Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 1.2

"Sister." Luckily his sister caught Anaru's attention. The man was frowning looking at the name of the invited person, then wrote it on a sticker attached to the plastic.

"There are friends of Brother who want to be invited to attend the wedding of Brother?" Despite asking directly to the core of the purpose he came here, his big hand actually grasped Anaru's hand. Each swipe of his thumb is enough to expel discomfort in the mind.

"Ah, no need," he answered turning his gaze to the dozens of invitation cards before him. "Just this way."

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The night has come. The man has also long been lined with a prone position and fondly made out with invitation cards and his target comics. Only Anaru was still awake, sitting down befriending dinner dishes for the future husband.

Not until there, Anaru's stomach is often rumbling, a sign that he is holding back hunger for her sake. Food cooled. He doesn't care. Most importantly, Anaru had high hopes for his return.

An hour passed. The younger brother who had been lying deeply on the floor was now curled up in an angry bed belonging to Anaru. Anaru's stomach is starting to hurt. It sucks.... His breathing caused a disappointed mimic, fast cell phone lyrics next to the plate. 9 O'clock at night. He hasn't come home yet.

"Usually he's already come in the house," murmured Anaru calling the number he touched. A one-time. Twice. Three times. No answer at all. Though for a moment Anaru check the status of the number reads 'ringing' instead of 'calling'.

Does he need a phone call to the future-in-law, huh? Not a bad idea, Anaru thought. He tried to call one of the prospective in-law numbers. Status rings. May he lift the call of Anaru.

"Yes, son?" Finally Anaru breathed a sigh of relief. That soft voice was at least able to shake off the worry in the heart. "It's a pleasure to call Mom."

"Eh? I thought she was the same as you, honey." The reply of the prospective mother caused a wrinkle on Anaru's forehead. His gaze turned sharp. "So she said she played straight back here. So I guess I'm gonna play in your house."

Anaru muttered softly. "Unfortunately he's not here, so I called Mom, when he really needs a break. Out of work."

"No, he went right out, honey," he said, as if he were putting salt on a wound. "Does she need a phone call to stop by your house? Maybe we should talk about your marriage."

"No need to." It was not the sweet smile that lit up Anaru's tone, but rather the wry smile. "Must be before Mom's call, I've miss her call."

"Yes, tell me if you need help." After Anaru made her offer, she pressed the red button. Mobile phone displays call history. Anaru could see her wrathful face in the reflection of the touch screen.

So, the man wanted to lie to her? The strong grip on his phone implied how sinister the look on Anaru's face was at the moment. Eyes narrowed but stored blazing flames; a smile without curved lines; at worst a fluttering tooth accompanied a low growl.

"Alright if that's your real behavior, ma'am." As quickly as lightning the woman with her hair ponytailed grabbed everything like jackets and sneakers for her to wear. Just a step away from the house, Anaru found the package box.

Ah, the order book! Benak Anaru wants to read the library as quickly as possible, but the heart urges to finish the curiosities.

Benak Anaru said: Wait for me, my dream novel.