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Chapter 3

I don't know why I woke up, usually when I sleep, I'll be like corpse, I wouldn't hear anything and I wouldn't move at all. I looked at the empty side of the bed next to me, the tattooed man was gone. Glancing at the clock, it is not even five in the morning. I accidentally saw someone who was standing with his back to me, his voice was faintly heard and ...
gosh it was the tattooed man.

I rubbed my eyes, maybe I was dreaming. The tattooed man whose body is almost covered in tattoos is praying at dawn. I silently watched him, and pretended to be asleep when that man finished praying and returned to his side of the bed.

I feel a sense of shame stinging my heart, I've been in a coma and God allowed me to wake up again, a second chance. Maybe God wants me to be a better person. While the tattooed man, the man that I labeled as a terrible bodyguard or the angel of death that I was forced to admit as my own husband seems to be better person than me.

If he had woken me up to praying together with him, I would not have refused and now I can only see the orange light rising on the horizon.
I took a quick shower and avoided the bath up that nearly killed me last night, dressed properly and walked to the kitchen. Helping Sri prepare breakfast, while after the dawn prayer the tattooed man did not appear anymore.

But when breakfast was ready Papa and the tattooed man suddenly appeared at the dining table while still chatting about the moto GP match that Marquez won last night. Moto GP, the soccer match until finally the MMA match which became the topic of their conversation.

"Key, you know what?"

No, I don't know and I don't want to know.

"What?" I answered while stuffing white bread into my mouth.

"Ben used to be an MMA athlete, he's really talented and almost wins every battle."

I choked hearing Papa's statement, fortunately Sri immediately handed me some water. Damn, no wonder the tattooed guy is scary, the thought of that guy going to smack me like the scene in the ring when I did something wrong made me shudder. As if knowing what I was afraid of him,  Ben just smiled slyly while sipping his coffee.

He's insane
I'll be crazy
And gosh Papa has lost his mind.

He setting up his daughter to married a stranger, that was a bad thing. He married his beloved daughter to a tattooed stranger man and an ex of MMA wrestler, was a nightmare. I had absolutely no doubt that this man could be the angel of my death, or the man who would dig the ground and bury me.

"Be careful when you eat, Key." Papa advised me.

All i want to do is to cover my ears so I don't listen to their conversation. Especially the conversation where Papa seemed very proud of him.

Ben is a good person Key
Ben can take care of you Key
Ben is the best person for you Key
I'm sick of all the compliments Papa giving Ben.

"So, how's your business Ben? I heard that there are foreign investors who want to invest their money?"

I wonder what kind of business suits this guy, human trading business? drug cartels? mafia stuff? Of course, it just made me feel even more disgusted with him.

"I'm not sure about that, Pa, because I'm not in a hurry either. The market is still jammed, the trade war is still intense. Especially the rupiah is going down." explained Ben.