Marrying a Mysterious Man

Quarrelling

Sorry, but last night the author entered the script wrong. Today it's fixed, and it's crazy up.

Happy reading and enjoy~~~

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One by one the modellers lined up on stage, as this was the time for the announcement of the winner. And the name Shira was called to be one of the winners.

The model stage, won by Shira, even though she only entered in third place, but at least like this, she will have a dream career as a famous model in the future.

“Damn it! How can he be the one who entered the top three champions.” Luna looked at Shira who was standing on the stage holding the trophy along with her charter. Luna was annoyed, because she did not enter the top three, not even the top ten winners.

“Iya, very strange. Though the clothes he used were only cowboy clothes, not fancy, not special, even look kampungan!” sahut Kea who stood beside Luna.

Luna felt more and more stifled to hear the words of her best friend.

“Yes, it should be our Sweety who wins. It wasn't that tacky Shira who won!” Sherly commented with annoyance.

Now that Luna's countenance looked grim, an aura of hatred increasingly enveloped her face.

“Something must be wrong. He seems to be cheating on the back!” said Luna staring at Shira from a distance with a gaze full of selflessness.

“Ah come on, I don't feel at home lingering in this place. It's so hot!” Luna brushed her hair back with one hand, and the three of them left the hall.

“Nashiraaa... you finally won too,” peekik Kalala so happy while widening her arms ready to hug Shira.

Shira smiled widely, then immediately ran over to Kalala dropping her body in Kalala's arms. And so happy, Kalala tightened her embrace to make Shira feel tight.

“Release, release!” pinta Shira while the two were still hugging each other in excitement.

“Uhuk, uhuk.” Shira coughed, then she chuckled.

“Ha ha, forgive me Shira, I'm too excited with your victory, you're okay ‘kan?” tanya Kalala laughed while letting go of her embrace.

Shira laughed, while still trying to catch her breath. “Iya, take it easy, I'm fine," she replied smiling broadly at Kalala. They both look really happy.

"Finally, my best friend became a champion as well. After this, you don't have to work at the rich man's house anymore, Shira. After this you will definitely get a job as a model in magazines, uhuyyy," said Kalala begtiu spirit.

Shira smiled looking at the happy look on Kalala's face. This reminded her of one of the ideals Shira wanted to achieve, which was to become a professional model.

"Yes, Kala. Hopefully with this opportunity, my ambition to become a professional model can be achieved" he said.

“Hey, congratulations yes.” Suddenly a man appeared among them, making Kalala and Shira immediately turn their heads in surprise towards the source of the voice.

“Eh, you ..” Shira recalled that the man was the man she had collided with on stage.

He is Boy, a freshman at this college. Take the same class as Shira and Kalala. Actually, Boy had known Shira since one week ago, but her existence was still not realized by Shira and Kalala.

The man smiled, displaying his dimples which made his smile seem very sweet.

“Oh yes introduce, I'm Boy.” Boy stuck out his hand inviting Shira to shake hands.

Shira momentarily glued, stunned by the sweet smile that was quite heart-wrenching. And Shira replied. “Em, Shira.”

After shaking hands with Shira, the man turned his gaze to Kalala. “I Boy.”

Kalala was also like Shira, she was fascinated by the smile and dimples of the man.

“Kalala,” Kalala replied to Boy's handshake.

“Oh yes, I have this for you.” Boy handed a bouquet of flowers to Shira.

Shira and Kalala momentarily exchanged glances, wondering why the man suddenly gave her flowers.

“For ... me?” shira asked hesitantly, pointing at herself.

Boy nodded, widening his sweet smile at the two girls in front of him. Moreover, he pointed that smile to Shira.

“Iya. Flowers from me as my apology to you, for the incident.”

Shira blushed. “Oh... That, you don't have to bother giving me a bouquet of flowers like this. After all, that problem was okay kok.” Shira answered while tucking some of her hair behind her ears, feeling embarrassed.

“Already, it's okay. Take it, I give it to you sincerely," said Boy still kekeh thrusting bouquet of flowers.

Shira and Kalala looked back. Then Shira smiled, nodding slowly.

“Alright, thank you,” he said shyly, while taking the bouquet from Boy's hand.

And suddenly, the handsome-looking man hugged Shira at a glance. Making Shira very surprised, even Kalala rounded her eyes to see the scene in front of her.

“Nashira!” the thunder of someone's voice sounded angry, making them all immediately turn their head towards the source of the voice.

Hurried Boy let go of his embrace. And turn to the source of the voice.

Shira increasingly bought both eyes when she saw a man with black eyes, which is none other than Akash—suamiinya.

Akash stood clenching his hands with protruding massages so as to restrain his emotions. His jaw hardened, his heart churned hot, then he let go of his sunglasses and now he glanced at Shira and her two friends.

Kalala looked in wonder at the man who was still standing. “Isn't that the guy I've seen before?” murmured Kalala inwardly, feeling no stranger to seeing the figure of the man.

“Ah... yes, he was the man who at that time picked up Shira, his inner”.

"Akash," said Shira slowly, as the man began to walk up to her.

Without making small talk, without a word, even without ethics, as soon as he came before Shira, Akash immediately pulled her arm, taking her away from her two friends. Shira momentarily turned her head towards Kalala, as her husband pulled her away from there.

