Chapter 105 - 105 ( Like A Chameleon )

"Do you like working with my grandson?" asked Sofia with the corner of her eye glancing at Harry. Ane nodded and smiled to answer.

"I hope he doesn't bother you much. And just say anything directly to me if he makes it difficult for you!"

Ane smiled back.

And added a few gestures to say thank you. Sofia who saw that nodded in understanding.

Cleo looked at her.

"Do you understand sign language?" Cleo asked Sofia.

Sofia nodded.

"Yes. I learned a little to understand Ane's gesture. And Ane, who didn't speak sign language at that time. I was the one who told her to study. But now she's become very good. Makes me quite salute her," Sofia said, answering Cleo's question.

Cleo had known from the start that Sofia was a humble person and had a high social spirit.

Sofia watched everyone.

"Now, can I see your bridal suite?" suggested Sofia.

Harry took Sofia to the top floor.

Opened the door and let everyone in. Everyone seemed surprised by the contents. The decoration is all white and neat. Complete with Men's and women's knick-knacks. 

Cleo blinked twice to see the contents of the room.

All of her belongings had been moved to Harry's room. And the room looked like a real bridal suite with flawlessness. Praising Dirga's good performance. Cleo looked at Sofia to wait for her reaction.

Sofia responded appropriately. Sofia seemed perfectly fine with their bedroom décor. Took a quick look at the intricacies of the room and then head out to return to chattering downstairs. Sofia's steps stopped at another door not far from Harry's room.

"Grandma plans to stay overnight. Can grandma sleep in the room next to you?" asked Sofia, pointing to Cleo's former room. Cleo quickly looked at Sofia seriously.

"Didn't you say you just wanted to visit?" asked Harry with his eyebrows slightly raised upward.

Sofia nodded.

"Yeah, it's true. But, Grandma is suddenly tired. Can I spend the night here?" asked Sofia with all her hopeful expressions.

Harry and Cleo could only sigh and agree. Asked Ane and Daniar to prepare everything grandmother needed to stay at their house. 

Harry also asked them to prepare food for later tonight.

Harry and Cleo rest in their new room. Looked around in frustration.

"Are we going to spend the night again in one room, today?" Cleo grumbled at this sequential coincidence. It felt like her head suddenly hurt because she thought about the possibility that they had to spend the night together again with an excuse that pinched her.

Cleo missed her spacious room. However, Harry seemed to be looking relaxed in accepting that fact. So that Cleo again filed a protest. Cleo looked at Harry more seriously.

"Aren't you going to do something to your grandma? She will use the next room. And that means she will use the temporary room that I have been staying in all this time. You're not afraid that she will find something?" Cleo asked with all her attitude that wanted to tell Harry to be more vigilant.

Harry didn't seem too concerned. 

Just letting Ane and Daniar prepare all their grandmother's needs and lied down on his bed. Cleo looked at him in frustration and looked around with a sad face.

"There is no place for me to sleep in this room," Cleo said softly and a little disappointed. 

Began to want to retract what she said about Dirga, who has prepared everything well.

Cleo did not find the right place anywhere for her to sleep. So, did she have to sleep on the floor, tonight? 

Cleo thought sadly.

Harry noticed her expression and stared at her.

"Didn't we ever sleep together in one bed? To repeat it, I don't think it will be difficult." teased Harry. 

Cleo has wrinkled her face with frustration.

Gazed at this scene as a new fun game. Harry never thought that it would be so immoral to joke around with a woman.

Cleo returned Harry's gaze more seriously.

"Don't keep tease with me. Because it's not funny at all!" 

Harry held back all his amusement then replied.

"You certainly haven't forgotten the status of your contract and the whereabouts of your grandmother out there. So, do you want her to see us sleeping separately like a husband and wife shouldn't? And dare to be responsible for all of these incidents?" exclaimed Harry. Asking Cleo's more attention to their problem.

Cleo looked at him in surprise.

"Why do I have to be responsible? I didn't do anything," Cleo exclaimed defensively. Harry was still with his argument.

"But you're the one who invites the trouble," Harry cried, making Cleo glare at him.

