Marrying a Mysterious Man

Want to Repeat Again?

“Oh yes, Kala, I say home yes, it's night too, I'm not good with people who have a home,” Shira said, directly saying goodbye to Kalala and her mother. And then hurry up from there.

Kalala was still curious, he also gave a moment to his mother, then followed Shira who was going to the car park.

From a distance Kalala observed Shira who entered the black car, it can be said that it is a luxury car that is certainly worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.

“He's in whose car?” kalala murmured in the heart. Because actually Kalala is also still curious about the rumors circulating on campus, if Shira becomes a mistress of married men. However, Kalala did not want to believe the news.

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Meanwhile, at Mr. Baker's mansion, Jackson was talking to someone on the phone.

“Alright, make sure tomorrow everything is safe and running smoothly as we planned. And don't let her husband come there,” Jackson said then ended the phone.

“However?” ask Mrs Asten— Jackson's mother.

Jackson turned to face his mother, then grinned with intent. “Tomorrow, everything will definitely go smoothly. I will make sure that he will not be present at the event tomorrow,” he said.

Then, replied with a smile full of satisfaction on Asten's face. The four-headed lady, seemed happy to hear it. I don't know what they're planning tomorrow, which is definitely a plan that has something to do with Akash.

“Look at you, Akash. I will not let the wealth and inheritance of my husband fall too much on you,” murmured Asten full of ambition.

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Meanwhile, the streets of Jakarta tonight are quite free, the lights of vehicles and building lights and shops, also decorate the sparkle tonight.

Akash is still focused on driving, splitting the streets in the crowd and among the drizzling rain spots that wet the earth.

At the red light, he stopped his car.

"How are your friend's parents?" tanya Akash opened the conversation, because from the hospital earlier, only silence enveloped them.

"Emh, it's still like yesterday, there hasn't been a change."

"If operations?"

"Oh, not yet, probably tomorrow or the day after, I also forgot to ask about his operating schedule," Shira replied. Akash nodded his head slowly.

"Oh yes Akash, again I want to say thanks to you. Thank you for helping my friend yes" Shira said sincerely.

Akash looked over, developing his smile. "Yes, as long as you don't forget, by my request last night," he replied with a simple smile.

The statement, immediately reminded Shira of the incident last night, where Akash asked for a condition if he wanted to help his mother Kalala.

Shira smiled, blushed shyly, remembering it, now both her cheeks have blushed red, so shy to remember the incident last night.

"Why? How are you smiling?" tanya Akash who deliberately made Shira embarrassed himself.

"No! Who was smiling to himself," Shira denied instantly being silent without the slightest smile.

Akash looked at her even more with a facial expression that made Shira want to laugh.

"Akash! Don't look at me like that!" his gerrick.

"Why indeed?"

"Ah.. don't! I don't like it!"

"But I like it" replied Akash who deliberately looked more and more seriously at Shira with a smile.

Geck, tok, tok.

The car's glass suddenly knocked, when Akash turned around, there was a small child standing near the steering window.

Then, Akash lowered the car glass by half.

"Om, the knife, Om," the little boy, dressed in a shabby, wet shirt, offered Akash two packs of tissue.

"Oh my goodness, Deck. Rain again is this still selling?" asked Akash, who could not bear to see the little boy selling tissue while raining at a red light.

"The knife's not over yet, Om. Um want a knife, Om?" hail the boy.

"God .... Yes, here Om buy everything," said Akash.

"Really, Om?" asked the boy who was rubbing his wet face.

"Yes, how much is the rest?" ask Akash.

"There's 10 more packs, Om."

"Well, how much did I buy everything?"

"Everything's fifty grand, Om."

"Om, this is mostly, Om." The child counts it, and there are five pieces in total, if the total is 500 thousand rupiah.

"Udah for you alone," said Akash, then take a clear bag containing 10 packets of tissue and save it to the back seat.

"Yeee.. Thank you very much, Om." The boy ran for joy over some of his friends who were around the red light.

Akash who just realized it turns out that the children who sell tissue is not just one person, he was quite sad to see it.

He wanted to call the street children, but the red light had turned to the green light, and Akash had to drive his car.

Shira thought that Akash would take her home, but just drove a few meters, ahead of her, she stopped her car.

"Loh, why?" shira asked confusedly.

"Those kids, it's raining like this still has time to sell!" akash said, then took off his seat belt, and opened the car's door in half.

And when Akash's gaze with the boy had met, Akash immediately shouted to him again.

"Hey, the tissue-sellers are all here!" yell Akash.

Children who were raining while offering their wipes to some riders, they immediately ran for joy towards Akash.

"What's up, Om?"

"Om gonna buy our wipes?"

"Yes, I want to buy all your tissues" Akash said. And without asking, Akash immediately gave them 500k of money each.

The children of tissue sellers were excited instead of playing, looking smiles and wide laughter from their sincere faces.

"Om, thank you very much, Om," said the five of them simultaneously. Akash smiled.

"It's late, go home" said Akash.

"Yes, Om ready!" speak them with spirit.

Although Akash is typical of ignorant people, but his sympathy for young children, parents and women is very high. Behind his fierce face, a soft and soothing heart was stored.

"Geez Akash, why did you buy this much tissue?" shira asked in surprise, as Akash kept dozens of packs of tissues in the back seat.

"It's okay, anyway it's stock," Akash replied with a full smile, putting the seat belt back on his body.

"Stock? But, the stock at home is also still a lot."

"It's not for home, but it's special for us" whispered Akash slowly, turning the engine back on.

"Special for us? You mean what?" ask Shira who doesn't understand.

Akash smiled wryly, his glance at Shira as if implying the meaning of something. "You forgot what happened last night? You said you didn't want to swallow it, did you? ... If you do not want to nelen, yes already use a tissue just clean it," said Akash full of intent.

Shira immediately bought both eyes. He did not expect that Akash would dare to discuss this matter.

"Oh my goodness Akash! These words are yes!"

"What happened to my words?" tanya Akash is fishing on purpose.

Shira immediately plucked her lips, folding both hands on her chest. "Udah ah, let's go home!" shira.

"Ekhem! I really want to rush home, do you want to repeat the one yesterday?" his question made his mind go everywhere.

"Akash!" Shira turned her head, raising her cold gaze. Directly made Akash chuckle to see the funny face of his wife.

"Yes, yes, we go home now" he replied. "Duh, who was impatient," he continued slowly, immediately got a small pinch on his shoulder.

"It sucks!" cetus Shira, still with her adorable pouting face.

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