Mafia Wedding Games

Chapters 38. The Brain Can't Get Like Kharisa

Because that stopped the car right at Mr.'s headquarters. Dave seemed to be greeted quickly with several other mafia members.

Gara got out of his car and stepped towards the place where Mr.'s special room was. Dave. His hand knocked the transparent room with an atmosphere that seemed as usual dark. Only certain parts are highlighted by the lights of the room.

Mr. Dave loved the dark wherever he was. And it can not be separated also by Gara.

"Mrs. Dave." said Gara firmly while continuing to move his legs closer to the man who is currently turning his back to himself by folding his legs sitting leaning on the sofa of his greatness.

"You have come apparently" said Mr. Dave unwillingly turned his body around looked at Gara.

The atmosphere was silent, because he took a deep breath and then he said again. "I'm sorry, Mr. Dave. I have to be unable to come with you at this time. My father is in a very bad state. Can I-" (gara's speech stopped when he saw Mr.'s hand. Dave went upstairs parallel to his head leaning against the sofa).

"Is that right? not because of that woman?" Mr. Dave said very accurately.

Gara's eyes seemed to spin around and around as if he was not aware that he was currently not just lying to Mr. Dave was lying to himself.

"Gara, what are you saying?" he also felt confused.

"Yes, Mr. Dave. I'm afraid if anything happens to my dad. I beg you after my healthy father immediately overtakes you." said Gara.

"Go away." said Mr. Dave.

Gara lowered her head then rushed away from the headquarters. Mr. Dave seemed to nod his head a few times with a grinning smile on his face.

"Right now I'm not forcing you, but I'll never let you go Gara" he said, clenching his hands tightly.

Because he came out of the room and some members who were guarding outside the room looked down respectfully at him. Everyone stared at Gara's departure with his flat gaze.

"Mr Susan. Dave is done, it's time for me to meet Dad before I pick up Kharisa later in the afternoon." he muttered as he looked at the fancy clock coiled around his wrist.

The car drove back to Mr. Tedy's residence before arriving home, because he took the time to buy Mr. Tedy's cake.

He returned the car and a few moments later Gara arrived home.

"Father it's Gara." said Mrs Harina smiling with relief when she saw her son's presence in front of their yard.

It just so happened that Mr. Tedy was enjoying the atmosphere in front of their house in a wheelchair while eating in a bribe by Mrs Harina.

"You've returned apparently?" greet Mrs Harina.

"This is because I brought my dad's favorite pandan brownie" said Gara by handing over a packet of cookies to Mrs Harina.

Mr. Tedy smiled happy to get the attention of his son. "For Dad?" ask Mr. Tedy not to believe it.

"Yes." said Gara.

"How's Dad doing?" ask Gara.

"Father is good" said Mr. Tedy.

"How can I ask you for help?" tanya Tedy looked doubtful in there looking at her son's face.

Gara seemed to be frowning his forehead deep. "What do you want, Dad?" ask Gara.

"Dad ask you to check the state of the office, because in recent days I have been unable to go down to the office while Khard until today can not contact me." said Mr. Tedy.

"Gosh how can I forget Dad's office?" muttered Gara realized with a job that he had not finished.

"Alright, Dad don't worry, 'cause you're gonna get it all over the line. I'd better take a break." Peech Gara.

Mr. Tedy and Mrs Harina smiled with relief at Gara's words. "Then I'm going to Dad's office right now" he said, moving back into his car.

***

While Kharisa who had been sitting there felt strange with Rifal's gaze on him. He lowered his head as Rifal continued to look at him with a deep gaze.

"Sorry President, is the meal over?" tanya Kharisa braced herself.

"Oh yeah, are you full?" rifal asked in surprise from his long daydream.

"Yes already, President." sahut Kharisa.

"Didn't he say he wanted to say something?" murmured Kharisa remembering the lunch invitation to discuss the work.

"Oh yes, President." replied Kharisa quickly.

At least Kharisa chose to immediately go home to the office and get through his work faster. It would not feel good to be with that man.

On the way still the atmosphere looked silent, "Kharisa." called Rifal with eyes that had been out of sight since when to look at him.

"Yes, President." said Kharisa politely.

"Later tonight is there empty time?" ask President Rifal.

"empty?" tanya Kharisa does not understand empty time as to what he means, of course Kharisa will not be empty when he gets home of course Kharisa will soon sleep.

"Try entering your number on this phone." Rifal.

Kharisa looked at her nervously, hesitatingly taking the thin object after Rifal's hand thrust it back.

"Relax Kharisa, this is just for work. Of course all the secretaries will be like this in his treatment." murmured Kharisa calmed himself.

Both have now arrived at the office and returned to focus work, as well as Rifal who returned to focus work occasionally his eyes glanced at the laptop screen which he deliberately reduced the cctv's appearance.

***

"Good day, Mr. Gara." greet the workers in Mr. Tedy's office.

The atmosphere of the office still looks like usual, Gara immediately stepped towards the desk Khard. His eyes dizzy after opening one by one the files that had accumulated it.

"My brain doesn't seem capable in this field" said Gara rubbing his face rough.

"Kharisa" he said unknowingly calling his wife's name.

"Well, I'm gonna take all these files to the car, and tonight I can ask him for help" Gara said.

"Bring this all to my car." asked Gara.

"To the car, sir?" ask one of the workers in the room.

"Well, sir" he said, quickly bringing some heaps of files on Khard's desk at the time.

After getting tired of going around, Gara decided to sit for a while in the room, and closed her eyes. He felt very sleepy those sharp eyes slowly closed perfectly.

The very blazing weather out there with the sun shining so sharp it slowly looks shady again, its existence is no longer parallel to the position of the twelve hour hand. The workers have passed by in Mr. Tedy's office indicating that their working hours are up.

"Master...Mister." call one of the workers who woke Gara up.

"What's wrong?" ask Gara with eyes that have been reddened.

"It's been time to get home from work, sir." said the worker slowly.

Because he rubbed his eyes rough and immediately stood up without saying anything, he glanced at the watch in his hand which already signaled his wife had gone home from work.

"Kharisa" he said as he moved quickly from the office running towards the car and immediately he drove his car.

It didn't take long for Gara to reach the office where his wife worked. Kharisa appears to be walking beside Rifal. Gara's eyes stared intently at Kharisa, "Who is that man?" ask from the car.

"Gara" Kharisa said in his heart when he realized her husband's presence.

"Sorry President, I go home first" said Kharisa who had not had an offer from Rifal to go home with him had already moved away from the man.

Gara still stared clearly at how Rifal looked at his wife until now, "What are you here for?" ask Kharisa.

"Seeing your behavior that always seduces men. Do I need to imprison that man too?" peekik Gara's.

"You-" (the words of Kharisa who has not had time to refute now Gara had already asked him to get into the car).

"What the fuck are you?" kharisa asked annoyed.