Husband For Keara
Failed to Buy Ring

"Let's hurry the princess back now, or I pinch your chest to a hole!" threatening Keara who was still struggling to ask Harris to come home because he felt the fever suffered by this man was quite alarming.

"Honey.. How do you really want to persecute me? I'm sick and I want to be pinched."

"No, I'm saying now that it's sick again." said Keara.

"It's just because I haven't had breakfast.. Origin later if you have arrived at the mall directly breakfast is cemented with you, would immediately enjoy really... The cure for all my pain is in sight.. That's you, K.." said Harris, glancing toward Keara.

"Dahlaah's.. I don't accept the fighting. The princess's back!" Keara had already positioned her hand in front of Harris' chest, ready to give a pinch that could make the man shudder in horror.

"Yeah.. Okay. Okay, baiklaah.. I'm gonna turn around on one condition." Harris tried to negotiate.

"Dwelling. He's the one who's sick, he's the one who's on condition." said Keara.

Harris chuckles. "You want to?"

"Yes told me what the conditions were!" ketus Keara's. "If it makes sense, it's acceptable."

"I want to go home, but you don't go home first.. Temenin. Breakfast at my house. Later in the day if I'm any better, we go to the mall again turn on our engagement ring, okay?"

"okay.. Okay.." - Okay..." Keara accepted Harris' terms. Of the man fainted in the mall.. It's more troublesome.

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Harris walked into the house with lazy steps. His head was down and his face was grim. Not only because his dizzy head was throbbing, but also because he was forced to return home. Cancel the beautiful plan that he had predicted from far away.

He dropped himself on the living room couch, with his face turned up. Keara followed sitting right beside him.

"Don't pout that dong. smilem..." Keara pulled two corners of Harris' lips with her fingers, so that a smile formed on the shabby and pale face. Stabbing Harris who was clearly not in the mood joking.

"Hemmm.." Only a weak deheman could be heard from Harris. But his heart is really happy now. Keara was so close that she even rested her arm on Harris' shoulder.

"In this big house there's no one?" ask Keara curiously.

"There's another ART inside. There's Mr. Diman, there's three security people in front, there's a gardener too, don't know where." replied Harris without raising his face.

"Thankful deh.. We're not alone.."

Harris smiled stifledly at Keara's words.

"Udah be calm.. Health is primary, sir.. Mall will not go bankrupt just because today's mas not so buy a ring. So tomorrow, tomorrow again, make it again.. The mall will continue to open.." Keara babble back to hook. Even now it was closer to Harris' ear.

"Mas Harris is bobok first, I'm making breakfast for you.. Let's go up to the room. Comeook." Keara insisted on pulling a larger body from her.

"I slept here..."

"Issha.. Recalcitrant!" Keara surrenders. His lips pursed and pouted.

"Surrender.."

"Now, Mr Harris, what do you want to cook? I am ready to cook anything according to your request." said Keara with a made-up style.

"Can you cook?" Harris stared at Keara.

"Can."

"Can I cook anything?" ask again with enthusiasm.

"Everything. As requested by the young master.."

"Oh yeah?"

"He'em. If there's a menu I can't, just order food at the restaurant. Harris paid for it.. Hehee.."

Keara chuckled as she sauntered into the kitchen. A moment later, he was amazed by the spacious, clean, and aesthetically organized kitchen.

"If the kitchen is like this it is a pity to be cooked.. It gets dirty. Bagusan to see aja. hehee" Keara continues to babble while cooking. Opening the lid of the refrigerator and food storage. Sometimes he hums himself with his joy. Unaware Harris continued to watch him from a distance.

The man smiled looking at the cheerful Keara. Like dream. The girl was cooking for him in the kitchen of his house. His headache was spontaneously forgotten. Although it cannot be said to be cured. What a beautiful view.

Harris couldn't have missed this moment to sleep. It meant that he would waste his most wonderful time with Keara. Harris took his laptop and sat down at the dining table. Getting closer to Keara.

The girl was unaware of Harris' whereabouts. He focused on cooking while singing cheerfully with his body turned to the dining table. Harris sat quietly. Turn on the laptop, check incoming emails and some of his work reports.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim." cried Keara suddenly.

Harris was shocked to the point of standing up from his seat. Found Keara already standing right in front of him with her hands full carrying a tray. "Why, baby? What's up?"

"Mas Harris what the hell is it..? Being told to sleep even works here. Hiiiiihh very stubborn siihh!!" groused Keara. He placed a tray of hot rib soup on the table. Then sat down in front of Harris with a face that was still irritated.

Harris sat back in his chair. "You're just ngagetin.. Kirain.."

"I don't work, baby.. Just checking email. How can I sleep, in front of me there is a single concert. Rather than sleeping watching a concert.."

Keara snorted in annoyance as she muttered. "I told him to sleep in the room..."

Harris was astonished to stare at the food before his eyes. He stirred the soup in a bowl that was still puffing smoke. The aroma is very appetizing. And Harris's twinkling eyes shone with immeasurable happiness.

"God willing my future wife turned out to be good at cooking." said Harris after sipping soup ribs Keara cuisine.

Hearing the predicate 'wives', immediately Keara's face red. "Nake?" he asked with doubt.

"Great boy, baby.. Thanks ya.."

"In the kitchen mas Harris is complete like a supermarket. Hehee.."

Keara commented on her sweetest smile. "If that's what it's all about. Keep taking the medicine, and get some rest."

Harris ate the soup. It did not take long, a bowl of rib soup was slippery toilet not rested.

He then led Harris into his room. Giving the usual drug Harris. Then forced the man to lie down on the bed and envelop his body.

"Sleep." Keara's orders were brief. He was sitting on Harris's bed. Staring at Harris who was getting pale but could still smile sweetly.

"This is the same as rest. No need to sleep."

"Mas Harris is recalcitrant.." grunts Keara.

"What are we talking about?" tawar Harris's. "Things count as our introductory process."

"mmm.. Be able. About what?"

"As far as you. The first question belongs to you. Ask me what, I will answer. Then it was my turn to ask you."

Keara sumringah's. He raised his legs on the bed and sat cross-legged comfortably. Feel the opportunity to dig into the mystery hidden behind this iceberg named Harris Risjad.

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