Contract Marriage At Penthouse
Secret Meeting

Eternal Memorial Park, May 29 at 10:00.

Today the sun is like deflecting the direction of its light from this place. Black clouds swarmed over the lagit Eternal Memorial Park. Some people from the upper class seemed to be alternating visiting this place by wearing all-black clothes. It was as if an atmosphere of sadness was always enveloping this place at all times.

This morning it was eight years since Arran's father left this world. Every year all the Arran family gather in this place. Including Arran's mother and half-brother. Arran hated his mother and stepbrother so much. He had thought that they were the masterminds of his father's death. But Arran's conjecture is broken by a man who turns out to be Arran's real father's killer. But still, his feelings of hatred for his mother and stepbrother did not diminish in the slightest.

They closed the warning with a prayer. Arran's stepmother, who cried since the warning began, has now stopped crying along with the completion of this activity. Arran who was highlighting his mother's gelagat is now turning his face. He was tired of seeing the drama made by his mother. Since when did his stepmother care about his father. Wasn't it when his father died that his stepmother disappeared somewhere. Her mother only appeared three days later with a made-up cry.

Her mother and stepbrother and all the family except Arran left. Arran was still silent in front of his father's funeral with a blank look. No one wants to scold him or take him home. Every year, after everyone finished praying Arran was the last to leave the funeral. He remained silent for a long time in front of the tomb of his father and mother. No one knew that Arran was slowly shedding tears.

Actually, Arran really loves his mother and his real father. Unfortunately Arran, his mother had left him when he was seven years old and his father then followed his mother thirteen years later. Although Arran spent less time with his mother but was closer to his mother. Arran's father was too busy with his work that after the departure of his mother Arran was so lost and lonely. Not to mention after one year of the departure of his mother, Arran's father suddenly brought a stranger who he now calls his stepmother and stepbrother to his home. Arran is getting left behind and lonely.

It had been an hour Arran pondered in front of the graves of his parents. Arran finally forced himself to get up and leave the place. He grabbed a handkerchief from inside his suit pocket and wiped his eyelids. As he was about to set foot from the funeral Arran saw a person who seemed to be walking towards him. That person Arran can't recognize from a distance. The closer the distance between the two, then Arran recognize who someone is. A middle-aged man was wearing glasses and carrying a black suitcase and a neat black suit that turned out to be his father's trusted notary. Mr. Cornelius the notary's name, apparently did not come alone. Two men wearing black suits and sunglasses were seen walking behind Mr. Cornelius. They both seemed to be the assistants of Mr. Cornelius.

Mr. Cornelius shook Arran's hand. He hugged Arran tightly and whispered something into Arran's ear.

"It is very difficult to meet the Master without being known by anyone. There's something I need to talk to you about, sir. It's about Mr. Ares".

Mr. Cornelius then released his embrace on Arran.

Arran looked at Mr. Cornelius' face with doubt. He took off his sunglasses that he was wearing.

"Dad? What else is wrong with him? Do you have a problem I don't know about?".

"It's not really your Dad's problem, but yours to be precise. I'll tell you the details later. Meet me at the Atlanta hotel at nine o'clock in the evening and try not to let anyone know. I have to leave right now".

"I? Alright. See you later, Mr. Cornelius. I hope it's so important that I have to keep my departure a secret tonight".

"See you later, sir".

Arran is back alone. He could not allow this solitude to envelop him. He finally left that place.

*

Cereon Apartment, May 29, 13:20 pm.

At home, Aleris makes the kitchen as a practice room. Today he is enjoying his precious holiday. Within a week he had two days off. Thursday and Friday. Neither holidays nor working days Aleris is always busy. The holiday he uses for part time work in a Caffe. He will go to work to Caffe later that afternoon and return home late at night.

This morning he was trying out a new recipe given by Chef Arges at his employer's Atlanta hotel. A recipe for creation of oriental cuisine based on noodles. He purposely made it this morning for his close friend Tryan. Tryan is working at the same cafe as Caffe where Aleris works. Aleris plans to bring Tryan lunch.

Cafe Kelana is the name where Aleris works on weekends. But today he came not to work but to meet Tryan. Tryan has ordered a table for Aleris. But it turns out that today the Cafe is crowded so Aleris has a bit of difficulty in finding his table. Table number 17 was the one that Tryan had ordered for Aleris. Aleris finally managed to find her. Tryan then approached him.

