Kissing Strangers
Kissing Strangers - Kissing Strangers

The author apologized yes, not routine updatesya, still busy with real life. Relax, this month the author's story is complete. Because yesterday the author's novel could not be rewarded. Author ask for help once 🙏 chapter is not saved because it damages retention. Do not forget to leave a trace yes, let the author spirit, today the author try to deposit 2 chapters 🙏

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By noon, Shakila and her friends were relaxing in the cafeteria. They were eating the food available on the table. The hot air of chicken noodles and meatballs seemed to be billowing into the air.

With a perfectly bent face Shakila put food in her mouth. Merry and Rika threw a question mark because Shakila's face seemed uninspired.

Merry's hand stopped instantly. He put a spoon on the side of the bowl.

"Shakila, how come manyun? Why anyway? PMS?" Merry asked a question that made Shakila take her eyes off.

Shakila. "No why." Shakila's voice sounded a little faint. Once again Merry and Rika glanced at each other.

"Related?" ask Rika, then sip the iced tea quickly.

"Yes." Yeah." A heavy sigh could be heard from Shakila's nose. He suddenly stood up. "I'm going to the toilet for a second."

Think of the plan as Merry and Rika's reply. They were even more astonished, seeing Shakila's attitude.

Shakila walked quickly to the toilet. His feelings are getting worse. How not, a man who loves as if toying with his feelings. He wanted to shed all of his emotions that had been held back earlier. Not even Shakila reached the toilet, her hands were pulled again by someone from behind. Upon seeing who did it, Shakila's chest started to rumble strongly. Chris, that man is what made Shakila's mood bad today.

"Bapa wants to do it! Take off Shakila's hand!" With flaming eyes Shakila exclaimed. He tried to shake Chris' hand but his strength lost.

"No, I'm sorry for pushing you, come with me for a minute somewhere, something you want to say" Chris said, occasionally glancing to the right and to the left, luckily the atmosphere around looked quiet.

"No! Shakila does not want to forgive me, Father! Evil father! Shakila isn't a girl to be kissed! Shakila hates you!" Shakila was no longer able to suppress her feelings. He said as he bit his lower lip, trying to keep something behind the eyeball from coming out. However, in the end the clear liquid flowed slowly from his eye patch as well.

Chris choked as fast as lightning pulled Shakila's body into an embrace. "But I love you Shakila" he said quickly as he held Shakila tighter.

Shakila straight up. "Love? Mean Father?" tanyakanya. Had he misheard just now, Chris mentioned the word love.

Chris broke down a hug and held onto both of Shakila's cheeks. "Yes, I love you, Shakila. I want you to be a companion for your life later. Sorry for hurting you all this time. But you're disappointed, and you hate your father?"

"Gee! Shakila who should be disappointed, hiks, hiks..., do you not know hate it is the extension, really love! Shakila love is the same Father! Shakila wants to be the wife of the Father," she said, then put her face into the chest of Chris' field. Shakila cried sniffling sedan. Shakila's chest feels flowery now. Finally the turmoil changed in an instant, he and Chris turned out to have the same feeling. He could no longer express the happiness that permeated the niches of his heart at this moment.

Same with Chris. The man clenched Shakila's body even tighter. For a moment both of them were swept away in his world.

Five minutes passed by the sound of sobs Shakila was no longer heard.

"Shakila, we go somewhere first, you have something to talk about." Chris broke down the hug for a moment.

Without asking much, Shakila nodded slowly.

***

Now Shakila and Chris are in the back building. Both stand facing.

"What are you talking about, sir?" shakila asked first, when she saw Chris put on a serious look.

Chris did not answer. He glanced to the right and to the left, wanting to ascertain if there was anyone around them or not and it seemed like the atmosphere was safe, there was no sign of people going to pass.

"Sir?" Shakila spoke again.

"Shakila, for now our relationship should not let people know, you do not want you hurt later," replied Chris immediately.

"Huh? Why can't you?" Shakila's lower lip dropped instantly.

"Shakila, this is for our common good, I don't want you to be gossiped with your friends, understand Honey," said Chris then pulled Shakila's waist.

Chris commented a thin smile and then placed a brief kiss on Shakila's lips. "Something seems jealous."

"Why? It can't be!" Shakila's eyes glanced upwards.

"No Honey. Actually there is something you want to ask also Shakila, your father replied honestly." Chris showed a serious face.

"Oh, that's easy, what do you want to ask?" With a faint frown, Shakila asked.

"If for example the Father is a mafia, does Shakila still want to be your girlfriend?" Chris stared into Shakila's eyeballs.

Shakila chuckled softly for a moment. "What the hell? You're very strange question, the mafia is the dirtiest job, number two after corruptors, as far as Shakila mafia is much to the detriment of society. Kill, frown on people's freedom, and so on. If you were a mobster, Shakila would go."

"Don't!" Chris clutched Shakila's body instantly. Fear spread to the recesses of his heart. She was afraid that Shakila would completely abandon her. What will happen if Shakila finds out about Chris' work is indeed cruel and inhumane. Most mafia jobs are blood related. The business he runs in Verona is one of them, selling human organs. Which is where innocent people are kidnapped and brutally murdered.

In Chris' arms, Shakila's eyebrows are intertwined. "Bapa why the hell? Weird, you can't be a mafia, can you?"

"Don't you, honey," replied Chris quickly as he slowly peeked at Shakila's head.

"Good, just be careful if you lie, Shakila doesn't like liars." Shakila broke down a hug for a moment and stared fixedly at Chris's face.

"Yes dear." Chris smiled blandly afterwards.

From a distance of several meters, Ricko clenched his hands together as Chris performed the action of all his heart. He deeply regretted the actions of his master, who did not think the impact in the future.

"Argh! Fucked everything," he grumbled. Vibration from the pants pocket, startling him instantly. Ricko took his phone in a hurry. His eyes widened, seeing Gissel's name adorn his phone screen.

"Hallo Madam?" sweep it first.

"Hallo, Ricko, how's Chris doing? Is she okay in there?" At the end there, just by imagining Chris' current face, Gissel smiled widely.

Ricko looked straight ahead, seeing Chris and Shakila kissing again. "Very good, Madam."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it, tell him my miss, Ricko. Always look after him for me, I'll help Chris get his throne back."

Ricko sighed softly for a moment. How can a woman as good as Gissel never melt Chris' heart. Ricko did not understand the thought of his employer. He took pity on Gissel.

"Okay, ma'am" Ricko replied afterwards.

"Well, then I'll close first, I'll go to Mrs Bernadet's room, it looks like she hasn't eaten."

"Good Mistress."

After the connection was cut off, Ricko put his phone back in place and looked forward, seeing Shakila and Chris walking hand in hand somewhere.

***

On the other hand, it is the city of Verona. Gissel pushed firmly against the double door using his elbow. He entered the room carrying a tray, which contained Italian food.

"How are you today Ma? Are you feeling better?" Gissel asked as he put the tray on the nightstand.

On the bed, Bernadet ignored Gissel's question. He sat weakly while leaning his head on the mattress headboard. His eyes seemed empty and lifeless. He was raising his head up, staring at the ceiling of the room.

Gissel was only able to breathe heavily because Bernadet's condition is currently very bad after the death of her late husband. No more twinkle in Bernadet's eyes. The beautiful and glamorous woman really looks chaotic.

Gissel was able to understand Bernadet's current feelings, which his husband had left behind all of a sudden. How not, for years the man hid his illness from Bernadet. Bernadet regretted the last time he met her husband. They are fighting.