Marrying my best friend's sister

Megan and Frans

"Well come on, just like a stalker we are today."

"It's not like a stalker, we've been stalking like this" Megan replied, sneering at Icha.

Making Icha hold back her laughter, this ridiculous thing she did was drag Megan down her assistant as well.

"Alright in exchange I will treat you, whatever you ask you can buy" said Icha, now they have walked away from the place was stalking Hana and Alex.

"really?" ask Megan to make sure.

"Yes, as long as it doesn't make it hard for me."

"Hemm okay, it's not hard, I just want to buy Chan**" said Megan.

"Okay, I don't think it's hard" Icha said shrugging her shoulders.

They walked to the hotel first to clean themselves and change clothes. Then the way back did not forget Frans the bodyguard who sent Arka to Icha, who always followed wherever they went.

"I'm done come on." said Icha, his hand clutching the bag on the table.

"Well, a minute, am I beautiful?" megan asked in the mirror again.

Icha glanced at Megan who was still turning around in front of the mirror earlier. "I guess you're like the guy who's gonna go on a date then."

"I'm getting suspicious, don't." Icha's words hang. Then one of his hands shut his mouth.

"What??" ask Megan.

"You can't say yes, I just want to look beautiful today" Megan said.

"I feel like you like someone, because you don't usually look like this."

Icha observes Megan's appearance from top to bottom, then returns to the top.

"Udah ahh come on,"

Megan did not respond to the strange allegations from Icha. He himself pura pura do not know.

"Why stay where you are" said Megan looking back.

"Do you like Frans?" whisper Icha in Megan's ear.

Blushhhh instantly made Megan's cheeks glow red, like a tomato that was red. "No, I'm sure you like it."

Now they walk, to a nearby outlet, through a search on g**gling search.

"You don't tell me who," Megan replied quietly to Icha.

"Why are you laughing at me." asked Megan.

"No, nothing."

"Here you go," take Icha again.

In his mind Icha he imagined the next silly thing what would happen, as soon as his ignorant idea appeared.

"Almost ate at the restaurant." cried Icha to Frans.

Currently they are already in the car they rent from the hotel where they stay, Icha does not need a tour guide, because this area is still the area of his grandparents and great-grandmother.

"Why eat?" megan asked confusedly, with an unremarkable heartbeat.

"Why aren't you hungry??"

"Ohhh or don't you go on a diet?" icha asked Megan with her eyes still focused on her phone screen, replying to her husband Arka.

"Well, I'm hungry too." Megan replied stiffly.

"Don't be stiff like this, or you'll be considered a strange woman like that cold man." whispered Icha in Megan's ear.

Making Megan glance towards the front, whose face can be seen from the rearview mirror, making Megan's heart feel explosive happy.

"Be normal, don't show anything strange in front of him." whispered Icha again.

"It's over, miss."

The car carrying them had reached the front of the restaurant, but the two women sitting behind were unaware. Until the baritone voice interrupted the two.

"Ah really, alright." Megan stammered.

"Let's eat with us too." Icha ordered Frans.

"Ah no miss thank you." reject Frans politely while bowing her body.

"It's an order of no rejection" Icha said as she glanced at Megan.

But Megan shook her head, a sign she disagreed. Icha no longer spoke, but her footsteps drew closer to Frans, and Icha herself held Frans' hand and dragged him into the restaurant.

"My lady is still full."

Icha seemed to care about her hearing, while Megan was still silent in her place for a while, but when she realized, it was only after Icha and Frans went inside.

They choose a comfortable seat, next to the window whose view leads directly to the plants outside.

"Here please choose first."

Megan and Frans hold the menu book together, until the hands are tied together, but not a romantic link, this is not intentional, "Ah you used to be okay" said Megan pulled her hand.

"No, you go first." Frans replied in his flat voice expressionlessly.

"Not just you."

"Hey, you don't have to fight like this, it's just about choosing food, not a place to argue." cried Icha reflex. Icha looked at the two in turn.

Seen once if Megan's face flushed to hold her heartbeat that could not be conditioned, while Frans looks more relaxed and calm.

"Well this is so eat what not, why even be quiet like this?" icha asked, crossing both of her hands on her chest.

"I'm sorry miss." Frans.

"Let's choose now."

Without answering again Frans said his order to the waiter, then returned to thrust the menu book to Megan.

"Ak.I'm just the same as you" Megan said until stuttering while speaking.

"You hear that?" ask Frans 0ada waitress.

"Okay sir,"

"I'm Sashimi, natto, malatang level 5." said Icha.

As soon as the maid left, Icha observed Megan and Frans alternately. "They are very stiff." Inner Icha wanted to laugh inwardly.

"French."

"Yes, miss."

"What do you work for?"

"I work to control you, miss."

"Ck, that's not what you meant, what were you before I went to work?"

"Lead lady." replied Frans flatly expressionlessly.

"Ck, shitty, eleven twelve with my husband again, it's worth telling him to be my bodyguard." Icha's inner monologue, it's like her hands are itching to punch Frans in the face.

"Example?" ask Megan chimed. But there was absolutely no response from Frans, it made Megan discouraged, visible from her facial expression.

"What example?" Icha repeated the same question.

"Being a private driver, gardener, or whatever job I do, miss." Frans finally replied.

"Ck, you can talk a lot as well as it turns out, I thought if you were very irritable." Icha crossed both hands after saying so.

"Where did you live before you were with us?" ask Icha.

"I don't think I'm doing an interview with you" Frans replied, irritating Icha for the second time.

"Ck, you, you deserve to have no partner, because your words are so annoying." Reply Icha to Frans.

"If the matter of the soul mate is the business of Lord Miss, I don't think you need to bother to take care of it."

"Yes you're right, a soul mate is God's business, but if there are women who meet men like you so ogah want to be close" said Icha, speaking slowly but emphasis. The tail of her eyes glanced at Megan. Hinted not to talk that no. But the soul of bar bar Icha cannot be held back.