Mafia Wedding Games

Chaptre 49. The Shopping

After the trip Gara, now the car arrived at the headquarters that looked like usual. Some of the gates he passed and now Gara entered into one of the rooms which was a collection of them members.

"Welcome to our headquarters, I hope you don't forget this place, Gara." said one of the members who lined up with Gara.

His name was Danu, he smiled grinningly at Gara who stepped closer to him.

"What Mr. Dave has arrived?" ask Gara.

"Is that important to you?" sahut Danu again.

"I don't want to make a fuss. Tell me what Randa-"

"What's? Randa didn't give you any news? maybe he's been following in your footsteps who forgot the skin."

Because he rolled his eyes lazily and soon passed away. "There's no point in me being here, I'd better go and be here when Mr. Dave is back." he murmured.

"Well I know, I should just go buy the needs of pregnant women." said Gara.

His face excitedly stepped towards his car and passed through several gates ready with the gazes of the guards at that door.

The car drove to a mall, without knowing if today Kharisa back to go along with Rifal. They went to check all the locations that were separated from their companies. Some of their factories came today until Kharisa felt exhausted.

In the next location's travel car Rifal notices Kharisa's face.

"Kharisa, your face is very pale" said Rifal worriedly.

"Oh this is only because of lack of makeup, President." said Kharisa lying.

They refocused on purpose despite several times Rifal stole a glance at the woman beside him at this time.

But for the convenience of Kharisa, Rifal did not dare to ask again as Kharisa said if he did not need to worry.

The trip has now arrived at one of the palm oil processing plants. Rifal immediately waited for Kharisa to come down with him.

They walked parallel to steal the views of the workers in the factory.

Both seemed to focus on observing until they gathered the workers who were in the place to give directions. While Kharisa who saw the palm processing waste seemed to frown his forehead while watching to be disposed of.

"My president feels we have a good path this time" said Kharisa with full spirit even though he was very weak.

"What's that?" ask Rifal curiously.

"We can also benefit from the waste." said Kharisa pointing to the waste that has been directed to the disposal site.

"Well that waste, President. We can use that waste for electrical energy. Especially in the interior must be very needed, right?"

Rifal nodded slowly and he was very supportive of Kharisa's words.

"The idea is brilliant." said Rifal.

"Okay Kharisa I think we got here enough and now we have to go back to the company to have a meeting."

Both of them stepped towards the car but suddenly there was one of the factory equipment that accidentally fell and Kharisa who was shocked immediately pushed Rifal's body.

"Kharisa." shouted Rifal who had fallen down while Kharisa had fainted due to a fall of iron size is not so big.

All the laborers ran to swarm them, Rifal quickly carried Kharisa's body to the car.

Rifal's face was very anxious he rubbed Kharisa's face several times during the trip by continuing to lap him.

"Kharisa, get up." shouted Rifal while patting the woman's face gently.

After a journey that almost took an hour to the hospital, now both eyes of Kharisa have been opened slowly.

"Okay." Kharisa's moans sounded and then he massaged his neck gently which hurt.

"President." Kharisa jumped in shock when he saw Kharisa already in the lap of the handsome man with a plastic face.

"Why are you so surprised? is anyone very sick? we're going to the hospital now" Rifal said seriously.

"Don't, I'm fine, President" Kharisa said.

"No Kharisa, we have to go to the hospital to check on him. I'm afraid anything's happened to you. You saved me." said Rifal.

"I'm really fine, what about the President is fine?" tanya Kharisa assured her vision.

Rifal smiled calmly, seeing Kharisa worrying about himself he felt very happy.

His head nodded then suddenly carried Kharisa into his arms.

"Kharisa, thank you for taking care of me" he said slowly.

Kharisa's eyes glared in disbelief at what was happening right now. Kharisa quickly released Rifal's embrace on her.

"Sorry President, I'm just trying to work well" said Kharisa nervously.

He really did not understand what Rifal was thinking about him at this moment.

***

"Please sir, can we help you?" ask a waiter at a baby shop.

Because it looks confused what to buy for Kharisa.

"Em roughly what should I buy for a pregnant woman?" ask Gara.

"Oh for pregnant women? this is not the place, sir." he said with a big smile.

Because it still stays with its flat face. "It's a lot of baby equipment, how do you say it's not the place?"

"Pregnant mothers don't need any of this, sir. It's just baby equipment. Not for his mother."

"Tell me now what to look for for a pregnant woman" Gara half-whispered.

"This just write on my phone and tell me where I should look" Gara said again as she handed me her phone.

The woman immediately typed.

Pregnant women's clothing, pregnant women's belts, special pillows Pregnant women, Bra pregnant and breastfeeding, Milk of pregnant women, healthy snacks, pregnancy vitamins.

"This is sir, everything is complete." the woman thrust her phone at Gara.

"Huh? does it have to be like this?" Gara was surprised to see the list of necessities for Kharisa. Not because of the abundance, but because the name is very privacy for Gara.

The worker's face smiled shyly at Gara's awkward expression.

"Womens' belts? Bra pregnant and breastfeeding?" muttered Gara called two objects that he thought were the most unlikely if he went shopping.

"Let me drop off, sir." Because he woke up from his daydream and freshly shook his head.

"Em... Look at it, you go buy me all this money for you." said Gara.

"But sir, I'm at work" he argued.

"Ah shit." said Gara annoyed.

"Where is his place?" ask for frustration.

"On the fourth floor, sir. There's a store called xx." he explained.

Gara immediately stepped away leaving a laughing face looking at the adorable handsome man.

"His face is very scary but the man is very romantic" he said as he held his hands into his own arms.

Gara stepped towards the floor and the shop that had been mentioned by the worker earlier. His eyes stared into the shop really the visitors were all filled with women. No one filled that shop. Some visitors were escorted by her husband but they only arrived in front of the store for accompanying their child.

Because staring continues to consider his steps whether to enter or retreat.

But if he retreats in vain his journey today.

He is eager to see Kharisa can feel the attention of Gara.

"Hah is a fool." he said and continued quickly to one of the workers in the store.

"Please sir, can we help you?" asked the woman looking at Gara to the back. He thought that there would be a woman who would come with Gara, but it turned out that there was none.

"Give me everything in this book." For giving up her phone with her cold face.

"Okay, please wait a minute."

Now some time Gara has seen two women who work in the store stepping towards him. "In the end my struggle is not in vain" said Gara with relief.

"This is sir, but there's one that we haven't brought" the woman said.

"Why?" ask Gara wonder.

"For bras we haven't asked you, sir, the size." said the waiter.

Gara's face became nervous, his eyes glanced back and forth to look at each of the women's chests that stood out.

All who heard immediately hugged their respective bodies as it was conscious with Gara's gaze.

"God what are they thinking? I don't even know the size. Ah but I remember that it's not wrong that Kharisa used to look like that woman."

"How big is your bra?" Because asked innocently to make the visitor woman angry.

"Hey you pervert! how dare you ask that!" his screeches.

"Tell me or you want me to finish!" hardik Gara retaliated against the woman's scolding because he was very embarrassed to not want to let Gara have to show his face again.

Everyone immediately fell silent without daring to speak again this time.