The Perfect Match
Amber

After the auction was over, Carl waited for the woman behind the clubhouse. After transferring Carl in his direction to pick up behind this building, making Carl inevitably follow the directions.

Not long after, the woman got into Carl's car hesitantly. Dizziness instantly made Carl lowered his face, massaged the base of his nose, he drank too much and now the effect is felt.

"Are you okay?" his voice was so soft, it made Carl lift his face and looked like the woman was gasping.

Carl coughed and drank mineral water. "Sorry, I drank too much. Like I was getting drunk." murmured Carl, looking as if the woman was a little relieved. "Where do you want us to do this?" carl asked while starting the engine.

"Anyway, I will follow all your will tonight." the words seemed to tremble, but tried to be made as calm as possible.

"All right, Amanda." Carl replied. "May I know your name?" the woman shook her head.

"My name is Amanda." Carl nods softly, until a red crossroads of lights, Carl again notices Amanda's face, he really looks like Amber, is his hallucination so deep?.

"You look so much like my friend." The look on the woman's face hardened, trying to smile a little and just glaring at Carl for a glance. "Ah, but don't think about it, maybe I just got carried away by the influence of the drink." Carl said.

*Flashback Off

Carl picks up the phone in his pants that are lying on the floor. A few messages and calls from his family except for Ken got stuck there. But this time, all that had no effect on Carl, he felt ordinary, no sense of hope if there would be news of the cancellation of Valerie and Ken's marriage.

Amber's body movements made Carl immediately turn his eyes on Amber, the woman was writhing and opened her eyes, seeming to be adjusting the sunlight that began to enter through the curtain gap. Carl quickly stood up and walked over to Amber, making the woman shuffle and hug the blanket to wrap her body.

Seeing Amber who had sat down and kept her distance, Carl slowly sat in front of the bed with a confused and unexpected look on his face. "Amber?" ask Carl slowly. Amber looked down on her face.

"Amber what's wrong with you? you're really selling yourself?"

Amber looked at Carl doubtfully but was tucked into such deep hatred. "Yes, I'm such a woman now." cried Amber loudly, but tried hard. Carl shook his head hard.

"No, you've never even slept with another man before?" Carl knows, the sense of Amber is still as it used to be, so narrow and inexperienced, his movements hesitated as they did his beginning. Even the look on Amber's pain-bearing face that night was still recorded, as if the woman had never done so with anyone in a long time.

"It's Carl, let's just say you don't know me. Our contract is one night. I'm really grateful you bought me for such a big price." Amber got off the bed with a wide blanket that she still held, trying to walk towards the bathroom while picking her clothes back up.

"Why Amber? is there something with your family?"