Marrying a Mysterious Man

Code From Baker

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry. But I was just a fad, I also want to remove the lipstick on your face, just yeah ...." Shira did not continue her words.

"What is it?! You want to be so shy in front of my dad?" Akash was still busy wiping the red stains all over his face with a tissue and cotton swab.

The two of them were arguing in the bathroom.

Shira wants to help Akash clean his face, but Akash avoids the touch of Shira's hand.

"Not to be helped!" Akash seems to be so upset.

"Akash .. don't be angry! I'm sorry for you, '" Shira whined her lips in dismay.

Akash actually could not bear to see Shira who whined continuously apologizing to him. However, somehow he also had his own pleasure when he saw his wife panicked like that.

"I'll forgive you depending on whether you treat me tomorrow night" Akash said, then threw the dirty cotton in the sink and left Shira alone in the bathroom.

Shira is still so unkind. "Ishhh .. I'm sorry it's so hard!' gritted, then he immediately cleaned the tissue and cotton that was scattered on the sink, and he also wanted to dry his hair using a hair dryer found in the bathroom.

Meanwhile, Akash is now sitting on the couch, across from Baker. Baker also stopped from laughing.

"Sorry, Dad. I waited a long time" he said stiffly.

"It's okay. Hm, now I understand why you chose her and made her your wife" said Baker, who suddenly smiled faintly.

Akash again knitted his eyebrows together. "Huh? What do you mean, Dad?" tanyanya did not understand.

"It's okay, it doesn't mean anything. I'm just happy, it turns out that Dad's son is not as scary as it was in people's eyes."

Akash was still pensive to try to digest his father's words, he understood a little but he did not want to guess the purpose and purpose of his father's words.

"Oh yeah, I just came here to talk to you about something" Baker said.

"What's talking about, Dad?"

"About your wife" Baker said very seriously.

"What's the matter with my wife, Dad?"

"It." Baker handed Akash a thick red envelope.

Akash immediately grabbed it and opened the envelope and pulled out the brown paper inside.

Both of Akash's eyes immediately bought the perfect, how surprised he was when he saw a writing contained in the paper.

"Dad ...." Akash looked at Baker with his panicked face.

Baker nodded. "The target is not just our family, but your wife as well" Baker said.

At once, Akash squeezed the paper tightly, his eyes sharpening with the protruding veins on his forehead. Now there is only anger and emotion that controls his soul.

"Damn it! How dare they run and threaten my wife!" with a hardened jaw.

"Therefore, Dad should send you to Canada as soon as possible" Baker said. Baker took out a small piece of paper from his pocket. Give it to Akash with a face full of care.

"What is this, Dad?"

"Open up, and after that you'll have to tear it up" whispered Baker vigilantly around.

Akash opened the paper given to him by his father. Inside the small paper was a secret message that Baker told Akash.

(Don't go to Canada, 'cause somebody's gonna stalk you. I'll send you to another country).

"Dad ...." Again, Akash looked on in disbelief at his father.

"Robek," whispered Baker, raising both eyebrows to code. Akash nodded slowly and obeyed his father's orders.

Akash's feeling was pounding more and more as he tore the paper apart to a very small shard. Then he pocketed the paper into his pocket.

"Dad, how could Dad a-" Before Akash finished his remark, Baker first gave him the code with his gaze.

"There's a white lizard in our house" Baker said.

Akash understood immediately.

Baker could only take a breather, and he chose to end the conversation. "Here we go, let's have breakfast first, I go first to the dining room, yes" Baker said, then passed by from Akash's room.

Akash was pensive with a thousand approximations in his mind. "How can there be a stalker in this house?" his inner. He also became a little afraid and must be careful with his behavior or speech.

"Whoever it is, I'll never let you get away from me, asshole!" his mutter stared blankly at the wall with his determined gaze.

Akash also chose to approach Shira in the bathroom which he said wanted to dry her hair.

"Shira are you done?" akash asked as he opened the bathroom door.

Shira who is still busy styling her hair, she turned to Akash for a moment. "Emh, Akash soon."

"Well, then I'll wait for you in the dining room." Shira nodded her head in agreement, and Akash immediately went to the dining room. What happened to be when he was about to enter the dining room, he resigned his intention and turned instead into the kitchen.

And when he just entered the kitchen area, he accidentally saw the presence of Asten there.

"Ngapain he's in the kitchen," murmured Akash immediately hiding near the antique cabinet that was nearby. Taking Asten from kajauhan.

Akash was so curious about what his stepmother was doing in the quiet kitchen that she is today. Because it is not usually Asten comes to the kitchen to help prepare food. So Akash immediately suspected the movements of his stepmother.

"Alright, it seems like it's enough for him to get into the hospital," Asten murmured shortly after he stuffed something into one of the omelette plates lined up in front of him.

Asten looked wry making sure no one saw him there. Then the woman went to the wasbak to wash her hands.

And Akash hastily moved his place into the storehouse of staples. He opened and closed the door slowly, while still peeking at Asten from the gap of the door slightly opened.

Now, Asten was walking with two omelette plates in the tray. The intentional smile of the woman's face looked once, displaying her cunning.

And when Asten passed through the storage door, it was at that time that Akash could clearly see the plate that Asten was carrying.

"He must be planning something" Akash murmured. And when Asten made it out of the kitchen area, Akash hurriedly followed her. He forgets his goal to take milk for Shira.

"That old lady, I must teach her a lesson right now," she murmured inwardly.

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