Forced to Marry an Old Man
TMPT - 10

Lana suddenly stops feeling sad when she walks into the room Raul asks for and the sound of Indian music is heard. The song doesn't sound romantic, but it doesn't sound like an alay song either.

Lana looked around, finding it was a spacious room like a room without a mattress. Just a lot of painting on the wall then the table is like a place to relax.

"Here, Lana. Sit here."

Raul pulls out a chair for her, leading Lana to sit down.

To be honest Lana was very curious why Raul plays Indian music, but Lana also wondered what objects on the table that look delicious.

The shape is small, then on it there is a melted chocolate and a sprinkling of various toppings. Not only that, on another plate there are small glasses of chocolate pudding that also looks delicious.

"Well, Lana." Raul grabbed the fork and the food knife while smiling with satisfaction. "Do you want doughnuts or pudding first?"

"Donate?"

"It's a doughnut." Raul pointed at the plate next to the pudding. "Why? He wants something messy, yeah?"

"There's no hole" muttered Lana slowly.

You see what he used to see was a round doughnut with a small hole in the middle.

Raul was made to laugh hearing that. Her shoulders quivered with laughter but this time it was not mocking.

"It's a virgin donut" he said nosy.

Makes Lana's face flushed.

"Kidding. Regardless of what donut," Raul cuts it with the help of a fork and knife, then brings the piece to Lana's mouth, "it's time Lana ate. Aaa."

Lana wants to eat alone but she instantly remembers this guy doesn't like Lana acting out of her will.

Lana's mouth opened, receiving the piece of the donut. While in the mouth, Lana again makes an expression like when feeling boba.

Sweet. The sweetness is delicious. Then, the doughnuts were also so soft that Lana wanted to cry.

Hixes. Why isn't there such good food in the village?

Lana was busy drowning in the taste of food in her mouth.

"By the way, Lana." Raul propped up his chin, having cut up all the doughnuts. Now everything is moved to Lana's mouth through a fork. "Do you like the song?"

A song?

Lana soon realizes that this Indian song is not normal. You mean, is that city guy an Indian fan? This guy is weird but somehow doesn't fit in with India.

"Your favorite song?" tahya Lana be careful.

"One of my favorites, yeah."

Lana gnashing. Does he really like India? And what did he just say? Lana is weak in English.

"Hey, ask me something."

Lana quiet. He gulped looking at Raul who was smiling at him. She'd be upset if Lana said she didn't understand. But if Lana's wrong, she'll be wrong, too.

".... Sorry." Lana chose to be honest. Although his face was embarrassed. "I-I don't understand."

Raul raised an eyebrow, making Lana afraid. But a moment later, he laughed. "Yes too, yeah. Also really."

Lana's face flushed red because it felt like she was saying 'where might Lana understand'.

"No pa-pa. Sorry to laugh, Lana. Not that Lana's stupid, anyway." Raul rubbed his head. "Udah, forget about language. Discuss the song."

".... Why song?"

"This is called Tujhe Karunga Result. That song, hmmm, how did you say? My type is really? A song that makes me feel represented to scream into the world."

Raul's suddenly sad expression was obviously strange. Lana suddenly felt it was inappropriate. Unknowingly, he asked, "What does the song mean?"

Could this song be a song of sadness? If the song represents Raul then it means he is sad secretly?

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