Kalala looked at him confused. "Who is he really? Why was his treatment of Shira so rude?" ogre. Kalala did not dare to pursue them, because she knew it was already Shira's private realm, she could not simply interfere in their affairs.

“Akash," said Shira quietly, a little scared.

“Akash, wait!” Shira was about to let go of her hand however, Akash's hand was very strong. Akash kept taking her walking quickly. He doesn't care about Shira's calling. Even when Shira grimaces in pain Akash doesn't care about her.

They stopped in a hallway to the laboratory room, which happened to be quiet at the time because there was no practice other than students busy dabbling in the festival hall area.

Akash brushes Shira's hand violently, until Shira slips down to the side of the wall.

“What did you do with that guy huh?!” tanya Akash is not friendly. Now his eyes were filled with an outpouring of emotional flames.

Highlight the slightly piercing eyes that made Shira stiff with the figure of her husband. “A-I didn't do anything, Akash. He was the one who suddenly.”

“You think I'm blind huh?!" Akash cuts off Shira's speech. "You were on stage with that guy, weren't you on stage? And just now I saw you hugging her. Is that what the name does not do anything?!” his jolt was full of anger.

Both of Shira's eyes looked teary, the woman was not used to being jolted like this. For some reason, the jolt from Akash felt so piercing in the recesses of his heart. Although sometimes Shira was stubborn and a bit bar-bar, however, her weak and fragile heart, could not resist the slightest jolt. Especially from people he knew.

“I'm not performing with that guy, Akash. I was just in a model competition, and just now she was the—”

Before Shira finished her words, Akash cut her words again.

“Then, what is this photo?! You won the model champion with her ‘kan?” tanya Akash showed me a photo of her phone that Jackson had sent her. Akash did not give Shira the slightest gap to defend.

Shira was stunned to see the photo. "Loh, that photo. Why is that picture on you?" his tan was slow, looking up, staring softly at Akash.

"Why? You asked me why this photo could be on me?!"

"Hey, Nashira! I should have asked you. Why can you pose like this! And why didn't you tell me that you were following a fucking stage like this huh!? You want my dad to know this picture too?!"

“You should remember our agreement, Shira. Have you forgotten the terms in our family, huh?" tanya Akash is getting emotional. "Remember Shira! Daughter-in-law in the Atkinson family, forbidden to come into contact with any man other than her husband!” strictly full of emphasis.

“And you .. Because of your carelessness, I am now threatened, Shira. If it's threatened like this, you want to compensate for the power given by my father huh?!” akash is full of emotion.

Shira's tears can't be contained anymore. The words that Akash spoke were very painful in his heart. She did not expect that Akash would dare to speak to her like that.

His heart felt tight, wanted to talk but could not, his throat felt choked. Shira swallowed her saliva strongly. Her lips trembled, with both cheeks already soaked by her tears. He took a breath trying to regulate his emotions, then smiled bitterly trying to toughen up even though his heart was fragile.

“Akash, listen to me ...."

Although heavy and painful, Shira must be able to express her feelings at this time.

"Akash, I've never forgotten a single condition of your family! I also never forgot my promise to you, Akash! But, does it have to be like this you're talking to me? Do you have to bring up my weakness? I wanted to explain this misunderstanding to you. Butwhy? Why don't you give me a little time to explain what happened?!” Shira looked at the nanar, with mixed feelings uncharacteristic.

Her tears crept over her cheeks, for a moment Shira wiped them off slowly. “I know, I do not have any Akash treasures! If you tell me to replace the power given by your father, of course I won't be able to. It would be stupid if I brag to say 'can' to you!” he continued with an increasingly heavy voice.

The two fell silent, then looked at each other with disappointment. “If you think of me as a threat to your heart, now you better make that second request to tell me to leave your life!”

Akash knitted his two eyebrows. He actually did not mean to say it all, but because he was less able to control his emotions, unconsciously all the painful words were thrown from his mouth.

If it had been like this, Akash could not bear to see Shira who had been crying with both cheeks that continued to get wet with tears. However, he still felt annoyed at his wife who had violated family rules.

“Shira, don't get me wrong I never said or idle you as a threat."

"Don't misunderstand me?" shira asked with both eyebrows interlocked, repeating Akash's words.

"Oh .. So the only one who can misunderstand is you?"

"It's not like that, Shira. You should also be self-conscious Shira. I just don't want what you and I have been doing all this time .. to fail just because you did today.

"I'm afraid it's me?" Again and again, Shira felt that Akash's words cornered her greatly. Why should he himself be blamed.

"Stop Shira's! Don't cut my words! Listen .... You should also think, I could be this angry because of you! You've broken the family rule, Shira!”

Shira sniffled, sobbing, enduring the pain in her heart. He never thought that Akash would see this to him. He who is blamed, he also blames.

"I never broke the family rules!" he screams so emotion. “It's up to you to assume what I am! For sure I never broke any rules in your family Akash! Never Akash .. never!” he exclaimed with enslaved emotions, then left Akash just like that.

Akash ruffled his hair feeling frustrated. “Argghhh! Women have always been difficult!" confused.

　

Seriate...

Waiting for the next part. Comen dong under ehehe.