Marrying a Mysterious Man

Is He an FBI?

Before continuing to read this chapter, it would be nice for you to read chapters 109-110 first yes, because yesterday the author entered the script incorrectly, but now it is in fact hehe. Sorry yeah...

Happy reading and enjoy~~~

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“What should I hate about your profession?” ask Shira.

“Ja-so ..”

“Hm?”

“So actually, I—”

“Actually you what, Akah?” shira asked impatiently waiting for the next words that would come out of her husband's mouth.

“I'm an organ surgeon,” says Akash firmly.

Shira still fused her eyebrows together. “Organic surgery how?”

Because his wife seemed to not understand his intentions, Akash also invited Shira to sit first on the sofa there. Then take two canned drinks from the mini refrigerator in the corner of the room.

“Alright, I'll explain it from the beginning,” said Akash prepared to open up who he really is to Shira.

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21.00 Nights, Alexandra hotel.

Kalala just finished her job tonight. He glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist, showing it at 21:02 p.m.

“Oke, it's done. The guest will come in one hour,” said Kalala, then looked at the mattress filled with sprinkling red rose petals and there was a towel one jodo that clashed with geese.

“May your honeymoon go well, my favorite guest,” said Kalala who just finished decorating the room for customers who will honeymoon.

Kalala immediately fled the room, pushing the traley containing the sheets of former guests.

He walked up to push the trolley, then stopped in front of the elevator, pressed a button to open it. And he just pressed, suddenly the elevator door rang, moved open and showed two people he knew were in the elevator.

“Mr Jackson,” says Kalala a little surprised.

Jackson and one of the attendants, who were carrying a bottle of juice and a bottle of vodka on the tray, got out of the elevator.

“It turns out you're here,” Jackson said stopping his steps in front of Kalala.

Kalala nodded, then lowered her head politely in front of Jackson.

Jackson turned to the steward beside him. “Give it to him, and you bring this troley home down,” Jackson said.

The beautiful maid nodded, then handed the tray to Kalala.

“T-but, Sir, this is ‘kan—”

“I'm a guest here, and I want you to accompany me tonight,” Jackson said.

“Hah?” Kalala fell silent, holding a tray of one vodka bottle and one orange juice bottle and two glasses and one glass bowl.

Then the beautiful maid who came with Jackson took over the trolley that Kalala brought, and she went back into the elevator and left them.

“Follow me,” said Jackson walked first into the suites president's room.

“Pour for me,” says Jackson.

“Vodka or juice, Sir?” tanya Kalala, who was now sitting next to the table, folded her legs on the sweet seat on the carpet.

“Jus,” the answer is simple.

Kalala opened the juice slowly, then poured it into a glass that had been filled with two grains of ice cubes, and handed it to Jackson politely.

“This, Sir,” said Kalala.

Kalala was still silent, sitting sideways at Jackson's feet resting on the carpet.

While Jackson, the man was still curious about the woman in front of him. He is still determined to invite Kalala to work together to be his future wife.

“Fine,” says Jackson slowly.

Kalala looked up, looking at Jackson in a daze.

“Good, and sit next to me!” tell Jackson, pat the empty sofa beside him.

Perplexed Kalala, he seemed uncomfortable at his master's orders. “T-but, Mr. sa—”

“Quick, Kalala!” jackson closed his eyes, making Kalala unable to resist and finally he sat beside Jackson with a short distance away.

“Now come on, tell me what you want to reveal to me!” his word suddenly, made the two eyebrows Kalala immediately tightly interlocked.

“Say what? Oh, yes, surely he wants to discuss the issue of bonus money that 30 million,” muttered Kalala in heart.

“Oh about that bonus money, I want to thank you, Sir. I did not expect, Mister will be that good to me, giving a very big bonus,” Kalala said smiling happily.

Suddenly, Jackson clucked. “Ck! That's not what I want to hear from you!” his reply.

“Hah? Te-continue what dong?” asked Kalala innocently.

“Your relationship with Edwin,” he replied simply, looking seriously at the two eyeballs belonging to Kalala.

“Hah?” Again and again, Kalala was flabbergasted to hear it, not understanding what Jackson said about Edwin.

“Don't just hah heh hoh doang! I want to know your relationship with Edwin!”

Kalala was still silent in her confusion.

“Say! You're with Edwin not dating ‘kan?” jackson looked cynically.

“Hah? I-I mean, Master how?”

Jackson placed the juice glass lazily on the table, then refocused on looking at Kalala.

“Kalala, you were born in Surabaya in 1998, have a mother named Weni, now your mother lives in Surabaya with your aunt after finishing heart surgery.”

“You don't have to lie to me anymore, Kalala! I know everything, I know your family, I know your god and I know, you're not actually dating Edwin are you?” tanyanya full of search.

Deg.

Kalala's heart was pounding uncontrollably, her heart was panicked not relaxed. He looked in wonder at the man in front of him.

“Loh, how can he know everything?” batin Kalala cengo looked at Jackson's face. "Who exactly is this? Is he an FBI agent spying on me? B-but, what for?"

"All right?" jackson asked confidently.

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Seriate....

Hayo, on the curious isn't the same Akash's actual continuation?

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