

"Oh, honey? I thought you weren't here. I didn't see any other humans here," said Maudy.

"Here!" asked Marcel as he pulled Maudy closer. He embraced the woman's body affectionately and took some photos.

"Perfect! The photos are intimate and the sea behind us looks so beautiful too." Marcel stared at the photo with satisfaction.

"Why suddenly take photos?" Maudy's face showed an astonished expression.

"For a report of course. For what else?" asked Marcel again sarcastically.

Maudy held back her irritation as best she could.

"You don't think people, especially my family, will consider a newlywed couple's honeymoon without having a photo of it to be normal, do you? Yes, yes. I'm back in Indonesia right now. Enjoy your day here until tomorrow. I'm here. work. Use this card to your heart's content." His hand was pressed against the table and left a card upon lifting it back up.

Marcel left a stupefied Maudy in her seat. However, the woman soon controlled herself.

"Thanks for the money, yes, my husband. I'll use it to my heart's content. Of course as much as I want."

Marcel replied to Maudy's words with a hand gesture without turning his head. "You're welcome."

Of course, Maudy felt increasingly irritated and cursed in her heart.

(Continued)