Holy Marriage
Dissective
If only in a normal mental situation, of course Anna had laughed and mocked Alan who looked innocent like a baby. It takes a good mood to laugh. Because Anna is currently holding back the pain in the chest that is increasingly urgent.
Alan opens the closet looking for a cocoa shirt and polo pants.
Anna quickly headed for the bathroom as Alan's attention was focused on the contents of the closet. Anna's crying broke again in the bathroom. Sometimes he rubbed his face with water so that the melted clear gem melted with water. He hated his tears. He hated his helplessness. Where has his power been all this time? Now, he must be trapped by his own ban.
"Anna, hurry! Why is it so long in the bathroom?" shouted Alan. "I need your help."
Anna hurriedly rubbed her face again with water.then she came out, her gaze fixed on Alan who looked busy packing clothes. Anna went to the bed and sat down on the ssna.
“Help me pack clothes to suitcase!” pinta Alan to Anna who just sat quietly by the side of the bed.
Alan's going overseas. He said goodbye to William for work. And to Anna, he said he was going on a honeymoon with Cintya. While diving drink water. While doing their job, all honeymooners.
“Pack yourself. I do not know which clothes you will wear,” Anna said staring annoyed at a pile of clothes in the open suitcase.
“Whatever you choose, I will definitely use.”
“Not want a honeymoon? Buy new clothes.”
“My clothes are still many new ones. Come on, help me.” Alan looks frustrated choosing clothes in the closet.
Anna finally got up and picked up some clothes and put them in a suitcase.
Alan frowned staring at the clothes Anna had chosen. “Kaos all? I also need a shirt.”
“That's my choice. You said you would wear whatever clothes of my choice, right?”
Alan looked at Anna's face that looked unusual, his eyes showing annoyance, his countenance bent, a reddish tinge on his face.
“You angry? Not usually this kind of sprain?” Alan turned Anna's hair which covered half of the cheek to the back of the ear.
“Neg. What reason did I sprain with you?”
“Trus, why so?”
“You're coming with me, yeah! Take me to the airport.”
“What am I coming for? To nganterin you the same Cintya?”
“It would be better if Papa wriggles you nganterin me to the airport.”
Anna stared intently at Alan's brown eyeballs. How upset I was to be caught up in that ridiculous game.
“I'll just take you to the front.” Anna walked out of the room.
Alan called Andra, his housekeeper, to bring the suitcase down. He followed Anna down the stairs.
Mr. Sam, Alan's driver is waiting in the yard, right on the side of the car.
Anna goes down the terrace followed by Alan. Andra was busy stuffing the suitcase into the trunk.
“Be careful!” short Anna.
“That's all?”
Anna nodded.
“Alan!” William, who had just come out, approached Alan and held his son's shoulder. “Hopefully success. Papa is sure you can carry out this task well. Have you had breakfast?”
“Breakfast on the road aja.”
William's view was directed towards Anna. “Anna, please remind Alan to stop at the road and have breakfast later. Alan likes to underestimate the affairs of the stomach when it comes to work. Yeah, well, take Alan to the airport. You guys be careful.”
Anna gasped at William's words. He had no intention of driving Alan. William seems to have been mistaken.
Alan smiled as he winked one eye at Anna signifying victory.
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