Love Brother Courier
7. The Duty of a Wife
Keyla went to one of the furniture stores not far from the place by using an online taxi. Once there he began to pick the things he needed.
The price of goods there is indeed much cheaper than the subscription store of his mother. Of course, the quality is also different. Bak said the seller, there is a price there is a likeness, quality shows the price. But Keyla's not really into it right now. The important thing was that not sleeping on the floor was enough for him.
He realized now his status was only a temporary wife of a courier. Be the courier's wife, while anyway. It's kind of sliced. But that was the choice he made. Therefore he had to save money.
After about an hour of choosing and bidding, Keyla finally got the items she was looking for. Wardrobe, bed and dipannya, fan, and do not forget the two-door refrigerator. All of that cost him up to 15 million rupiah.
“Huhhhh...” Keyla sighed seeing the rest of his money being depleted.
“Mba, the goods will be delivered to which address?” ask the Shop Owner.
“Follow my cab from behind, sir. This I want to go home immediately too,” replied Keyla.
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Keyla arrives at Shaka's house and asks the deliveryman to put the items he bought into the house. Of course it did not escape the attention of the neighbors left, right, front, who peeked from the window slit or just pretended to sweep the yard but his eyes could not be seen glancing towards the house Shaka. Pretty, new gossip material. That is what is in the minds of the mothers of the complex.
“Mba Keyla, are you home? I just finished cleaning,” said Ms. Irma kindly as Keyla walked into the house.
“Iya, Mom. After shopping directly home,” replied Keyla.
“The back room is clean, Mba. Already fragrant. I was mop too. Mas Shaka Room also has me clean up so Mba same Mas Shaka later tonight restful sleep.”
Keyla laughed in her heart. It's good, but the sleep is different. He has never been in his room.
“OK, Mom. Thanks a lot, Mom. I'll need help sometime. Can I call my mom again?”
“Bby, Mba. Be able. My house is out of here. Mas Shaka tau's. If so, I want to go home first, Mba. Or Mba is there something I need to help you with again?”
“Nothing at all, Mom. For today it was just.”
“Good, Mba. Excuse me for saying goodbye, yes.”
After Ms. Irma left, Keyla moved her clothes into the closet she had bought.
Everything is neatly arranged, the house is clean and fragrant with the help of Ms. Irma. Keyla walked around looking at the condition of the house, he was sure Shaka would be happy when he came home from work to find his house was clean and tidy.
Ah, I can't wait for Shaka to come home from work.
Keyla went into the room and laid herself on her new bed.
“It's safe...” says Keyla.
His eyes stared at the ceiling. This room was far less bulky than his own room at home. But he actually felt airy and comfortable in a room that only uses a fan as a cooler.
At his parents' house, although life was all luxurious and everything was all-round, but his life was not as comfortable as it is now. There were too many rules made by his stepmother and he had to obey. The beauty of all the luxuries given to him must be exchanged for his future. He had to marry a man who was famous for flirting with women almost every night.
That's why Keyla chose to leave her home. He brought nothing out of his house. Only a few pieces of jewelry are his so that he can sell and his money can be used for his life needs as long as he has not got a job.
The morning before Shaka came to deliver the package for her, one of her domestic assistants who was very close to her called her and told her that she would be forcibly picked up by her parents. His parents had already found out where he was before that.
Therefore, the arrival of Shaka to his boarding house is a fortune for him. He deliberately set Shaka apart from his parents, even though he actually did not think that he was married like this.
“Shaka, thank you for helping me,” Keyla said, remembering Shaka's handsome face.
He got up and took his phone out of the bag. He lay back and searched through Google.
“Tu-gas se-o-rang is-tri,” its ejection while typing in search.
The tring! Appeared!
Keyla smiled to herself when she saw some articles that appeared on her mobile screen. He began to read one by one of the articles.
“Although we are married is not based on love. But I will try to be a good wife to you. At least for a week, as long as I stay here. Consider me again to return the favor because you already helped me, Shaka,” said Keyla as if talking to Shaka.
Seriate...
