Kissing Strangers
Kissing Strangers - Kissing Strangers

Chris takes Shakila to the hospital to see his uncle. I asked her why she said she wasn't her son. While going to the hospital, Chris tells Ricki to look - look at Calvin. Although Calvin has fallen, aka no longer his believers but still does not rule out the possibility, Calvin can do something else that will endanger him in the future. Merry and Rika are also told Chris to be with Ricki. While Ricko went with him to the hospital.

Arriving there, Chris was shocked, seeing the guards standing at the hospital door.

"Let me in, I'm Chris Costello" said Chris, because the guards' faces looked foreign and he had never seen them.

"Costello?" A man in black, looked at Chris's appearance from top to bottom and then pressed the earpiece attached to his ear instantly. He talked to someone at the end of there for a moment.

Chris and Shakila cast a glance at each other.

"Alright, please come in, Mr. Benvolio's room is on the 6th floor" he said.

Think of it as Chris's reply. Before stepping in, Chris codes Ricko to wait for him outside. Then he pulled Shakila's hand into the hospital building.

Arriving at the top, Chris frowned, seeing the guards putting the horses ready.

When the door opened, Chris' eyes met his uncle's.

His uncle was sitting on a bed with an infusion attached to his right hand.

"Finally you arrive, too" heed Benvolio as he reviewed a faint smile.

Chris stepped forward, approaching his uncle.

"Uncle, I'm sorry I just got to see you, actually a few weeks ago, I tried to contact you but couldn't because of Calvin–'s men"

"Close door!" sela Benvolio momentarily sent one of his guards standing by the door. The man nodded and slowly closed the door. "Sorry to interrupt, yes Uncle also just found out from Fabrizio, but now, you don't have to fear Chris, forgive Uncle, instead of helping, it troubles you, it's all because of your brother, it's, Uncle can't predict if he turns out to be jealous of you, that guy is really sneaky, you must be confused, why the new Uncle bodyguard, it's all because of Calvin's cunning, Calvin's, he put a bodyguard around Uncle," he said then with his jaw slightly hardened.

"Yes, it's okay Uncle, it's beyond our expectations, but now that he's no longer there, so what about Uncle now?"

Before replying, Benvolio took a deep breath. "It's been quite improved, great, Uncle was happy to hear it," he said, noting a faint smile. "Who is this?" Benvolio glanced at Shakila at a glance, who had just silently listened to them speak because they spoke Italian.

Chris glanced at Shakila at a glance. "He's my lover." He smiled a thin smile for a moment. "I mean companion of my life" he said in Italian.

Shakila grinned at the horse for not understanding what they were talking about.

Benvolio looked surprised for a moment."You want Gissel, Chris?" ask her with one eyebrow raised slightly.

"Sorry Uncle, I can't marry Gissel, I apologized to him earlier, if I can't continue my relationship with him, Uncle knows, I don't love Gissel."

Benvolio did not immediately reply. He glanced at Shakila once again. Then turn your eyes towards the window. "Yes Uncle knows, I hope your choice is right Chris, pity Gissel soon he will definitely be exiled," he said slowly.

"Decorated, that is?" Chris' forehead is faintly wrinkled.

Benvolio. "Don't think about it, now what's the matter you're coming here for, there's something you want to say, right?"

"Yes, I want to ask Uncle, Mama told me, if I'm not her son, is that right, Uncle?" Chris wondered from earlier, hoping that his Uncle could give an answer to his heartbreak.

Benvolia snorted violently for a moment. "Bernadet had dared to break his promise, well, maybe it was time I stated the truth" he said, changing his sitting position.

Chris stared at his uncle's goal, trying to listen carefully to what he was going to say.

"After you listen, don't be sad, your father loves you as his biological son" he continued.

Chris nodded slowly.

Then Benvolio began to tell the truth that was stored tightly.

"Chris, you're not Bernadet's real son, I found you on the street with your parents, your parents died long ago because their lives were hanging around at that time."

Benvolio paused his sentence for a moment while looking at the events of several years ago.

