Marrying a Hardenal Girl

Delano Murka

Mikayla was very excited this past week because she was finally able to start working at a boutique that was only a few kilometers away from where she lived.

His work visa, which he managed without Delano's knowledge, was approved by the Embassy in just a few days. He thought, probably because he had settled in the country so that he could get the visa easily.

Mikayla moves to her workplace after Delano leaves for her office. He decided not to tell Delano that he had found a job.

For her, Delano was already indifferent to whatever she was doing, and she felt like a free woman back without any strings attached.

That morning Scott offered Mikayla a ride. Scott was carrying his big dark blue motorcycle with a spare helmet for Mikayla to wear.

Mikayla did not wear the skirt or casual dress she wore in the previous days because she knew Scott would pick her up on a motorcycle.

There is a sense of pride that Mikayla feels. It turned out that he could also get a job and try slowly not to rely so much on Delano's debit and credit cards.

Mikayla smiled as Scott stopped his bike just outside the road where he was waiting.

"Morning sweetie's. How are you." said Scott, handing over a helmet to Mikayla.

"Never been better. Thanks." said Mikayla while tidying her hair back preparing to wear a helmet.

Not far from the place, it turns out that Delano's car was about to re-enter his apartment complex because there are documents that forgetfulness was observing Mikayla who was installing a helmet.

It is not difficult for Delano to recognize the figure of his wife. His typical Asian face with long hair that was always left unraveled made it easy for Delano to conclude that the girl who was talking to the rider was Mikayla, his wife!

Delano's jaw hardened, his chest immediately rose and fell rapidly due to his heartbeat that began to irregular. His eyes changed. There was a sense of heat radiating in his mind and also his heart saw the scene.

Delano continued to observe Mikayla riding on the dark blue motorbike and wrapped her hands around the driver whose face was covered by a black helmet. Delano knew that the driver who was being hugged by Mikayla from behind was a man.

Delano immediately paused his intention of returning to the apartment. He decided to follow the two men.

A few minutes later, the bike stopped in front of an unopened boutique. Mikayla got off the bike and took off her helmet and handed it to the man. They spoke for a moment.

Delano enjoyed the scene with a feeling of being about to explode while looking at Mikayla who was always seen laughing many times. The girl really enjoyed the conversation. From the moment the two people can judge that they have known each other well.

Mikayla was seen entering the boutique building through an unlocked side door. After his body disappeared behind the door, then the man on the motorcycle moved to leave the place.

The motorbike seemed to stop at a cafe that was still closed and quiet.

Delano scrunched his forehead. The place was not foreign to him because he had stopped by once or twice.

Delano got out of his car with common sense that was no longer in place. He really did look angry and upset. His hand was clenched tightly to hold back the anger that felt like it was burning his chest.

Without taking off his sunglasses, Delano walked quickly up to the man who had unlocked his helmet and was parking his bike.

The blond-haired man was shocked and took his motorcycle by the side when suddenly a hard fist landed on his left cheek.

The man tried to hold on so as not to fall. He was trying to gain full consciousness. While holding his jaw and cheek pain, Scott glanced at Delano whose posture was far more towering and dense than his.

"Hey, kid. Suppose it's a warning for you! Don't you ever dare to see my wife again!"

Delano spoke in an angry tone that he was trying to contain.

Scott's forehead crept.

"Hey, man. Who are you? What do you mean?"

Delano smiled cynically. "Don't pretend that you don't know about Mikayla. She is my dearest wife. Remember, this is gonna be the last time It saw you with her!"

Delano returned to his car and immediately drove him back to Baverly Hills. There was a feeling of satisfaction when punching the youngster's face. He had completely lost his mind that day.

Scott, who was still confused, massaged his cheeks and jaw which was very painful. Her white face now turned blue, purplish green.

He thought, was that person Mikayla's husband? Mikayla once said that she was married, but Mikayla never told her about her husband because she never seemed to want to talk about it.

Scott took a deep breath. He could feel the man's anger from the blow that had made him goosebumps.

Scott cursed himself. He then decided not to contact Mikayla anymore or take her for a walk.