Just Just Marrying

Negotiations

"Today was the toughest day for Rania to make up her mind, but I couldn't be by her side." Kyara sighed after reading the short message that Rania sent.

"What's up, baby?" Gerry approached Kyara who was playing her phone on the bed with a sad face.

"Today Rania's mother will ask for an answer from Rania. Rania must have been very hard on accepting the wedding." Kyara.

Gerry nodded in understanding. "Just pray for the best for him. Aren't you sure your best friend won't be happy?" Ask Gerry.

Both Kyara's shoulders went up. "Eitherway. But I'm really worried about him." Breathe freely in the air.

Gerry stroked Kyara's head with his fingers still moist. "Rania is a good woman. He will surely find his happiness in his own way of life." Gerry.

Kyara smilingly looked at Gerry's face that was soaked by the water droplets of her still wet hair. "Hopefully." Reply with hope. "Wear your clothes. I want to see Rey first." Said Kyara rising from the side of the bed.

"Aren't you going to help me wear clothes?" Gerry showed his smile.

Kyara quickly shook her head. "Not for now. I have to go." Kyara hurriedly leaves the bed before Gerry returns to tease her.

Gerry laughed at Kyara who was so anxious. "It seems like my decision was right." Gerry muttered with a long breath.

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Gerry seemed to scratch his head that did not itch when he saw Kyara again gave the box of pink stock into his hands. His gaze turned to Assistant Jimmy who was staring at his wife flatly but was full of rejection of his master's wife's intentions.

"Darling..." Gerry said with a stiff smile.

"Yes? What's up?" Kyara asked, looking at Gerry's hand, who was a little reluctant to accept the box. Mama Riana who was not too far away from them also turned to Gerry.

"Can you change the color of the supply box for me?" Gerry was a little scared.

"Why?" Kyara's forehead shriveled. "What's the color of the box?" Kyara pulled back the box that was almost in Gerry's hands and lifted it in front of her face. "Sweet color." Praise Kyara staring at the box.

"The color is sweet, baby. But it's not sweet to give it to me." Gerry hesitated a little.

Both Kyara's eyes are smoldering. "You don't like the stuff I brought?" Said Kyara with a face turned soft.

"Bu-not like that. It's just—"

"alright. I won't give you any more provisions if you don't like." Lirih Kyara dropped her box. There was a feeling of tightness when she thought her husband was not receiving supplies from her.

Kyara breathed a sigh of relief. This time it was Kyara who scratched her non-itchy forehead. She did not think that the box did not match her husband's fierce character.

"Ehm... Alright... I'll replace it tomorrow... But... Can you keep this box with you today? It will take a little time to move the contents of the new supply box." Pinta Kyara with flickering eyes.

She's so cute. Gerry's mind was feeling anxious.

"To this day let this stock box alone. You can replace it tomorrow." Take the box out of Kyara's hand. "Jimmys... Get the box in the car!" Gerry's word is without concern for the plotting from his Assistant.

You really fucked me, Miss. Shouts Inner Assistant Jimmy.

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