"When I found you, you in their arms, innocent little babies holding cold and hungry at night, I couldn't bear it, so I took you and wanted to raise you to be my son, but at that time, my wife did not agree so I gave you with your Papa, she was very happy even though in the end after my wife died, your mother asked your Papa to leave you to me again." Benvolio again added while staring in the eyeballs of Chris, who now looks glazed.

Chris froze. Unexpectedly, the woman he had always loved was not his mother. It's only natural that her mother hated her all this time. Chris held back the clear liquid from coming out of his eyeballs.

"Where's their grave Uncle?" ask Chris, curious.

Chris refused to answer. He just looked down listlessly.

"Chris, they've calmed down, now you have to focus on what your father has mandated, he hopes you can lead his company, tomorrow is your inauguration day, after that you can go to your real parents' place," continued Benvolio again.

"Good Uncle." Chris tried to toughen up even though his heart was now grim. "It looks like we have to clean up the people in the Costello clan, Uncle. I heard from Ricko and Ricki, there are some elders who are in Calvin's side" he said.

"Yes, I just found out, too, I'm giving it all to you, Chris. I'm sure you can find the people involved." Benvolio slowly rested his body on the bed. "I want to go to sleep, recover quickly and attend your show!" he said with a careless smile on his face now.

"Okay Uncle, I'll take care of it, then I'll go first" he said while commenting on a faint smile.

"Hmmm, and for your boyfriend, come tomorrow, have him in a dress, my eyes ache to see him wearing that weird jacket," she said, glancing at Shakila at a glance, expressionless at all.

Chris turned to the side and gripped Shakila's hand even tighter. "Alright, Uncle. As your request, tomorrow she will definitely wear a very pretty dress."

Shakila threw a glance at Chris. He looked confused, when listening to the conversation they were talking about he did not understand. Shakila used Google translate to translate their words.

"Hmmm, whatever, go!" Benvolio moved his hand for a moment then closed his eyes slowly.

***

Arriving outside the room, Shakila immediately asked, "Sir, what the hell was that? Shakila doesn't know!"

"No need to think, darling, Uncle just said tell you to wear a dress fitting present at my inauguration tomorrow," he said with a smile.

"Eits, whatever, so you're going to be CEO, not mafia again?" shakila asked curiously.

Before answering Chris took a deep breath. "Darling, I'm the CEO, but I can't give up the job I've been in for a long time, you take it easy, now I'm going to pursue a mafia job that's not too extreme."

Chris could not leave the job that had raised his name. Even so he will try to struggle with work that is not too dealing with blood.

Shakila smiled. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, sorry that I interfered too much with your work Pa–"

Shakila's words paused when Chris put his index finger in front of his lips.

"Shftt, from now on, don't call me Father, call me Dear or if I can, my husband" he said, pulling Shakila's waist.

A red tinge instantly appeared on both of Shakila's cheeks. "Ish, sir's ashamed, there's someone here" he said, glancing to and fro.

"Biarin, if you still call Father, I will not let go!" he said while attaching his body to Shakila's body.

Shakila threw her face to the side when the base of her nose and the base of Chris' nose almost met.

"Hm, yes yes, my dear Husband," said Shakila accompanied giggling after that.

"Ha, what? I didn't hear." Chris smiled mischievously, looking at Shakila's adorable expression. As fast as lightning cupped Shakila's cheeks.

"My husband dear," Shakila sighed as they looked at each other for a moment. "Eh but, we're not married yet, so sweetie."

"Relax, I'll propose to you later."

Hearing the word proposal, Shakila's countenance changed instantly when she remembered her Daddy. "But, honey has to face Daddy first, Daddy is very fierce," he said with a serious look.

I don't know, Shakila's afraid her Daddy doesn't approve of them. Moreover, his Daddy once said do not look for a husband abroad. Her dad wanted a local husband. Plus his Daddy was picky in determining a partner.

"What's wrong?" ask Chris, seriously.

"Very fierce! More fierce than you," said Shakila.

"Oh yeah? Calm down, I can calm your Daddy's heart" said Chris with a faint grin.

Shakila refused to answer. He seemed restless, thinking about the fate of their tortuous relationship.

"Already, don't think, honey, let's go home now" he said, holding Shakila's hand.

Shakila nodded slowly.