Rich Men Want Shy Girls

41. Shy Girl

The marriage took place and was legalized. Miki still can't believe she's married to Mike. Some of Miki's soul went nowhere, while his body sat on the bed with his mouth open.

“Miki you why?”

Lucy came into her room and immediately saw the face of her brother who was like a lifeless fool.

“Nothing sister?”

Miki acted as if nothing had happened. With a wry smile Miki immediately stood up from her seat and entered the bathroom to avoid Lucy the older sister.

After being in the bathroom, Miki began to look at her worried face, in the bathroom freely Miki could show her worry that had hit her since.

Drrrt.Miki's phone is vibrating. She gets a message from Mike who is already her legal husband.

Mike: Come to my room now.

Miki: For what?

Mike: You slept with me tonight.

Oh my God, what was he thinking? Is he crazy! He could have asked me to sleep with him. Inner Miki.

Miki: Sorry I can't.

Mike: Why?

Miki: Because Lucy's sister is sleeping with me, so please don't be weird.

Miki instantly turned off her phone and placed it carelessly on the bathroom sink table.

Miki's heart grew agitated after Mike asked her to sleep with him. Previously Miki had never been this restless, Could this unease be due to her marriage to Mike? It felt like smiling Miki could not, every time she smiled she must immediately remember her marriage. Suddenly her smile faded from her beautiful face.

“Miki what are you doing in there?”

Lucy knocked on the bathroom door. He was worried about Miki not coming out of there since he came to his sister's room.

Miki who was inside the bathroom started to practice her facial expression quickly. She was acting fine and then she came out of the bathroom with a pretty smiling face to cover up what she was thinking.

“What are you doing in there?”

“Sorry brother, I have a stomachache.” Miki lied.

“Miki sister hungry, make sister rice omelet.”

“Now?"

“A now, it has been a very long time that my brother did not feel the omelet rice made by my sister.want ya make an omelet rice brother?”

“Hem...OK, I'll make it even though it's midnight Miki will make it for Lucy.”

“Thank you my dear sister, let's make it now let brother accompany.”

They came out of the room and went down to the ground floor to the kitchen. While passing through the middle room Miki and Lucy meet Joe who is sitting bored on the sofa.

“Where are you going?” exclaim Joe.

“You ate,” replied Lucy.

“Bby Join? Your husband is also very hungry.”

Joe put on a face as he stroked his stomach repeatedly in front of Lucy and Miki.

“OK alright, you can come.”

Joe jumped up and hugged Lucy who was not far from him. Lucy quickly pushes Joe away from him.

“You're heavy away from me.”

Lucy immediately pulled Miki into the kitchen. Arriving at the dinner table, Joe is confused to see Miki enter the kitchen and instead sit at the dining table to eat.

“Miki, what do you want there?”

“I want to cook.”

“And there are already professional chefs to prepare food, why bother cooking?”

“I asked him to cook, can't I?”

“Of course you can, indeed Miki wants to cook what?” Joe grimaces at Lucy.

“I want to cook Lucy's favorite food, rice omelet.”

“Already don't talk much, Miki quickly cook there and you call your brother to join us for a meal.”

Brother don't call him. Inner Miki.

“OK ready Bos.”

Joe goes to call Mike upstairs, while Miki cooks and Lucy sits sweetly in the dining chair.

After a few minutes Joe came along with Mike. They join sitting in the dining chair that they usually sit on while eating.

“Where is Miki?” ask Mike.

“She is cooking in the kitchen.” Answer Joe.

“Why did you let him cook?” Mike was angry as he stood up from his seat.

“You sit down, don't overdo it. Miki won't poison you, she's a pro in the kitchen.” Lucy answered with a sharp look at Mike.

Mike sat back in his chair. He doesn't know why every time he sees Lucy angry he can't dwell. Is it because she is Miki's brother that makes her unable to answer.

“How can you marry him?” mike whispered in Joe's ear.

Joe who heard Mike's whisper in his ear could only pin his eyes on Mike. He can't answer Mike's words because Lucy can also hear what Mike whispers in his ear.

“You two can calm down no?” lucy's voice sounded terrible in the ears of the two men.

“Hem... alright.”

Mike and Joe shut their mouths. Sitting quietly without making a sound makes both of them bored. Moreover, Mike who could not see his wife, instead saw the two lovebirds look at each other in front of him.

“Hem...hem, excuse me for a moment to check the state of the kitchen. Fear Miki will ruin my kitchen.”

Mike stood up and looked at Lucy and Joe. He made sure that the two couples were unaware of his intention to meet Miki in the kitchen there.

Okay well, it's time I meet Miki now.Mike's inner.

Mike sneaks into the kitchen to see Miki. He slowly approached Miki who was busy cooking, while Miki was unaware of Mike's arrival behind him.

Mike began to approach Miki with his hands that began to move want to trace his wife's small waist. Almost a little more Mike managed to float it slowly to touch the waist gently and romantically, Mike thought.

“Miki, does anyone need sister help?” exclaim Lucy.

Lucy's sudden arrival makes Mike pull his hand back away from Miki. He acted as if he had done nothing in front of Lucy.

“When did you come here?” Lucy looked at Mike who was suddenly behind her.

“Barusan,” answered Mike calmly.

Hearing Mike's voice very close to his shoulder, Miki reflexively surprised and turned his body towards Mike who was at his shoulder.

“Why can you be here?” ask Miki groggy.

“Didn't you hear what I just said?” answer Mike sewot.

Mike began to feel iris getting the same question from the two women in front of him.

“Why are you angry? I just asked.”

“Hem, I'm not angry. You just continue cooking it, I'm already very hungry once.”

Mike switched the conversation, and awkwardly he stepped his foot out of the kitchen leaving the two sisters in the kitchen.

Lucy, Lucy, Lucy. Why does he always show up at the wrong times. Pissed off Mike.

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