Sharing Love: Between Us

Chapter.217 Forwarding the Event

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"Well! What do you want, brother, to the apartment?" ask Riska, with widened eyes.

"Forging our show, what else is it? Not that from this morning you have prayed again yes, it means that you have gone dong monthly guests?" said Keenan, with his casual style, while installing a seat belt.

Riska was silent, she was trying to digest Keeenan's words.

'What way? Isn't our lunch over?' risk in the Heart.

'Wait, did he say monthly guest?'

Riska even had to think hard to break Keenan's words. Until he finally widened his eyes, so understood the meaning of all that.

'What's this? Only then did he take another one, ' Riska was confused herself, aware of Keenan's request because of his efficacious attitude in the restaurant.

"I don't want to. Kan brother already know, if I have to nemenin people fitting clothes in the boutique," said Riska, giving alasana.

Keenan started running his car, out of the restaurant area.

"Indeed, no one can replace you for a while? It's just fittings, not designs." Keenan glanced at Riska with a pleading gaze.

Riska turned her face, in her heart she felt reluctant to go home to the apartment. However, seeing the face of her husband, she also did not have the heart.

Actually her monthly guests had stopped since yesterday, only, because yesterday Keenan came home late, so she did not see Riska was working on the isya prayer.

'Oh my God, how is this?' risk in the Heart.

"A–da anyway .. but–"

"Well, then let's go to the apartment first!" Keenan said with a face of sumringah.

"Where's your phone?" Keenan raised one of his hands in front of Riska.

"Make what?" tanya Riska, looked at Keenan with a probing.

"Here, I borrow your phone first, you will know, baby, too" Keenan replied.

Riska finally wants to hand over her cell phone to her husband.

Keenan immediately searched for the name of one of his sister-in-law's boutique employees. Then call.

"Eh, brother, who's phone?" asked Riska as soon as she heard the dial tone, from her phone.

"Mba Sekar, I want to tell him to change you," said Keenan, with a cell phone in the opposite ear from Riska.

Not long after, the phone was connected.

"Hello, Mba Sekar. Please accompany customers who want fitting clothes, Riska there is a sudden interest, so can not return to the boutique," said Keenan directly.

Riska widened her eyes, when she heard her husband's words, she tried to snatch his cell phone.

"Abang, get back on my phone" Riska said, she removed her seatbelt and leaned over to grab her phone in Keenan's hand.

However, Keenan deftly diverted it and disconnected his phone just like that, without wanting to hear an answer from his interlocutor.

"Well, it's taken care of, how's dong?" keenan said with a phone shown to Riska, but still did not hand it over.

"Prophe! Ih, you nyemeblin." Riska hit Keenan's shoulder, she's still trying to take her cell phone.

"Akh, sick, baby," lamented

Keenans.

"Biarin, who told you to be a really nice person," said Riska, with annoyance.

Keenan chuckled, he then stuffed Riska's phone into the pocket of her front pants.

"Take it if you dare" said Keenan with a triumphant smile.

Riska looked at Keenan's pants, she shuddered when she saw her phone was there. With a rude gesture he turned his face away.

"I'll give you a gift, if you dare to take the phone in my pants pocket," Keenan said again, teasing his wife.

"So, I don't need a gift" Riska said, leaning back with her eyes fixed.

"Don't you really try to take it first?" ask Keenan again.

"Ish, Brother! It's so noisy!" cebik Riska's.

Keenan's laughter finally exploded, seeing his wife's face meet red.

'You were created just for me, Riska. Only you can make me feel happy and laugh, without the need to joke or try to be funny in front of me, Keenan murmured.

He refocused on the street in front of him, which looked quite deserted, to make their journey smooth and faster to get to the apartment.

Riska could no longer hold back her nerves as Keenan's car began to enter the apartment area.

'Geez why am I so nervous, when this is just going back to the apartment?' murmuring of Riska's heart.

Keenan stopped his car in a special parking lot, he got off and opened the door for his wife.

"Please my wife" he said, reaching out to help Riska get off.

Riska shook her head faintly, looking at Keenan who looked extremely exaggerated. But she also served her husband's wishes.

They walked towards the elevator, with Keenan seemingly unwilling to let go of Riska. The man's hand continued to be on his wife's waist, with no intention of letting go for even a second.

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Just a moment ago, she was a restaurant, Alana was staring at the departure of the two people, with her hands clenched so tightly.

'You can't be happy anytime!'

The gaze that had since looked friendly and filled with smiles, had now turned sharp and vengeful. His face looks so dark too.

"Lana, what the hell are you doing, why are you acting so to Keenan's wife?" ask Aryo. He deliberately mentioned his wife's name, to let her know that he was being serious.

Alana turned her gaze to the husband, she smiled slantedly.

"What attitude? What's wrong with my attitude?" alana asked in plain style, and the look on her face changed drastically.

"You're like someone who doesn't like Riska, it seems Keenan is also offended by your attitude. What else when you bring up about his wife's work" Aryo said, trying to explain.

"Ah, maybe it's because they're too sensitive. I didn't mean anything" replied Alana.

Aryo looked at Alana, she was like she was looking at someone else at the moment.

"really?" asked Aryo, who was immediately embraced by Alana.

"I really didn't mean to offend them. You believe me, don't you, honey?" alana asked, with a pleading face.

Let's look at his wife, then nod.

"All right, I believe you. But, next time, help you keep your attitude and talk more, I do not want this incident to repeat itself," said Aryo, firmly.

"Yes, I promise" replied Alana.

"Honey, we better go home too, pity the kids wait for us long." Alana said in a spoiled tone.

Aryo nodded, he then raised his hand, to pick up the maid.

Aryo asks for a payment bill for lunch this time, but, it turns out all of it has been paid by Keenan.

"I'm sorry, sir, all the bills for this table, they've been paid by your friend" said the waiter.

Aryo frowned when she heard the waiter's reply, but then she nodded with a faint smile.

"Heh, the rich man's mind, he's willing to pay for someone else's food," Sardonic Alana, muttered to herself.

Aryo again saw Alana, when the muttering of his wife, could be heard softly in his ears.

However, a second later he shook his head slowly, relieving the stifling feeling in his heart.

They decided to get out of the restaurant and return home.

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