Merried With Mr. Millionaires
12 A

Alana walked up to Arvan who entered the elevator, right on the fourth floor the elevator doors opened. Alana walks behind Arvan, Alana steps come to a stop when Arvan stops her steps.

His gaze was fixed on Arvan apartment number, “12 A,” Alana trying to remember the apartment number belonging to Arvan.

The first thing that welcomes it is a living room with a minimalist style. “Sit down first.” Alana nodded her head and sat in the living room.

Alana circulated her gaze, it seemed like this apartment was not too big. Jordan's home is probably only half the first floor of Jordan's house.

It did not take long for Arvan to return to the living room, he saw Alana who was watching the contents of the living room in her apartment. He sat in a single chair facing Alana head on.

Alana was surprised to find Arvan who suddenly sat in front of her, “You surprised me,” said Alana.

Arvan gave a faint smile in response. “Now where do you want to go?”

Alana was silent, thinking about where she wanted to go. There was a sense of wanting to go to his parents' meal, but Alana didn't want to cry anymore.

He did not want to look crybaby in front of Arvan whose incident was not yet Alana knew who the man in front of him was.

Arvan's attention focused on the woman in front of him who was thinking but did not get an answer to her question. “Do you want to eat?” Arvan asked again.

“Slightly,” replied Alana while smiling awkwardly.

“You can cook?” The question is answered by Alana's head, Arvan only responds with a smile.

“Then let me just deliver,” said Arvan while removing his phone.

Alana notices Arvan who is focusing on her phone, the man's phone is different from his usual phone. And Alana still remembers Arvan who had the gun, “Jeez, who is he?” alana asked in her mind.

Alana still remembers when Jordan called Arvan with the name ‘Lord’.  Alana waits for Arvan who is still focused on her phone, until their gazes meet.

Arvan stared fixedly at Alana's brown ball, “You really don't know who I am?”

Alana shakes her head, “What are you?”

“Whose do you think I am?” instead of answering Arvan, he asked back, wanting to know what answer would come out of the woman before him.

Alana is silent thinking of the answer to Arvan's question, if Jordan calls Arvan Lord and Jordan looks frightened it means this man is above Jordan. “Are you a mafia?”

Arvan chuckles at Alana, but Arvan lets Alana think again.

One thing Alana knew was that this man in front of her did not look as arrogant as the mafia, or as Jordan never showed a smile. “I give up exactly who are you, why is Jordan afraid of you?”

Again Arvan smiled sweetly, very sweet. “For a long time I can get diabetes if I see him smiling constantly,” Alana grumbled in her heart.

“I don't want to be arrogant, you'll know for yourself who I really am.” Arvan doesn't want to confess to Alana that he's the richest man in the world. He just wants Alana to feel comfortable and not awkward if she behaves with him.

“Then why do you want to help me?”

Arvan looks silent and lowers his head, but not long Alana sees Arvan staring at him. From the look of his face Alana saw a sadness that was clearly drawn from his eyes, but Arvan was like covering it.

Arvan still remembers the incident five years ago when he watched his lover's body stiffened. “You are almost like the person I love. I couldn't help him until he was gone forever. I thought helping you could treat my heart that kept feeling guilty.”

“Who?” Tanya Alana was curious. He just wanted to know who he looked like.

“Mira, my ex-lover.”