"You ... won't charge me the bill right?" asked Cleo trying to make sure something which was certainly more important than just being given a gift.

Cleo didn't update her old cellphone, not because she was too stingy to buy just a cellphone. However, because she felt that the cellphone was only used for calling, sending messages, and giving each other certain news or information.

Cleo always thought that buying a new cellphone was not a must. After all, she was not quite as sociable as Christina wanted her to be, which required her to have many social media accounts to just be able to exist in that virtual world.

Harry, who was surprised by Cleo's question, asked her back.

"You want me to charge you?" Harry asked back. Cleo immediately shook her head and refused.

"Certainly not! Then when our marriage affairs are over I will return this cellphone to you," said Cleo, making Harry's eyebrows furrowed in confusion because he never meant to say that.

But he didn't say anything.

Until Cleo then asked another question.

"But, how do I use it?" Cleo asked super innocently, asking about the complete use of the cellphone and Harry could only shake his head because he was tired.

Finally, they arrived at the airport and waited for their departure time at terminal three. Went into the airplane booth when it's time for them to fill the passenger seat.

Harry, who had booked a business class seat, did not have any difficulty adapting to his conditions on the plane.

But, Cleo, who had never traveled by plane once before. Felted strange with the hum she felt when the plane took off a little rough. Cleo repeatedly pressed her ear uncomfortably.

Harry who saw it, told her to stop doing stupid things.

"What are you doing?" asked Harry, not understanding. Cleo then looked at him.

"My ears are like buzzing. And it doesn't make me comfortable. Aren't you?" Cleo asked while pressing her ear socket uncomfortably.

Harry looked at her seriously.

"It's useless you cover your ears like that. Just swallow your saliva a few times to get rid of the hum. And if it's still not enough, chew this gum," Harry gave candy to Cleo and Cleo immediately accepted it.

Cleo was a bit surprised because it was an effective way to get rid of the buzz in her ears. And thank him.

They finally arrived in Singapore in less than 2 hours. And the hotel shuttle car was waiting for them outside. Drove them to the hotel and both of them then check-in.

And unexpectedly, there was a slight problem in the reception room.

"Orders on behalf of Harry Miles Theodore. Room number 1207. Thank you,"

The receptionist's words made Harry frowned.

"One room, only?" he asked in surprise.

Dirga should have booked two rooms for them. But the receptionist said he only booked one room. Harry felt that this was the first time Dirga had made a fatal mistake. He will ask him later when he was free.

"Yes, sir. Only one room is reserved. And this is the key," replied the receptionist, handing over the room key. Harry's eyebrows kept twitching. He said back to the receptionist.

"I'll order another room on the same floor," said Harry, asking for more rooms. And the receptionist immediately checked. Opens the file on her computer and gives the answer he doesn't want.

"I'm sorry, Mister. The room is full and nothing is empty," exclaimed the receptionist apologetically. Harry looked at her seriously for a moment then turned to Cleo doubtfully.

Took a deep breath.

"At another floor?" he asked again at the female receptionist.

The answer was still the same.

"Nope," cried the receptionist, shaking her head. Harry brushed his hair carelessly and was displeased.

"Okay. Thank you," Harry replied. Taking the keys and walking toward the elevator. Followed by Cleo who was already walking behind him with a confused face.

Cleo might not be able to understand what Harry was discussing with the receptionist because they used English as their language of instruction.

But seeing Harry's expression that looked displeased, Cleo felt that something was wrong.

Moreover, Harry walked with only one room key. Cleo then asked.

"Is there any problem?" asked Cleo to find out. And Harry only glanced at Cleo briefly before closing the elevator door when they had entered it to go upstairs. Harry then looked at her again with a flat expression and answered.

"Only one room is available. And they don't have another room to spare," cried Harry indifferently and got out of the lift as the door opened.

Cleo hurriedly chased him and stopped him in panic.

"What do you mean? Does that mean we have to sleep in the same room?" asked Cleo, who was worried about the possibility. She looked at Harry with great seriousness. Harry answered without looking.

"Yes. Because we have no choice," said Harry casually.

"But.."

Cleo was at a loss for words to reply. And Harry had walked into the room, leaving Cleo speechless but obeying.

This was the first time Cleo stayed in a room with a man. Even though the man was her own husband, but because of their marital status that only exists in the contract and was not real. Cleo seemed to feel that this was not the right choice for both of them.

But what can she do if the hotel didn't even have an empty spare room? Should they move to another hotel? Cleo wanted to ask that question but was too reluctant.

Until finally she relented and walked into the room, Cleo realized that the room in the bedroom was quite large for the two of them. There was one large king-size bed that can use to sleep with two or three people. And there was one big sofa that she could sleep there later when she was sleepy and Harry didn't let her permission to sleep on the bed.

Cleo observed the position of the big bed which was not too far from the sofa.

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