Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Cleo pushed Harry's chest a little further away after she had reached her seat. She caught her breath and made a statement that disturbed Harry's enjoyment at the moment.

"Then, is that what Aretta also told you?"

Although annoyed that the name had come out in the middle of their conversation, Harry still answered the question with disinterest.

"Yes. She had said that sentence many times. And she has also announced her disappointment openly to me without getting bored. In the end, she sought warmth from another man because I couldn't satisfy her other than materially."

Cleo looked straight at Harry.

"Therefore, now you are determined to change your mind and attitude? Become a man who is almost 100 percent changed. And treat me differently?"

Cleo began to think hard about what kind of cold attitude made Aretta dissatisfied. Eventually forcing her to play fire and then getting caught.

"..."

Harry hesitated for a moment as he was about to answer the question. However, after thinking practically. Harry didn't hesitate to answer.

"A change is not a bad thing. And anticipating is a good thing."

Cleo disagreed with that words.

"In that case, it means that you might still not believe me. Fear and worry that I might leave you for another man. Because of that, you tried hard to be a sweet man in front of my eyes."

Harry couldn't lie about this. Because turn out Cleo's whole statement was almost true. Yet he believed a thousand percent that Cleo would not treat him as badly as Aretta had treated him.

But the thought that Cleo would leave after finding another better man. It was never erased from Harry's mind.

The anxiety was there. And those doubts sometimes arose. So he didn't answer Cleo's accusation just now with a rebuttal. And not with defense either.

Cleo had to sigh.

He took Harry's hand and looked at him deeply. Cleo did not forget to comment with a big smile. Although she was a little sad when she was doubted.

The hand was wider and firmer than the palm of his hand. But the courage of the strong-handed owner was not as huge as the appearance.

Then, everyone would understand that trust is not easy to get without effort and communication. Although sometimes communication could deceive someone.

"I don't care how you love someone. And I can't lie that I'm just like any other woman. Really like something that is done sincerely and romantically like you have done all this time for me," good communication, Cleo tries to establish it right now.

"But I can accept you as you are, Har. That's why, how bad and annoyed you used to be to treat me. My heart still moves towards you even if it's slow."

Harry confirmed it.

"And it was the happiest point in my life. When I could find my other soulmate once again. And put her in the most special place, which is in front of my eyes. At the same time, in my arms."

Cleo sighed again.

"Hey! Your words contain too much honey. I can't stop shivering and pounding."

Harry kissed Cleo's right cheek.

"Take a shower and change your clothes. Then rest. Because I know you can't sleep without washing up."

Cleo became an obedient woman. She did as Harry asked. Walking to the bathroom and getting ready to open and close the door.

Harry's voice called out.

"I have an interesting surprise for you tomorrow. Are you ready to accept it?"

Cleo just stared at those black eyes blankly.

"What did you prepare for me?"

Harry smiled casually.

"Look forward to it. And don't protest when you see that."

Cleo just stared at Harry for a few seconds. Then after that, she went into the bathroom and didn't try to guess. Because she knew she would only find failure if she tried to dig up the answer.

*** 

During that night, Harry had trouble sleeping soundly. His mind was still drifting on the incident not long after Cleo finished taking a bath and drying her hair.

Harry's look eyes at that moment didn't stop looking down. Keeping an eye on what he should have noticed a long time ago. While grabbing Cleo's palm very seriously and frowning.

"Tell me! What... happened to your hand? Do you have a scar on your left hand? And I just saw it today?"

Cleo followed Harry's gaze.

Trying to pull her hand away. But Harry held her hand firmly.

"What's wrong with you, Har? Why is your face turning pale? And why are you so surprised?"

To Cleo, it was just an old scar. So in her opinion, Harry shouldn't have to worry about this wound.

Harry grabbed the hand tightly and squeezed it.

"I asked you again. Where did you get this scar from and since when?"

Cleo didn't understand why. But she seemed to have to answer the question honestly.

"An accident when I was a child? I don't know cause I don't remember. And when I realized, I already had that scar."

Harry was still gripping the hand anxiously.

"23 years old..." Harry muttered very quietly, "You two are the same age. And...

No way. Harry ruled out this coincidence. Cleo obviously had parents who died in an accident. Harry had studied Cleo's biography. And there was no possibility that Cleo was Jenny.

Where Cleo's parents are one of the bakers. And it was not Muliawan or Daissy. 

So let's put all those suspicions away. Because it could be a coincidence that it happened without planning.

Harry studied the figure of Cleo who was sleeping soundly beside him. Hugged her husband and fell asleep without any sign of waking up even though a loud voice sounded beside her.

Harry took the opportunity to sit up straight. Get out of bed and call someone. His looks eyes at that time were not as warm and calm as when he was with Cleo.

"Make sure you guys can find Jenny at all costs. Then your big name will be at stake."

***

On the other hand. The man who received the phone call from Harry was Luan. The man flinched at the time Harry had called him in the middle of the night.

2 o'clock in the morning.

Had Harry just got a bad dream? Or having trouble sleeping because of his uncle and cousin's problems?

Luan shook his head in disbelief. Even though he had only slept for about half an hour which was because he had just finished his assignment. Succeeded in collecting all the data but the results were nil. So, what will the cold and bossy man accuse him off if he fails to live up to his expectations?

Luan glanced at the report paper.

It was true that Jenny's case was a kidnapping case. But why didn't the kidnappers ask for a ransom from her family?

Why didn't they return Jenny? So should Luan dive into a dark syndicate about organ sales in underage cases?

Luan's head felt like it had been hit by a tornado. Then his eyes started to get dizzy from there was a possible amazing headache.

So, can someone help him solve this problem? And get him out of the hassle he doesn't want to imagine.

Luan lay back down on the bed lazily. Closing his eyes with great effort exploded because of the immense drowsiness that assaulted him.

***