Mafia Wedding Games

Chapters 83. Maintaining Pain

Kharisa seemed to believe her husband's words. He sat back down on Gara's side and then continued to compress the nose.

"Do you still want to keep your distance from me, Kharisa?" Because holding his woman's hand on the sidelines of the compression action takes place.

Kharisa was surprised to find his hand in the hand of the husband.

Suddenly there was the sound of Adzan dzuhur reverberating. "I'm going to pray first. Aren't you coming?" kharisa immediately switched the conversation.

Because who used to be so confident is now silent. His eye beads rotated irregularly. "Will my worship be accepted if my hands are full of people's lives?" his inner.

Kharisa sighed harshly. "Well, you don't have to answer. You will definitely not want to do your duty. I'll go first." Kharisa immediately left his room without caring Gara who was silent seemed to ponder over all his mistakes.

"I'm sorry for myself who can't be your imam, Kharisa." said Gara, who looked at the wife's departure until she was not seen again as the elevator door shifted to close.

The day had spent half, now the workers passed by because the break hour had arrived.

The door of the room opened again, because of the figure of Randa in front of him who had revealed his smile. "Well, you're talented the more you come here apparently."

Because of her frowning. "What do you mean?" tanyanya.

When Randa was about to grab Gara's nose, Gara quickly pulled the hand over and threw it into the air.

"Don't touch it, it's only my wife's."

Randa chuckled at my wife's words. "okay.oke. Then are these some of the tricks you've practiced from our previous mission to soften the target?"

"Randa, don't talk about it. I don't want my night to be unable to sleep back."

The two continued to joke. While Kharisa who was in musholla realized after offering a few hopeful prayers to the almighty. "Oh Allah, what worship have I received? I haven't had a clean shower. Kharisa why did you forget to take a clean shower? it's because of him. Shouldn't be too energy-consuming huh."

Now Kharisa only curses his senile self. "What should I do? can't I take a shower now? O Allah, this time Kharisa asked for forgiveness. After coming home from the office Kharisa promised to take a shower soon." he said in his heart while cupping his hands.

After performing the prayer, Kharisa rushed to the cafeteria in the office. "I eat in the cafeteria. My stomach is not hungry. But what about Gara? did I eat in the room with him?"

Finally, with compassion, Kharisa took the initiative to buy food for her and also for her husband. Then he went to his work room.

"Loh Risa's sister? where you going?" ask Vino who passed by the big brother.

"It's over buying food for Brother and Gara."

"Oh...have love, brother?" seductive Vino while smacking her smile.

Kharisa rolled his lazy eyes, then hurried away leaving the sister without even answering her question.

As the elevator doors opened, Kharisa stared at his study. It is clear that Gara and Randa are having a conversation once in a while Randa looks like she wants to be served raw bogem by Gara.

Kharisa stepped over with a smile, looking at the scene in front of him. Randa was really reckless to tease because of that flat face.

Randa and Gara, who noticed Kharisa's sudden silent presence in the room. "Randa, I'm sorry I didn't know you were here. I only brought two portions of food. I'm gonna have to ask the worker to buy you." When Kharisa was about to reach for Randa's mobile phone already prevented it.

"Em.I'll go eat in the cafeteria. Y'all eat. I don't feel good about having to be the third person in this room, do I?"

Silent. Kharisa glanced at Gara then stepped sitting on the sofa. The distance between the two is not so close. Kharisa immediately arranged the food on the table.

"Eat, after this you'd better go home. Let me be here." said Kharisa on the sidelines of their meal.

"How can I eat, if my hands are tired, I've been holding this compress..." Because he seemed to hang his words.

Kharisa was nervous looking at her husband. "Bribery." pekai Gara with an expressionless face.

Although actually he was currently holding a triumphant smile when Kharisa did not comment in the slightest and immediately greeted the husband carefully.

"I want this one." For pointing at the other side dishes.

Kharisa just kept quiet. "I want to drink" he said again.

Kharisa grabbed a glass and helped her husband to drink.

"You're not eating?" ask Gara.

"Later I will eat after you." said Kharisa.

"Eat with me. People say if we eat one container and one spoon it means we will be difficult to separate."

"It turns out that a man like you who does not believe in God alone can still believe in the creatures of his creation." said Kharisa very well on target.

Because gulping hard salivation. His eyes glanced without rules hearing the wife's innuendo. "Who said I don't believe in God?" ask Gara.

The purpose of wanting to fight even becomes cornered. Too bad for you, it seems like you can't switch professions from a company owner to a romantic husband. Everything even makes your authority as a man fall free.

Where are you who always make your enemies disappear without being able to underestimate you?

"Have eaten with me." He continued his request.

Kharisa obeyed and they finished off one food box and left one more. Kharisa looked out calling one of the workers and gave it to him.

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Without feeling the time has passed so quickly, now Kharisa and Gara have headed to the car to go home. A day working in the building made both of them decide to arrive home soon.

The two get into the car with Gara who swaps positions with Kharisa who is driving the car. It seems that he is not willing if the wife who brought the car, but in order to extend his promise to Kharisa, he is willing.

"Well..why did he ask my woman to drive a car for him?" as the figure of the man who had observed the departure of Kharisa and Gara since the office.

"You are alone in the car, I want it to feel like I hit your car to plunge into the sea Gara. Honey, there's a woman I'm with you right now." batik Khard who's been driving his car on the way home.

Half way, Kharisa only realized if there are other cars following their path.

"Why is it like a car is following us?" ask Kharisa.

Because who had been busy stealing the eyes of the beautiful female driver through the rearview in the car was only aware of the words of Kharisa.