Mafia Wedding Games

Chaptre 66. Recollecting

Gara and Randa had not had time to finish their conversation suddenly the sound of the door was heard on tap.

Netra the two men simultaneously turned to look at the door that was now open.

The beautiful scenery of a beautiful woman with a formal appearance was so stunning in front of the two men.

Gara stared indifferently while Randa seemed to have difficulty sipping her saliva.

Rican. Beautiful woman friend and co-worker Kharisa, a woman who is currently lying weakly on the bed. He pulled his lips until he saw a friendly smile there.

The atmosphere was quiet, awkward. "Sorry, I'm a friend of Kharisa's office. Can I come in?" rika said doubtfully.

Because neither man responded to his presence.

"Oh. please." sahut Gara cuek.

Rika sat in the chair next to Kharisa lying down, while Gara still remained in her initial position still in the bed of the wife.

Looks like Rika put Kharisa's bag. "What about Kharisa? is he having something worrying?" he asked with a doubtful face.

Bara and Randa are unlikely to tell the truth, as Rika is not someone close to them. Moreover, this was very privacy with their lives. But when Rika looked at the two men's faces alternately, she seemed to understand.

Not wanting to delay his information and suspicions, he said what had been on his mind since last night.

"I'm sorry if I was sassy. But last night I received a call from Kharisa's phone. Looks like that guy wasn't you."

Gara's eyes rounded hearing Rika's confession, "Call? a guy?"

Gara quickly grabbed the wife's bag. "Yes, I thought maybe it was a call from you and after you called Kharisa suddenly fainted yesterday. I think if you want to say something don't scare Kharisa. Pity him." Rika said with full warning.

Of course he thought that the man was Gara, the man who was with Kharisa at the moment. Because if you remember on the phone he called a crazy man, it's a sign that the man who called him the man Kharisa loves.

"Wait, but why are your voices different?" Rika again thought hard trying to remember the tone of speech and also the typical voice of the caller last night.

While Gara who does not care about Rika talking is now busy braining his wife's mobile phone. He opened one message. I can confirm that the man is Khard.

Gara's jaw hardened as he read all the messages on his wife's phone.

Randa who saw the expression of her friend could guess one thing. "Where?" the question is on target.

"Yes." answered briefly.

Rika was speechless looking at the faces of the two men who were with her at this moment.

"You?" ask Gara who is pointing towards Rika.

With understanding Rika smiled. "Well, I'm Rika." he said.

"Can you tell your boss that Kharisa doesn't work first"

"No, I want to work. I still have a lot of work, Gara." Kharisa who was still asleep suddenly sounded when his sense of hearing caught the verb.

Because of annoyance. "Hey, you're still sick. Don't push yourself yet." cried Gara.

Kharisa tried to support his body and sat on the bed. Rika gave a smile of friendship to Kharisa.

"Iya Kharisa, you don't go to the office just yet. I'll allow it to President Rifal. You rest first." Rika's boss agreed to Gara's words. "After all, don't you feel at home with a handsome guy like him? huh uh?" rika continued in a whisper.

"Rika, I have to work. I can't afford to skip work. I have a responsibility, Gara." Kharisa explained to the woman as well as Gara.

If it's stubborn like this because it must be weak. "OK, if you insist. But Randa will be with you all day. Because I have to go to Dad's office." said Gara.

Kharisa's eyes glanced at the husband's body with a look of shock. He remembered that Gara should still be lying limp.

"Why did you all get away?" asked Kharisa who was staring in horror at Gara's arm there. Some of the gunshot scars are still clear.

"I'm fine."

"No, you have to be taken care of first." - denied Kharisa.

Come on, Gara, it seems that your body is much weaker than Kharisa if heard from the order of the Lady.

"Randa, please call the Doctor to give my husband treatment." peka Kharisa but Randa has not yet moved, because he has stopped him.

Because it deliberately gave a picture of himself that was so concerned for Kharisa so that the woman would undo her intentions to the office.

Rika and Randa gave their smiles. What a dramatic queen.

Shadow Kharisa starts surfing. "It seems I just need to close the knee, because it just came out a lot of blood." Because he keeps blabbering like a bird.

"I beg you not to make yourself miserable again. That's enough yah." persuaded Kharisa to frown.

"Then we're both here to heal?" Gara stared at the wife hoping that her impromptu acting would pay off.

"No, there's Randa. I'm totally fine. Once my work is done I'll see you soon. Okay?"

"Then we both go to the office." This time Gara has a powerful technique to prevent his wife. In addition to being worried about health, he was also worried that the crazy man would be present while Gara did not want to fight the man because his strength had not fully recovered.

"Iya Kharisa, besides if you force work, will be sick again how? more and more jobs will be abandoned."

"Yes, then I have permission first, Rika, please tell the Rifal President."

"Okay, this fruit don't forget to spend. I'll go to the office first. Bye." Kharisa and Rika land each other's cheeks.

Kharisa and the two men in the room stared at Rika's departure.

Because he accidentally turned off his wife's phone. He did not want Kharisa to communicate with the man again. And this morning it looks like Kharisa is forgetting his problem.

"Is it still sick?" tanya Kharisa saw every wound on her husband's arm.

"Yes." answered Gara.

"Why then?" ask Kharisa.

"It won't work all but your medicine."

Kharisa's forehead frowned in confusion. "From me?"

Both of them looked fixed while Randa could only be a mosquito repellent. "Yes, you should get around the wound, it will heal quickly." said Gara.

"Ehem." Randa's voice cleared up to make Gara tickle annoyed.

Kharisa who refused to show his affection to others chose to settle on the nightstand. He saw his briefcase there.

As his body moved to reach for his briefcase, he recalled being in the study. His eyes stared intently at the bag and shook his head. "No.don't!"

Kharisa pushed the nightstand rough until Gara and Randa were surprised to see fruit and medicine scattered with broken glasses on the floor.

"Hey... Kharisa, what's wrong?" Gara grabbed his wife's body and hugged her. Kharisa is crying hysterically again. He closed his eyes and kept his ears shut like that.

"Hello baby, I miss you."

"Take care of our son."

Khard's words were again echoed in Kharisa's memory.

"Nooooo!"

Kharisa grabbed his hair until Gara firmly grasped the hands of his wife. Randa ran out to find a doctor.

Without giving up, Gara continued to hug tighter and kiss the top of the head of the wife.

"I'm scared. I'm scared." Kharisa's voice was heard repeatedly saying the same thing and slowly began to disappear after the Doctor managed to inject a sedative there.

Gara's embrace loosened, he laid his wife's body. Sweat splashed on the man's forehead as well as Kharisa.

"Well, when will my wife be like this?" ask Gara.

"Sir, maybe you can find a new atmosphere so that patients can forget slowly this pressure. And could be more daring to face his memories."

Because he was silent while adjusting his breath. Randa looked miris at Kharisa, what a pity.

"You should bring refreshing." proposed Randa.

Doctor and Gara simultaneously looked at his face.