Getting Married Due to a Trap

It's done

Been busy? It is common for Khaira's life to be in the city. Even his feet feel sore. But it's okay for the future, for the sake of the funan. As long as you can buy a diamond.

Yes, as this life. Sometimes it is like riding a comedy, sometimes being on top, and sometimes being on the bottom. Sometimes happy, sometimes sad. When described as eating cermai fruit is sometimes very sour, sometimes bitter like drinking herbal medicine brotowali, sometimes sweet like honey.

And right now, Khaira did not understand what she was going through. Because life is well enjoyed the process, he feels more complaining only makes him less excited, especially now his body is less fit.

Hahh. his head feels heavy, and his body feels shabby. But, even so, Khaira tried her hardest to move to deliver the customer order menu with full care, so as to arrive at the customer table safely.

"Ra table number ten," said Silla.

"Yes," Khaira nodded briefly and carried out her duties as a servant.

Time has passed, after the customer began to quiet this time it was indeed Khaira's turn who was assigned to dispose of the garbage next to the restaurant where the trash can is available.

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19:18

Kevin runs his bike at high speed. No matter the urban roads crawled by other motor vehicles. He passed through the rat road, like narrow alleys, to avoid traffic jams.

It did not take long, Kevin had arrived in front of the restaurant where Khaira worked. He immediately got off his bike, and walked to the restaurant, where he saw all the employees of Rezki on duty. But he did not find his wife.

Kevin took the initiative to ask one of the employees, none other than Khaira's cousin, "Mita?"

Mita is surprised to see Kevin is not yet home from work, "Why are you getting here faster than usual? Eh yes, usually do you rarely pick up Khaira huh? Pan lo busy with your many girls to lo rentengin in the fur ketek huh?"

What's up to Mita to say? Kevin argues that Khaira must also tell a lot about him to Mita. Kevin immediately asked the point, "Where is Khaira?"

Mita frowned, and smiled cynically, "Ngapain lo find Khaira, dah sono you will be busy with the world of night lo that is not useful!"

Kevin was furious about Mita's answer that provoked his emotions that were not stable, "Could you tell me where Khaira is?" arrogant snapping.

Mita and a friend were surprised to hear Kevin ask in a high tone, as a result of not being used to seeing a man angry. A friend of Mita answered.

"Khaira looks like she's throwing garbage next to the restaurant" Asih said pointing outside the restaurant.

Without waiting for long, Kevin immediately ran out of the restaurant and searched for Khaira's whereabouts. At that very moment, he saw Khaira walking with her eyes down while Khaira's hands were seen toting two black plastic bags, like going to throw garbage.

Kevin immediately approached Khaira who was not aware of his existence.

“Cute me now!” tell Kevin while holding Khaira's arm.

Khaira was spontaneously surprised to find a man suddenly holding his arm from the side, without seeing the person. Khaira brought out the silat style she had learned.

Once a hand was struck, Khaira pulled the hand of the man who had surprised her and turned the body and slammed the man into the barbed of the restaurant side courtyard.

BUHGS

“Aaahh...” erang Kevin found himself slammed into the hard cement-based streets in a round print.

Khaira saw the man she slammed still clenching his hands, but she was surprised when the man who had surprised her. Turns out her own husband.

Kevin endured the pain in his shoulder that hit the hard of the brick.

“It turns out that your energy is not comparable to that small lo body!” Kevin sat down and looked at Khaira.

"When did Kevin come? Why didn't I hear your footsteps?" Khaira stretched out her hand in front of Kevin, “Makanya next time Mas Kevin do not suddenly aja nongol, use the event to hold hands again. I'm afraid, who do I think? Feel herodang!”

Kevin welcomed Khaira's hand, he then stood up,“Because you've bull me, now you have to come with me,”

Khaira kelabakan, “Wah can't do dong Mas Kevin, I'll work again. Later I can be scolded Boss!”

Kevin did not touch Khaira's rapport, nor did he pay attention to the gazes of some people who had just come out or into the restaurant. He still pulled his wife's hand towards his parked motorcycle.

Khaira is inexhaustible towards Kevin who acts as he pleases, “Mas Kevin, I must say first the same Boss!”

“Later I told him!” cetus Kevin briefly, then put a helmet on Khaira's head without waiting for the owner's approval.

“But Mas Kevin, my bag is still left inside!” again and again. Khaira makes an excuse for Kevin not to take her by force.

“Later call Mita, tell her to take it,” done already she put a helmet on Khaira's head. Kevin pointed at the back seat with his chin, “Good!” her word.

“But Mas!” hardik Khaira, he looked at Kevin full of astonishment, there was whether Kevin dragged him like a kind of kindergarten that was difficult to be invited home when he was busy playing.

“No buts! If I say ride, yes ride!” decreed again. Kevin doesn't want to be debated. Because his mood is not good.

“Why is Kevin always forcing his own will. Is it because I look easy to bully so huh?” hardik Khaira did not stay silent, he was already caught off guard by Kevin's actions glad to act as he pleased.

Impatiently, Kevin finally slightly forced Khaira to climb into the rear seat of the motor, “Good!” her word.

Khaira flinching, she clasped her hands together in front of her chest.

“This is what makes me always want maksa lo, because in reality you like to be forced!” Kevin bent down and raised one of Khaira's legs to step up to the motorbike. Of course Khaira rebelled, but that was nothing.

“Ck, um Kevin, I said don't touch me. The dawn incident still traumatizes me!” hardik Khaira, now he is sitting in the bonnet of Kevin's motor sport. In fact, it is not as easy as turning the palm in forgetting Kevin's treatment at dawn.

Kevin was silent, he did not answer Khaira's talk. He guessed that what Khaira wrote in her letter this morning was a lie. How could it be that quickly forget about the incident.

“Clearly where are we going?” khaira asked still in a jutek-sounding tone.

“Udah ready!” Kevin has sat on the motorbike and is ready to also advance his motorbike, “later you will know.”

Kevin also drove his bike blend together with other riders.

Khaira was holding on to the end of the seat, she was still afraid of what Kevin had done this morning. As if imprinted in his brain, that Kevin is a perverted man.

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