6. Stretching Her Long Leg

Finally, a week has passed. Calista's wedding day to the old and disabled billionaire took place today. Unfortunately, Calista could not attend the sacred event that is held once in a lifetime. Calista sat pensively in the bridal chamber which had been decorated since yesterday. Calista doesn't need to wear a white kebaya with a high bun like a bride who is getting married. What kind of marriage is this, she thought. Calista decided to take a walk in the billionaire's mansion. As she walked, she didn't find a single photo of the billionaire hanging on the wall or desk. There are only paintings of natural landscapes, flowers, and a small but very beautiful house in the middle of the village.

She tried to talk to all the household assistants that she just had time to count there were 5 people. Everyone has a different job. Plus security every day changes 3 shifts once guarding 2 people. And, also gardeners there are 2 men the same age as her father. Don't forget the driver who is on standby at all times. There are 4 cars lined up in a garage that is half the size of a football field. The car isn't even that bad. All of them are imported brands that cost at least 1 billion rupiahs per car. That's what Calista managed to browse the price checks on the internet. Many cars, many household assistants, spacious house, but the owner is not there. Really the life of a rich man is very confusing, Calista thought.

"Ma'am, who owns this house, who are the people?" Calista asked a young woman who was roughly her age.

"Sorry madam, we can't tell." The woman answered.

"Hah? Can't I just ask that too?" Calista shook her head.

"How long have you worked here?" Ask Calista again.

"About 2 years madam." The young woman replied as she kept her head down consistently. There are written and unwritten rules for all household assistants there, not to talk and converse much about the contents of the house and its people. They just do their job. The salary they receive is greater than any maid. So they also have to be good at keeping secrets or be fired instantly without a notification letter and any severance pay.

It was already 11 in the morning before noon. People from religious affairs office should have completed the consent process. That's right, not long ago a car arrived and parked in front of the house. Calista hopes that what comes out is a man who has just become a husband today. However, it turned out that his guess was wrong. What came out was Andrew, the man with whom she signed the marriage contract yesterday.

"Good afternoon madam." Andrew lowered his head. Calista furrowed her brows and was surprised.

"My husband… where is he?" Ask Calista.

"Please come in, madam. I'll tell you everything inside. We're in the reading room now." Andrew said.

Calista followed where Andrew walked. Because she doesn't know where the reading room is.

"Please have a seat, madam." Andrew's attitude is now more polite and very respectful of Calista. Was it because she had officially married his master? Calista doesn't know either.

"This is a madam and sir marriage book. However, sorry I can't give it to you now. I will keep it until the time the agreement ends." Andrew held two green and red marriage certificates up in front of his face. Then he put it back into the black bag he had brought with him since he got out of the car. Calista furrowed her brows again.

"Mr. Andrew..."

"Just call me Andrew, madam," Andrew replied.

"Andrew, I don't know what to say. But can I be told a few things? My chest is tight because I don't know anything. Why is everything a secret?" Calista pursed her lips tightly and tried to hold back the tears that fell.

"Huft, what does madam want to know?" Andrew actually felt bad too. However, these were all orders of his master.

"Is it true that I have become a wife now?" Calista asked while tilting her chin.

"Yes, this marriage is legal and registered legally and religiously," Andrew replied curtly.

"When… will he come home?" Calista bit her lip. Imagining the first night she will spend with a man who is more worthy of being called her grandfather. Calista's chest suddenly felt tight again.

"Ahem, he will be home tonight. but, madam does not have to wait. Because it's possible to come home late." Andrew replied diplomatically.

"Oh, I see. Will he be home every day? Where is he now?" Ask Calista again. As long as Andrew is still kind enough to answer all of Calista's questions, she will ask as many questions as possible.

"Master Anderson has other business to attend to. Okay, all done. I will return to the office. Excuse me." Andrew bowed respectfully and left Calista still sitting pensively contemplating her fate. From today it is legal to be someone's wife.

This afternoon Calista spent her time walking around the house. Late afternoon, Calista ran in the sports uniform she had brought from the boarding house. The house is quite spacious enough to force Calista to sweat after an hour of running. All the assistants and housemaids respect their new mistress who apparently likes to exercise. Without realizing it, Calista has a pair of eyes watching her every move behind the CCTV camera connected to the laptop.

"Andrew, prepare a meeting room and call all the directors from all divisions. We'll be together in 10 minutes." The man tapped his index finger on a worktable made of the world's best quality wood, without taking his sharp eyes off the laptop monitor which showed a woman sitting resting, stretching her long legs behind ankle-length leggings. One plus point for the woman is that she doesn't show her skin to just anyone, she thought.

"Ready Sir." Andrew, who had arrived at the office again, immediately left the room to take care of the needs of the master's meeting.

"Calista, why did you resign? So I don't have friends to hang out with. Huu..." Dian, a friend of Calista's when she was an office girl, called her.

"Dian, I'm sorry… I… want to focus on my studies first. Let's hurry up." Calista lowered her head. It was hard for her to lie because she wasn't used to it. Maybe starting today, she should start getting used to lying.

"Lectures huh... that's fine then. But, your boarding house is still there, right? I'll play sometime..." Dian answered again.

"Ugh, I've moved. I'll tell you the address later." Calista bit her lip. Dian, I'm sorry, Calista thought.

"Oh, yes. We're still in touch. Don't forget me. I don't have smart, beautiful, but really nice friends beside you. I'm so sad. Hiks..." Dian sobbed on the other end of the phone.

"You are still my best friend. Been working there before. The boss will scold you later, hahaha.." Calista got up and left the place where she was resting to relax her leg muscles. The back terrace floor is made of natural stone using Italian red coral, Italian green, Italian white, and black Alor. It's a very aesthetic blend and very appropriate for a luxury residence in the middle of the city.