The Marriage Order

S2 Our Flavors

I saw him suffer so much with the sound of sobs coming out of his mouth. My outstretched hand touched his arm that was busy wiping away the tears. The woman brushed my palm.

"I don't want to be touched with that disgusting hand!"

I took a long breath. Confused what to answer. How to comfort himself who is being dominated by anger and sadness at the same time?

"Kay, I was confused to answer. Everything just happens. I don't know, Kay. I was drunk at the time" I replied. Either defend yourself or admit to a mistake.

"But you're interested in Rey too. Saying that? Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chasing you. I know his nature. I know how much he loves you and I was never in his heart. He only took me as a form of responsibility towards his mother!" Kayla kept saying her whole heart. His sunglasses were unable to cover the flowing tear.

"Kay, I love my fiancee. Mr. Reynand is yours. There's no room in my heart for her" I said seriously, trying to convince the woman.

"Sher, I beg you to promise not to pay attention to it anymore. Whatever he does to you, don't you ever respond to him again!" exclaim Kayla.

"Yes, I promise." I held my shoulder and looked at him deeply.

Kayla gave a small smile. The woman wiped her tears. Take a deep breath and throw it away. He turned his eyes back to my face.

"Sher, I know you can be a good friend. Let's start back our relationship without suspecting each other" he said.

"Yes, Kay," I said, sipping my drink.

The phone on the table suddenly shook. Brother Baruna called me. The green emblem of the phone on the screen immediately pulled up.

"Darling, come back here."

"Yes. Why, Honey? You need anything?"

"Need you," he replied spoiled.

"Well, would you like some coffee or a croissant?"

"No, you've had enough of being bitter and sweet all at once in my life" he continued with a laugh.

I held back the laughter of hearing her words.I felt bad for laughing in front of Kayla.

"Well, I'm going there now."

"wait. Don't you take it long."

"Yes." Yeah."

Baruna's sister hung up. I turned my eyes towards Kayla. The woman then took a sip of coffee in front of her, then looked up at me.

"Kay, I'm sorry for everything that's hurt you."

"Yes, Sher. Hopefully in the future things like this don't happen again."

"Yes. I live first yes. She called me to ask me to go up to her room."

Kayla nodded. He and I stood facing each other and kissed both of our cheeks in turn. Rushed to the sixth floor where he was treated.

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Baruna PoVs

I'm waiting for Sheryl on my bed. Being alone in a care room without friends is boring. Wanting to go to sleep, the eyes could not be closed.

The sound of the door opening. Sheryl was standing in front of me. Smile expands. He came over and sat down on the chair beside my bed.

"You're finally coming. I almost died waiting for you to arrive."

"Don't exaggerate. You're not really funny, except for your jokes about coffee and croissants" he protested.

I laughed at her chatter, then switched the conversation, "How's Kayla? Is it better?"

"Yes. He's calmer and I can see you."

"Thank God."

I glanced at the wall clock. It's already half twelve in the afternoon. Immediately looked at his agitated-looking face. His stomach suddenly rang asking for lunch. Sheryl turned towards me with a big smile. His face was flushed, embarrassed.

"Are you hungry, honey?"

"Yes, I'm so hungry. It was just drinking strawberry milk shake at the cafe" he replied.

"On the table there seems to be a package of food from Kayla." I pointed at the small package on the table.

Sheryl turned her eyes to the package. He went to the table and took out the contents, a rectangular red velvet tart.

"Would you like it, honey?"

"Can. Both with you. I don't really like sweet," I replied.

"First bribe for you, honey," he said, bribing a small piece of the cake. I opened my mouth to greet him and immediately chewed on him slowly.

"I want to bribe you too." My woman nodded with a red face. "Here sit!" I patted the edge of the bed. He also said I was sitting on the edge of the bed.

A small piece of cake made it into his mouth. However, a small piece of cream left over from the cake was left at the corner of his lips.

"The cream is left on your lips" I said.

"Where?"

I smile. Approaching my face, then reaching the corner of her lips with mine. She gasped in shock as I began to kiss her back gently.

"Hey, I'm not just asking where? Why did you kiss me?" protest while releasing my kiss.

"Let's get married!" invite me while smiling.

"You haven't fully recovered yet, dear."

"No problem. As long as you are beside me. Time will heal my wounds. My legs will also heal quickly if you continue to stand by me" I argued.

"Something I want to talk about." Suddenly his tone became serious.

"What's? What's?" I started to bring my face back closer.

His face hesitated to continue his words. However, he then said, "Hmm .... Are you sure you chose me?"

"You doubted me?"

"No, Honey." She gently caressed my cheek while she smiled her thin smile.

"Don't ask that again. Just piss me off" I protested.

He laughed at my annoyed face. I gently pinched her cheek and again landed a kiss on her lips.

Sheryl, I love you.

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Reynand PoVs

Same day, at 17:30 ....

My phone rang aloud waking me up that afternoon. A call came in from Kayla. I took a deep breath realizing my caller.

"Rey, I have a surprise for you."

"What the hell, Kay?" lazy answer.

"You're still after Sheryl, aren't you?"

"Why?"

"Poorness .... The woman you like prefers her fiance. Not you, honey."

"Where is your conversation going, Kay?"

"I have an offer. You choose to marry me or something bad happens to you and Sheryl?"

"Kayla, what do you mean?" His words made me shocked. He began to threaten.

"Pick it!"

"I have no intention of going back to you" I said annoyed.

"Well, that's your choice!"

The woman turned off her phone. I shook my head and felt myself on the bed. The same bed, where we love.

I've missed him. It's been three days since I've been in contact with Sheryl.

I looked at the ceiling. Reapply eyes many times. Why is my life like this? So disorganized. Without someone beside me.

I am thirty-two years old this year. An established figure for immediately having a wife and having offspring. Can I only dream of that woman? He's all I want to be by my side.

I rubbed my face rough. Many times dreaming of Sheryl being my wife. Many times dreamed of a little boy named Sheeren.

Mama said, I seem to have gone mad.

The afternoon sun seemed to start to set as I stood up staring out the window. Following the time that was rolling second by second that was wasted thinking about the woman. Disappointment came back into my heart. I've come this far, and I hate to give up.

Without warning, I immediately set foot into the bathroom. The water from the shower will probably cool my heated head thinking about it.