That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife

That Beautiful Prisoner is my wife
Chapter 279



After interrupting the seriousness with a mild laugh, Brian and Mayang also re-activated the focus mode on planning Billy's wedding.


Yes, Billy has secretly contacted them, asking to carry out a secret mission that is the preparation of the wedding and its reception. Billy wants everything ready in no time.


"Darling, do you know Milly's dress size?"


Brian spontaneously turned his head to hear the question Mayang.


"Darling, you're the one who's right. Why ask Milly for the size of my shirt? I am the design!" brian grumbled with his hands still holding the book.


Mayang. "Yes, you know, hehe."


"You're a fellow woman, you know what Milly's dress size is."


Mayang was stunned for a moment, then shifted his seat docked to Brian. The pregnant woman looked at her husband and spoke with seriousness.


"Darling, is Billy sure to entrust his wedding plans to us? I'm not an expert in this field, honey. I'm afraid the results won't match Billy's expectations."


"Darling," Brian stroked his wife's hair affectionately to calm down. "If Billy's been entrusting, it means he's convinced we can be trusted. Relax, yeah. We can definitely handle this. There is a mother anyway. He's an expert in this field."


Hearing that, Mayang smiled. He breathed a sigh of relief then nodded confidently.


"Promise, we have to work together, honey." Mayang showed her pinkie so Brian could greet her.


Brian who understands the desire of the wife looks happy to unite his pinky on the pinky Mayang.


"Promise," he said steadily.


"I love you" said Mayang.


"I love you more" Brian replied.


"I–"


"Stop," cut Brian while sticking his index finger on Mayang's lips to signal his wife's silence. "I know what you want to say."


"Hehe, if followed by work is not complicated, right." Mayang laughed funnyly realizing the intent of Brian's actions just now. The man deliberately stopped, because usually they would debate who loved the most without anyone willing to give up, and now is not the right time to do that.


"Honey ..," said Mayang after a moment of silence.


"Heum." Brian who was originally looking at the picture of the example of a wedding ring, immediately stopped the activity. He turned his head, and looked at his wife while raising his eyebrows.


"How about we marry Alex to Bianca?"


Brian frowned in response to Mayang's words just now. There was no wind without rain, suddenly the woman had a crazy idea. Moreover, Mayang expressed it with innocent mimicry without guilt.


Indeed, as they already know, the same legal case that ensnared Alex and Bianca directly made the two often involved meetings on several occasions while undergoing trial. Especially before they did have a pent-up taste. On the one hand, Bianca who felt like a rumpuk missed the moon. While on the other hand, Alex is unaware of his love for Bianca due to his great obsession with Mayang. However, what makes Brian doubtful about Mayang's proposal is that the two are now different conditions in detention regardless of all the facts about the love of the two.


"Honey, getting married is not easy. People who are free to be outside can still have obstacles, what else is like Alex and Bianca who are still in detention. They just got punished, honey. It still takes a long time to get out of there." Brian explained.


"But many, many who marry in custody," said Mayang who immediately made Brian silent.


Brian sighed softly, while Mayang, still looked at her husband expectantly.


"Darling, we live in a country of laws. So, obey the law. And as for the marriage of Alex and Bianca, this is a matter of the heart. The decision remains in their hands. We don't know, maybe they still need time for self-introspection, or understanding their own feelings. It could be, the feeling they are feeling right now is not true love."


Brian was silent for a moment while observing his wife's expression. The woman slightly lowered her head with a frown. Seems to be thinking.


Seeing that Brian just smiled gently. He knew his wife's good intentions. However, not everything can be done easily, and not all things can end happily as human desires. However, clearly, behind all events there must be wisdom that can be taken.


"Honey," Brian softened as he grabbed Mayang's fingers and held it full of tenderness. Mayang turned his head, and looked at her husband with a still moody face. "Trust me, if they are in a match, they will be united by God's intervention."


A smile immediately adorns the beautiful face of Mayang. For a moment he had forgotten, if everything that happened on the face of this earth was thanks to God's intervention. Now he realized, why force yourself if destiny does not want to?


At once Mayang's right hand moved to hold Brian's hand which was fused with his left fingers.


"Yes, Honey. I understand now," he said in a steady tone. Brian smiled gently, then gently rubbed his wife's smooth cheeks as a sign of affection.


Mayang only resigned when Brian buried his body into the deck. She placed her hand on the waist of her husband.


"I'm sorry" said Mayang.


"Hem?" Brian knitted his eyebrows, then looked down at his wife's face. "Sorry for what? You're innocent, honey. I know you have a noble heart. So when you're happy, you want everyone around you to be happy too. I'm proud to have you, honey."


"I am more proud to have you" said Mayang.


"Me!" sahut Brian's.


"Ish, me!" Mayang also does not want to lose. He broke away from Brian's embrace, and stared bitterly at the man. "I told you, yes I am!" grunts rage.


Brian sighed softly, then shook his head. Better to give up than a world war, he thought.


"Yes, Honey. Ye. You are proud to have me" he said, hugging his wife.


"Well, that's dong. But you should also be proud to have me," whined Mayang in a spoiled tone. The girl did not realize that her husband was irritated by her actions.


"Honey," call Brian.


"Yes" replied Mayang as he looked up.


"Here, I bite your nose."


"Huh?"


"You're making sprains, you know."


"What!" furious Mayang. "Yes, the night's minutes don't get rations."


"Eh, it can't be that."


"Wild!"


"Darling ...!"


Seriate