Mafia Wedding Games

Chaptre 82. The Pride That Comes From the Frenzy

Noticing the tense atmosphere, Randa quickly opened their meeting back then. Kharisa looked embarrassed.

The day that he should focus on starting to work with Gara actually makes Gara alone to do it. Cold sweat started pouring down the man's face as he stood in front.

Although everyone did not have the heart to see Gara, they could only enjoy the nervous scenery ahead. The most important thing was to fill out their meeting this time.

Randa closed her mouth wanting to laugh. Evil, maybe that's more precisely what was pointed at Randa. He laughed under the agony of Gara. Lucky everything went well.

Until finally the meeting passed smoothly. Rough breathing because it sounds clear then rubbed the sweat that escaped just like that.

"Finally done too, this must be because of the injection of spirit from my wife." Inner Gara looked at Kharisa who had not spoken since.

His eyes glanced at Randa. He raised one eyebrow and then smiled there. "You mustn't mock me anymore, I'm used to this." said Gara.

"Cih.so arrogant once you. The face was already like an undead so." ledek Randa then passed away.

But he had not left the room, suddenly Randa was surprised. "You're deliberately embarrassing me? I don't want to know I'm mad at you, 'cause. They're all laughing at me."

After a long time Kharisa silenced, finally the woman began to babble while slightly raising her tone. "Hey.I was not on purpose. Anyway the lights are off where I know the right place." Gara refused to admit his mistake.

Randa looked back. "It is better that the matter on the bed is discussed on the bed only. There's a cctv." While pointing to the top of the corner of the room, Randa smiled her smile.

Then he stepped away leaving the two still staring at the cctv above it. Kharisa's eyes are round. Today she was truly humiliated by her husband.

In a hurry, Kharisa left her husband. He stepped into his study. Regardless of Gara's call in the back.

"Kharisa's... Charisa." There is no lawful reference from Kharisa.

Running after his wife, the man made it into Kharisa's office, but suddenly, "Bruuuk."

The sound of a body crashing into that transparent glass door. Kharisa slammed the door of his room until Gara's face became his victim.

"Gosh my god." Kharisa was surprised to hear the sound of impact outside his room. The figure of the man standing holding his face in pain.

Even some of the employees who worked on the same floor as them were dumbfounded. Poor, funny, and amused. That's what they feel getting a free spectacle from the sole owner of Prosperous CW.

Kharisa who was aware of his treatment immediately reopened the door of his room and approached Gara. "What's sick?" tanyanya grabbed Gara's hand that covered her face.

"My face." said Gara without opening his hand.

Hearing Gara's ringing, Kharisa felt concerned. "Oh my goodness because of me he became like this." Kharisa's mind felt pity.

The woman still appeared to be wearing a suit in front of her. Inserting the arm of the suit from the front, he led Gara to his study. "Come to my room."

"Sit here, I'll ask for a device to compress your nose." Kharisa really could not bear to see the nose that looks red Gara's nose.

He quickly grabbed the mobile phone in the room. Kharisa appeared to be talking on the phone and ordered someone to come into the room to bring his order.

Outside the room Randa seemed to be frowning her forehead. Then he stepped closer to one of the employees around him. "Hey, what's wrong with the boss?" ask her without looking at the face of the woman who looks neat.

"So his face hit the glass door as he was about to enter the room, sir" he said, pointing with his gaze.

"You sure you just hit the door?" search Randa.

The woman's face looked astonished. How he spoke as if it was just a small accident. "Yes that's all, sir" he replied with a doubtful look.

Randa who heard just now smiled strangely. "Basar is already good at playing drama apparently now" he then stepped away.

His steps stopped when he passed a cleaning service. "Hey, what is that?" ask Randa to see objects that she should not carry around in this office area.

"This is Mr, at the request of Mrs Kharisa."

"You go away."

Randa could only shake her head while heading towards her study.

In the workspace Kharisa, there was a knock on the door that displayed the figure that had been waiting for.

"Get in." said Kharisa.

"This is the mistress of the compress tool." while thrusting the compress on Kharisa, the man immediately left Kharisa's office.

"Thank you, yeah."

After the departure of cleaning service, Kharisa seemed to start the action of slowly touching the nose pointed at the husband.

"It hurts." said Gara with his flat face only a voice that shows if he was in pain.

Gosh, can this guy's face change a little if he feels something? but in fact it didn't hurt at all. Perhaps only Kharisa felt so guilty that she did not realize the expression of her husband who had always looked at her face so close to him.

"Here you go, you better take a break. It won't swell."

"But this will be swollen if not compressed until the pain is gone." Gara grabbed the hand of Kharisa who was about to leave the sofa.