"Seriously! Why am I inviting the problem. Besides, did your grandmother dare to enter into her adult grandson's married room?" Cleo asked in protest.

Harry only responded modestly.

"Nobody knows what grandma was thinking and planning. I don't even know. Moreover, you?" Harry asked back and Cleo was even more at a loss for words.

Chose not to argue with or against Harry's words. Cleo just walked outside to get some fresh air. And refreshing her tired brain.

Until she met Sofia outside the room. Cleo was stunned for a moment before she smiled and greeted Sofia. Asked about the status of Sofia's stomach that was still full or hungry. Cleo asked Sofia to have a meal together.

Walked down the stairs. And Sofia just remembered they hadn't invited Harry to come along. She asked Cleo to call Harry. While striding lazily back into Harry's room. Cleo called the man for dinner.

She called several times but ignored, Cleo realized that the man had fallen asleep on his bed and she had no intention of disturbing him. But after only a few steps she walked out to return to accompany Sofia, Harry had already opened his voice.

"What is wrong?" Harry asked, surprising Cleo.

"I thought you were asleep!" Cleo exclaimed after she turned around. Harry was already lying down with his eyes fixed on her.

Feeling that the man was staring too intensely at her, Cleo's head tilted slightly.

"Grandma told you to eat. Can you come down together to eat together with her? Looks like grandma is very hungry now," Cleo exclaimed, tried to ignore Harry's sharp gaze towards her.

Cleo without waiting for an answer, turned around to get out of the room. Followed by Harry who had gotten out of bed and trailed behind her. The two of them then went down to have dinner together with grandmother.

Chatted a little about a few things. Cleo finally found out that grandmother rarely had the opportunity to come to Harry's house even if it's just visiting or staying there.

Feeling that Harry was too cold to her and quite stubborn especially about his principles about women. Sofia had thought that Harry would not possibly be able to marry with his bad mindset towards any woman.

But who would have thought that her thoughts were wrong. Sofia finally calmed down because Harry was finally able to open up and find a woman who was so kind and compatible with him like Cleo.

It was 9 p.m. and it was Sofia's time to sleep. They ended their conversation. Delivered Sofia to her room assisted by Daniar who also accompanied her to sleep in the next room.

Cleo said good night to Sofia.

Enter her room together with Harry. Cleo started to remember the problem where she should sleep.

"I saw that there was a blanket and a small mattress in the cupboard. I'll sleep on that side of the bed over there. so if someone knocked on the door or something, I could just run upstairs to pretend. Isn't that a good idea?" Cleo asked with her sudden idea and quickly followed the situation.

Harry looked at her seriously.

"You are like a chameleon who is very adaptable to circumstances. Could it be that you are the incarnation?" asked Harry, tentionally sarcastic. Cleo didn't seem offended. She was proud of what he said and laughed.

"That's a nickname I used to hear back then when I was busy with a lot of work. They said I was like an insect that jumped from place to place according to my needs and moods. They said I was pretty good at adapting. And you also think that way?" Cleo exclaimed with very, very proud of herself on purpose. So that would not have the reproached for Harry to taunt her again.

Harry who was replied like that could only shook his head. He could not believe that his words were easily reversed by Cleo. Harry felt quite overwhelmed by the way she was thinking.

So far, how many women want to be close and be able to sleep with him? But because he was lazy to deal with them and hated all their attitude that itched him. Harry repeatedly built high walls around him.

But now, after Harry had not built any walls around him and instead offered a place openly for the woman to be near him. Cleo instead chose to sleep anywhere as long as it's not with him?

Harry gently massaged his head which was starting to feel heavy. Harry chose to leave her alone so she could be satisfied.

"Then, what grandmother said was true?" Cleo asked, starting to open the conversation again when they were both stretched out in their respective sleeping positions.

Harry on top of his bed. And Cleo beside under his bed. They stared at the same ceiling. Thinking more precisely what question Cleo asked. Harry replied succinctly.

"What do you mean with Grandma's words?" Harry asked without looking at Cleo. Harry started to close his eyes.

"Grandma said about your ex-lover named Aretta. Is it true that because of her you became so indifferent to women?" Cleo asked with all her curiosity.