
Still equally silent, their hearts were beating irregularly. Marcell let go of his embrace, holding back the turmoil that should have come out by now. For fear of not being able to resist, Marcell sat himself down, as well as Chayra who sat himself down.
"Whose jacket?" marcell asked when he saw the jacket hanging in Chayra's room. Instead of asking the truth, it provoked Chayra's honesty.
"The jacket belonged to the man who saved me in the past, if there wasn't a man then I would have lost what I was supposed to have for my husband" Chayra said without taking her eyes off the jacket. Chayra deliberately did not hang him glued, because Chayra wanted to remember the hero who had saved him.
"Now, right?" Marcell showed a picture of a man wearing the jacket, as it was taken from behind so Chayra could not see his face.
"Who is that?" ask Chayra curiously.
Marcell swiped the screen of his phone, his face as a teenager wearing the jacket. Of course, Chayra was surprised, even widened her eyes and closed her mouth because she was so surprised.
Chayra immediately hugged the body of her future husband, very tightly. "I'm so grateful that's you" Chayra said in a trembling tone.
Marcell let go of his embrace, staring at the tearful Chayra. Cupping the two cheeks and rubbing them, peeling both eyes that became the source of tears.
"I told you not to let out these tears" said Marcell firmly and hugged Chayra again.
Instead of stopping, Chayra was crying. Even he hit Marcel on the back.
Marcell smiled, let go of his embrace and stood up, took the jacket and put it on.
"Why does it smell like this?" marcell asked as his body was already stuck in the jacket.
"That, um, I never washed it from the beginning you put on my jacket" Chayra said.
"Oh so you don't want my signature scent to wear off huh" Marcell's tease made Chayra shake her head quickly.
Marcell approached, immediately hugging Chayra's body and rubbing her body on Chayra's body. Spreading a very unpleasant aroma.
Marcell cursed his stupidity, immediately releasing his embrace and rewinding his body.
"Darling, what's wrong?" of course Marcell's actions took Chayra by surprise.
"Ah shit" said Marcell and turned his body around.
"I'm sorry baby, I'm afraid I can't control myself. Sorry for letting go of your embrace. I just don't want to touch you too deeply before marriage" Marcell said to the wall. Chayra nodded, as a mature woman of course she understood how a man.
"I'll get out, get your business done" Marcell nodded, Chayra immediately passed and opened the door.
"Sister Gibran, when will you arrive? and where's Brother Jasmine?" chayra asked and immediately hugged her brother.
"Your brother's downstairs, brother heard you talking to someone who's in the room?" ask Gibran to investigate.
"Marcell brother, daddy told Marcell to rest in my room" Gibran gawked.
"Daddy? you know what Ara's risk is if one room is with a guy?" ask Gibran firmly.
"We can take care of ourselves sister, after all, only for this afternoon brother, tonight Marcell will sleep in his usual room" replied Chayra.
"Why doesn't Marcell sleep in his usual room this afternoon?" gibran asked as if he was not satisfied with Chayra's answer.
"The room is usually inhabited by Dareen, Cleo's son. If Cleo's family went straight home, Marcell immediately moved the room" Gibran sighed
"If they stay?" gibran asked who was answered by Chayra.
"Oh yeah Elard? can they have one room?" ask Gibran.
"There's Leo's brother, Elard's friend, who's also on the show tonight" Chayra replied.
"Why did that little boy bring a stranger? isn't this a family event?" ask Gibran
"Sister, Brother Leo is Alesha's lover" Chayra told a lie. He wants to be free from the questions of his brother.
"Well, you believe in both of you" Gibran said.
Chayra pursed her lips as Gibran left after she asked various questions, going straight down to help the others.
"Why you brother?" chayra asked when she saw Alesha's disheveled face.
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