CEO's Secret Husband
|1|. It's Not Time to Explode

"Maribel, you can't play too much outside. The outside world is dangerous to you, so just stay home, en?"

"Maribel, you should get used to simple foods like this from now on. Anyway aunt has to save on expenses, okay?"

"Maribel, you're not old enough to take care of the company. Let uncle do it in a while, how?"

"Maribel, you must listen to your aunt.."

"Maribel, you must obey.bla.bla"

"Maribel, good boy.bla.bla"

"Maribel, the submissive child.bla..."

Like that, Maribel went through seven years of her life like a foolish obedient girl. She heard her aunt's words and obeyed all her words like a sweet doll that could be easily played.

On her eighteenth birthday, Maribel wakes up from her sleep and walks out of her room still wearing her white nightgown. Her black curly hair fell down onto her slender waist, it swayed beautifully each time it snapped its legs that moved down the stairs.

Until a sound taps his sense of hearing.

"No, I don't think we need to kill him"

Maribel stopped his steps. The footing stopped right at the turn of the stairs.

"I've taken care of it quite well so far and made it like a plain little doll that would obey all my words"

Maribel's hand holding the iron arm of the ladder slowly tightened.

"It would be a waste if we killed him like his parents. I think we can take advantage of that poor girl's whereabouts"

Maribel's body muscles stiffened and her eyelashes squinted in shock and disbelief.

"She was so young and beautiful. We can arrange a political marriage for her to expand the company's network"

His two legs began to shake, as if they were about to collapse. Quickly Maribel grabbed the handle of the stairs.

"That's why you don't have to worry. As I said, he will obey all my words. So let this be my business"

"En, I get it"

Taps!

Looks like the call is over.

Maribel felt her heartbeat beating fast and she twisted her body and moved as slowly as possible to return upstairs and towards her room.

He climbed into the bed and slipped under the blanket. Like that she closed her eyes and acted as if she was still lulled in a long slumber flower.

Maribel heard the sound of her bedroom door being pushed open.

His heart rate is hunting faster. Clenching her hands under the blanket, Maribel tried as much as possible to regulate all the pressure that was in her.

Anyhow...

It was not yet time that the mountain of Merapi within him exploded.

"Maribel, it's morning. Let's wake!"

Always her forties voice sounded warm, but for the first time her warmth had tormented Maribel in a bloodless wound.

Maribel's vegetables heard her footsteps so clearly knocking on the floor and not long after. He heard the sound of the window curtains being pulled and just a beam of morning sunlight burst in.

"Marible"

Maribel pushed the blanket and acted as plain as ever by opening her eyes and showing her sleepy face.

"Auntie.." For a moment he yawned lazily and stretched his long arms upwards.

"You're finally awake" The woman was dressed neatly in her conservative, plain black dress cut that covered half her calves. Her body was slender and her face was quite durable, slightly flexing her graceful beauty.

It was a type of beauty that was quite similar to her late mother. Beauty that is like the genes of the family is also decreased in Maribel.

Breta folded her hands together in front of her chest and put on a smile that for the first time made Maribel feel so nauseous looking at her.

"Aunt understood. But don't you remember what day it is today?"

Maribel rubbed his eyes, "Remember" He lifted his head at his aunt, "Isn't today Sunday? Then what's with that?"

Breta pulled the corner of her lips up and the look on her face sank into a motherly smile, "It seems like you completely forgot. It's your birthday"

Maribel felt pain when she looked at the motherly smiling face, so much like her mother. If it used to be a pain of longing, but now...

It is the fruit of disappointment.

Sensing Maribel's silence, Breta frowned, "What's wrong? You don't seem happy?"

Maribel turned a thin smile on her lips, swallowing bitterness...'Yeah, I'm not happy'

'And just about to be disappointed and want to be angry'

Maribel bit her lip and felt sour at the base of her nose, "It's nothing. I just miss my mom and dad"

Breta looks sad for him. He walked up to the bed and hugged his thin body. At that time, Maribel wanted to vomit in the face of her falsehood.

"Aunt understood. You must miss them so much"

The woman's hand moved rubbing the mane of her long hair. Maribel could not hold it anymore, she continued to pull away from the embrace.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm going to the bathroom"

"Oh!"

Maribel rushed down from the bed and went to the bathroom that was in her room. Breta looked at it with a complicated look. But don't think about it too much.

After cleaning and brushing her teeth, Maribel did not see her aunt in the room. He walked downstairs and found his aunt waiting for him in the dining room.

"Look, auntie prepared a birthday cake for you"

The woman held up a box lid and displayed a sweet design birthday cake complete with cream and red cherries on top. Every time he saw the sight, he would definitely exclaim joyfully and thank his aunt.

But now...

'I can't do it anymore'

"Thank you aunt" Maribel said.

Even his heart felt pain. His clenched hand even had a great desire to immediately push the woman's body against the wall and imagine she would strangle him to death.

But his common sense still works.

Maribel was almost crazy to hold himself back from exploding.

Breta felt the incongruity of her attitude, asking gently, "Why so moody? You're still sad because you miss your parents um?"

Maribel smiled slightly nodding. As soon as possible it looked natural to avoid his aunt's suspicions.

Breta patted him on the shoulder, softly speaking,

"Aunt understood. Take your time, aunt won't bother you"

After saying that, Breta prepared to leave the dining room. But before that, he heard Maribel call him.

"Auntie"

Breta stopped her steps, "Yes?"

"I don't want to take music school like you suggested"