Mafia Wedding Games

Chapters 93. The Journey to the Hospital

The clear sea water as bright as a bright eyeball was radiating in front of me at this moment. There was no happiness, no peace I was looking for again after I found everything in your eyeballs that radiated happiness. And happiness is certainly from me, the man who loves you so much.

Garas

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The thick blanket that continues to be the object of the seizure of a husband and wife is now thrown away until scattered on the floor.

"What's? you still want to close which part? I've all been through that curve." said Gara.

Immediately Kharisa crossed his hands to cover his chest.

"Gara, stop it. I am your wife, not a display material that you can look at like that." said Kharisa when feeling uncomfortable. Because he always wags a blanket that covers the innocent body of his wife.

"And I'm your husband. I deserve to enjoy even if I just see it. You as a wife must obey your husband." reply Gara who smiled sumringah.

"Don't embarrass me like this. Come away I want to take my clothes." Kharisa persuaded with a sweet smile.

Slowly the woman began to move to shift her body to reach for the clothes on the side of her bed, but immediately Gara made a sound. "Eits.I said this is our schedule. That means let us not wear anything that will interfere with the activities in this room. Don't argue."

Never mind, it seems like Kharisa would be tired if again and again had to argue with the man in front of him.

With a face of annoyance and resignation, Kharisa finally lay down without wearing a single cloth. His face was scowling, Gara really had the heart for him.

Because the one who saw him slightly raised his smile, for a moment his hand placed the glass on the table after finishing drinking. The man walked back to the bed, his body almost grabbed the wife.

Tring..trings. The phone rang over the nightstand. His face bent looking at the call of the new number.

"I can go crazy if I follow your request Gara Crisswong." Kharisa's inner being slowly grabbed the blanket and wrapped around her innocent body.

Instantly the look on Gara's face looked gloomy, there was the sound of someone occasionally shouting whether the cause, punch or kick or the other. And do not forget the sound of crying women who accompany.

Shortly after that. "Hows it? do you still know their voices? or my voice? How are you, Gara?"

A very familiar voice, will never be forgotten by Gara. "Mrs. Dave." he said softly.

Kharisa who saw it from the direction of the bed suddenly leaned his body on the mattress. He could see the look of the husband's anger from the tight grip of the shaking hand.

"Hahaha..do you remember your father, son? go home. Our business is not finished. I'm waiting for." The phone connection was cut off unilaterally. Because of anxiety.

"What's wrong?" ask Kharisa.

"We're going home now" he said so worriedly.

"Go from here! go!" Mistress Harina cried out hysterically when she saw Randa was no longer powerful. His body and face were covered in bruises from the blows of some of the mafia members.

While Mr. Tedy has held his chest that returned relapsing. The man's anger really peaked until he wanted to attack Mr. Dave.

"Dad, you're such cowards!" Vano grimly stared fiercely at Mr. Dave.

No matter who he is and his twin brother also gets an attack from them.

"It's nothing compared to the betrayal of your son, and you're a traitor!" said Mr. Dave sinlessly stepped away after pointing at Randa.

"Dad, hang on. We'll go to the hospital." Madam Harina held me in her husband while crying.

"Mom.." said Mr. Tedy increasingly difficult to breathe air. His chest tightened, it felt so painful as if it was burning in his chest.

"Vino, let's help me pick up Dad. After that we help him." said Vano who moved his father's body and began to carry it to the car.

"I'm already okay. Take Dad to the hospital. Hurry along!" randa shouted with her weak voice.

They heard what Randa said. At least he could still have a life to endure. While Mr. Tedy certainly not like him.

The car drove towards the hospital. Along the way Mrs Harina kept crying. Vino brought his own car with a panicked face. I don't know where their driver is.

"Dad.hold on. I beg you."

"Mom, I'm not-i-at. Kha-risa, ma'am." Mr. Tedy was heard trying to say something but it felt very difficult to break through that sentence.

"Dad, calm down! Kharisa is giving us grandchildren. I need to heal." Madam Harina said with a smile. Sometimes his hands rubbed those falling tears.

The trip was quite crowded that day, Mr. Tedy who laid his head on the lap of the wife erus thrashed in pain.

"Vin, manhunt!" vano shouted in panic.

"Yes, this is fast too. I'll hold on." Vino glanced at the rearview in front of him.

Mr. Tedy's face began to pale. His eyes began to look upwards. His breath seemed to be broken.

"Dad loves Mom." Hearing the heartwarming expression, Madam Harina's face smiled happily while nodding softly.

"Yes, Dad. I love Dad too much. Don't leave Mom, Dad. Mom is sad when Dad leaves. Let Mom go for a second before Dad leaves?"