The Wedding Mission

12. Fun Simple Activities.

Gwen's shadow of a traditional market still haunts her mind. He refuses to believe Maxim's words, which may be intent on lying to him. Be all the way, the girl kept silent while putting on a creepy face.

"A little more we come, do not bend your face like that, later others can misunderstand." Maxim, who noticed the look on his wife's face, opened his voice. He also parked his car not far from the entrance of the market.

They got out of the car and walked through the market.

The first thing Gwen found about this market was her neatness and cleanliness that was maintained. There was not a single piece of trash scattered in every corner of the place.

Seeing Gwen's changed countenance, Maxim chuckled. "So?"

Gwen scowled for a moment, before then turning back to the places she passed.

Ahh, one more thing that Gwen realized was, their place of trading. Instead of using open stalls, like ordinary tables without ceilings, the merchants instead built closed rooms resembling small stalls to peddle merchandise safely and comfortably.

However, there are also some permanent store buildings that stand in between.

The distance from one trader to another is not close. The road is wide enough for buyers to walk.

"This is not a market!" chirped Gwen.

"It's a market, it's just that we change things up a little bit to make the buyer feel comfortable." Maxim. The man stopped in front of a permanent, medium-sized fruit shop.

"This is your shop?" ask Gwen.

Maxim nodded. "I rent this shop every year by mortgaging my car."

Hearing this, Gwen frowned deeply. "Which car?" ask the girl.

"Which car is it again? Of course, what we used to wear. I do have a small tub car, but it's actually the guarantee of someone who hasn't been able to pay me the debt" Maxim replied without bothering to cover up.

Gwen's surprised not a bitch. How not, the only vehicle they had turned out to be a pawnshop. If Maxim can't afford it, it's over.

Though the treasure that the man had was only a piece of land along with a small house that was not even of high value.

Gwen doesn't know when the wedding will be, but she has to be on her guard, right?

"Don't think about the no-no. It's just enough to enjoy." As if he knew what Gwen was thinking, Maxim gave his opinion.

Gwen blushes cynically. Just as the girl was about to curse, suddenly a group of mothers came to them.

Gwen's surprised. The reason, the mothers turned out to surround themselves who were still standing outside the store. They without further ado asked some pretty confusing questions.

"You must be Maxim's wife, right?"

"What's your name, pretty girl?

"Where do you know each other?"

"Oh my God, Max, this girl is so beautiful! You're lucky to get it!"

Gwen grimaces. His movements look uncomfortable. Maxim who saw, just let all that. He was busy opening the shop's rolling door, and took out some fruit baskets to put in the shop's courtyard.

"Right, Mothers, she's my wife, Gwen Stefani." Finished doing one of his duties, Maxim walked up to Gwen and embraced her.

Gwen could not refuse. He lets Maxim come into physical contact with him.

The man then gestured for his wife to be friendly.

Hearing Gwen's soft voice, the mothers cried out in delight. They also kindly praised her beauty.

"Because you're new, how about we go around the market, son Gwen? The whole market must be happy to get acquainted with the wife of M Maxim," said one mother2 to Gwen.

Gwen frowned. Inwardly, he felt astonished by the attitude of the people there.

What is so special about Maxim's wife? Why do people seem so happy to meet him?

Gwen turned her head towards Maxim, asking for approval. Maxim nodded as well. He let go of his embrace and let Gwen go. Maybe by adding friendship, the wife can be more adaptable.

With Maxim's approval, Gwen and her four mothers surround each corner of this small market.

Getting good treatment from almost the entire store, making Gwen's heart increasingly warm. Understandably, in the city, Gwen barely found this kind of friendly atmosphere.

They prefer to concern themselves with their own affairs. If they get along, most of them will only want to build business relationships. There was hardly a single human in the city, who had no purpose in socializing. Not to mention tactics and intrigue full of falsehood.

In an instant, Gwen felt a sense of comfort there. The girl did not stop smiling.

Maxim, who had just finished serving buyers, was surprised to find Gwen coming while carrying a lot of groceries.

"You bought all this?" ask Maxim.

Gwen shook her head. She asked her husband to help her put the ingredients on the floor. "They gave me all this. I refused, but they forced." Answer Gwen.

Gwen stretched out her waist, then left. "It seems, you're quite an influential man here huh? For every time I refuse their gifts, they will always say that these foodstuffs are nothing compared to what you have done before."

"So, what did you do to them first?" ask Gwen curiously.

"As I said earlier. We changed this market, and I was the first to propose and help build it."

Hearing the casual answer that came from Maxim's mouth, Gwen grew even more suspicious. "Why, every time I hear your answer, I don't believe it."

Maxim shrugged his shoulders. "As far as you are. Instead of standing there, you better help me arrange these fruits" the man said, pointing at the pile of unopened orange boxes.

Gwen did not refuse. Keeping fruit is not difficult. So, he eagerly worked out what Maxim had asked for.

Although several times had made mistakes, but Gwen remained excited and willing to learn.

"Lunch on!" exclaimed the young man named Samuel, who came into Maxim's shop, carrying a tray of hot soup filled with rice.

"Thank you, Sam," said Maxim.

"Together, Brother Max" replied Samuel. The young man did not forget to say hello to Gwen who looked busy struggling with her last orange cardboard.

"Eat first" Maxim said after Samuel left.

Gwen did not answer. Although the sweat began to wet her forehead, the girl seemed to have fun just doing the task that Maxim had asked for.

Maxim sneers. "If you were at home, you'd be this crappy!" mumbled annoyed.

The man sat next to Gwen. However, unexpectedly, Maxim rubbed the sweat on his wife's forehead, using his sleeves.

Gwen gasps. Its concentration, which was originally accumulated, is now gone without trace.

The two looked at each other for a moment.