Facade Love: Marrying A Perfect Husband

Sofia grabbed Oscar's hand.

"Only until Harry wakes up and recovers from his coma. I will do everything possible. I will also be responsible for any losses you may receive. I won't let anyone corner you over the issue of fraud. I won't let you sacrifice alone either."

Oscar let out a long sigh. Ash was freezing. He didn't understand what similarity Sofia meant. Ash's head felt like it was spinning.

Oscar noticed Ash's doubts.

"You see him? Your men even doubt your decision. He doesn't think I look like your beloved grandson. He thinks you're insane too!"

Sofia looked at Ash sharply.

He couldn't possibly misjudge or assume. He knew Oscar better than most people. His daily appearance may indeed be a mess. But Oscar does have a very identical facial resemblance to Harry.

The doctor even had a hard time diagnosing this fact.

No one came out to find out why that thing happened. But from now on, Sofia became sure. This was a clue and destiny.

Oscar had to take Harry's place while he was being treated. Oscar must also help them discover who the culprit was that caused Harry to be like this.

"His current brain is paralyzed, Oscar. He's still unconscious. This situation makes me heartache. He also needed reassurance that everything he was living in for a while would be fine as long as he wasn't around. I've also taken him to the greatest of the hospital and doctor. Then I'll make sure all your hard work helping us will only last a little while."

Oscar's feelings really were forced to drift.

He hates getting involved in complicated human relationships. But he knew as well what a serious matter was going on.

Ash suddenly turned on one of the light switches.

He turned on the living room light on purpose. Although he had already said sorry.

Ash could finally see Oscar's figure up close and in perfectly. Unhindered by the darkness no matter how many times he had come over the past few days to persuade Oscar to follow Sofia's request.

Ash again failed to find their resemblance.

Harry's corneas were black. While Oscar's is brown. Their eyebrows were both thick. But the mustache, beard, and beard have not been shaved in a long time. It was disappearing of all assumptions that Oscar was Harry's twin.

They looked different. Especially with the way their clothes and make-up. They both looked so contrasting.

So, how could Sofia say for sure that they were identical twins without blood ship or kinship?

***

Sofia was secretly reminiscing about their past after seeing the clear eyes she was looking at right now on.

Magdalena's words, who was Oscar's mother even replayed in Sofia's head.

"Harry junior is indeed a very charming and smart kid. Grows in fast and could crawl and walk immediately at the age of only a few months. I really hope my son is as charming as he is!"

Magdalene had always been a fan of Harry. He often praised Harry's handsome looks and intelligence in growing and developing.

The words full of praise made Sofia and Miolla ( Harry's mother ) unable to stop smiling and be proud. They two also nodded at little Harry. To them, Harry was their first grace-gift since Miolla and Gunawan had married.

Magdalena also repeatedly asked Harry to stroke her stomach. Said a few sentences for the baby-to-be who will be born in just a few days.

"If auntie loves me so much and wants your son to grow up like me. Auntie should don't worry about this. I would be pass on my charming looks and luck to him."

Harry was 1 year old at that time. But, he was so good at understanding the adult words. And he has fully supported his aunt's hopes.

Oscar and Harry were actually not completely without a sibling relationship. They have a fairly close family relationship. It's just that they rarely meet after Miolla and Gunawan die in an accident.

They are close because they match. They can also understand each other. Magdalena even often asked Miolla for help. Magdalena also became Miolla's chat partner which made her very comfortable.

The day of birth has finally arrived.

Miolla panicked and was nervous because the birth process took so long. She and her husband waited outside the delivery room. Time seemed to go very slowly. Miolla repeatedly expressed her anxiety.

"How is it, honey? I am very anxious and restless. Lena was struggling inside. She doesn't even have a husband to accompany her at the moment," Miolla paced frantically in the maternity waiting room.

Gunawan tried for his wife to calm.

"Miolla, please calm down. Don't worry too much. And have faith that everything will be fine. We also can't hope of Felix, who has died, comes to accompany his wife."

Miolla felt her heartthrob.

The doctor finally came out and brought good news.

"Congratulations! Mrs. Lena's baby boy was born safely. You guys can also see him later in the baby room after the baby has been bathed and moved."

Oscar Raymond Adisty's name was clearly displayed on the baby's identification board.

And that family name says a lot of things. About Oscar's father, who turned out to be Miolla's brother. They were bound by a brotherly relationship because they have the same father but different mothers.

Felix, Oscar's father. Brought into the Adisty family environment after Miolla's father remarried her mother. So it could be said that Miolla and Felix are actually not related by blood.

They are not siblings. They are only bound by a brotherly relationship because of their parent's marriage.

Felix married Magdalena after they had been dating for seven years. Unfortunately, before Felix could see his biological son. Felix died first from stomach acid when Magdalene was 5 months pregnant.

Therefore, Miolla and Gunawan replace Felix to take care of her.

Something strange and extraordinary made Miolla and Gunawan hard to believe those.

"Oscar looks a lot like Harry when he was born. He has his father's brown eyes. But his face looks a lot like Harry's."

This assumption persisted for many years later and beyond.

Oscar really grew like Harry physically. He also has intelligence. Although the intelligence that he leads to something else. Oscar inherited his father's artistic values. He is a painter now.

He was also a hobby of staying at home and making works.

He uses the pseudonym 'Mable' for all the paintings he creates.

*** 

Sofia was still trying to persuade Oscar. She knew that Oscar had a very high level of stubbornness like a wayward and rebellious child. He has his own way of thinking. He also prioritizes personal pleasures over other people's affairs.

He lives alone after being separated from his mother for a long time, who remarried to a widower.

Oscar decides to stay in the villa left by his late father to find comfort.

Sofia was waiting for the answer she wanted. She looked up expectantly and had high hopes that Oscar would be willing to accept her request without difficulty.

Sofia said back in high support.

"Whatever your request to me, I will fulfill it. Even if it's complicated, hard to reach, and impossible though. I'll make sure, you get what you want."

Oscar's eyes flashed.

He couldn't possibly refuse a request that had a reciprocal advantage. He couldn't pass up this rare opportunity. He also had to take advantage of the situation at hand.

Oscar finally made a conscious decision.

"I will agree with this decision. I will do it. And I will give in for your sake. But, promise me one thing. You guys will take responsibility for me if something bad happens to me!"

Sofia nodded and agreed.

Oscar let out a long and helpless sigh. They were getting ready to head to the city of J. Everything was started by rushing. And without should delaying much more.

Oscar was being forced should bring just some things he needed.

He was forbidden to ask many questions. But he could ask if he didn't understand some things. Oscar still felt like everything was a dream when he was taken to salons and boutiques to improve his appearance.

Shaped as closely as possible to look like Harry. Oscar's brain felt like it's constantly being pushed to spin without stopping and being erratic. He still thought that this way was wrong. But he had already agreed to this decision.

He finally gave up.

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