“Oh, you came earlier than I thought. Wait a minute yes, I have prepared a cup of latte and a piece of cake special for you”.

“You don't have to bother Brother. Oh yeah, I cooked a new menu today, I brought it for you so you could taste it. Take it!”.

“Wuah from the smell alone has been appetizing, well I will eat well. Thank you Al”.

“emm, equally”.

Before long Tryan came back with a cup of latte art with a heart shape decoration on it and a piece of black forest. His face looked so nervous. He then presents the latte to Aleris, he tries to keep looking calm in front of Aleris. He sat down in the chair opposite Aleris.

“Ih, look so cute. I want a photo of ah” first. Aleris said as she pointed her phone towards the latte cup.

“I ate ya Brother, thanks”.

“emm, equally”.

Aleris seemed happy while enjoying the cake and latte from Tryan, until he did not realize that there was something in the cake.

“uhuk”. Aleris spewed out a mouthful of his cake.

“what's this? a ring?”. Aleris said while looking at the ring. His gaze then turned towards Tryan. Tryan then let out a happy smile that he had been hiding since.

"Allerite".

Tryan then took the ring.

"Allerists. I've been waiting for this time to come. Now comes the time. Aleris, will you marry me?".

They look at each other. Aleris's face suddenly turned serious and teary. His hand shuts his mouth. Her cheeks turned red. He tried to open his mouth and say something.

"Sir Tryan..., I..., I...".

"Kriiiijgg".

Aleris has not yet finished his words an incoming call on his cellphone. The call really ruined that solemn and romantic atmosphere.

"Aish.., just a little more". Tryan.

"Sir Tryan. I have to take a call first. Excuse me". Aleris reaches for her phone.

"Who dares to ruin such an important and historic moment in my life".

Grumpy Aleris to himself.

"Basic buggers...,

Chef Arges?! Oh my goodness. I almost said bad about him. He'll hear it even if it's hundreds of kilos".

"Chef Hallo,...".

"Ale, you're grumbling about me, aren't you ? Don't talk much and come here quickly. Don't grumble also about your holiday being messed up by my call. Tomorrow you can take your day off. Anyway get here quick".

"But Chef, aren't there Andres and Lily replacing me today?"

"Andres is sick and Lily is injured, her arm is hit by hot oil. Don't ask me a lot more questions and come here quickly".

"Tuuutn...". Chef Arges ended his call.

"Youngaaaaaa... Why?...". Aleris cried after receiving a call from Chef Arges.

"Why Aleris? What's up?".

Tryan went straight to Aleris.

"Sir Tryan, I'm sorry. I have to go now. The chef called me to come there. As for the question that Brother asked earlier, I will answer it tomorrow. Again I'm sorry".

Aleris's face was so sad and disappointed. He's so bad with Tryan but he can't resist his work calls either.

"Oh, don't worry about my question. I will patiently wait for him. Hurry up, you must be waiting?".

"Makasi Kak, I'll see you tomorrow".

"En, bye".

Tryan put the ring back in his pocket. Actually he was so disappointed, the plan he had prepared for the last six months was suddenly shattered by a call. There's still tomorrow, right ?

Atlanta Hotel, May 29 at 19:00.

That night Aleris was busy. Since this afternoon he has been overwhelmed by having to prepare food that will be cooked. The problem is, the orderer this time asked for a difficult western and eastern dish. Not to mention today only he and Chef Arges are on duty.

"Who's the guy who ordered the chef's tonight? I heard he ordered all the chairs, didn't he? Well surely he will hold a random moment here tonight".

"Hey, you're this. Kepos! It is not our business to know the personal problems of the booker. We're just serving him good food. This time, the booker is kept secret. There were no waiters to deliver the food. There were already people from them who were assigned to deliver the food. Focus on your cooking Al!".

"Good chef!"

All menus are ready to be served. A curious Aleris peeked out from behind the pantry window. Aleris was so shocked when he saw the people who were assigned to deliver dishes coming into the pantry. Looks like some people in black and sturdy with sunglasses take their cooking dishes. It seems that the person who ordered at the restaurant tonight was an important person. But their movements are so suspicious and awkward. Not to mention the setting where to eat. The ordering table is covered with curtains two meters high and guarded by guards. All windows restroran closed curtains. Not to mention the entrance guarded by the same people as the person who delivered the food earlier. Aleris was getting curious about the order. Who the hell is he?