Kissing Strangers
Kissing Strangers - Kissing Strangers

A month later, after Chris proposed to Shakila in front of everyone. He also converted, following the religion of Shakila. Chris was so happy that Michael finally accepted it. Although the man still showed his dislike. According to Chris, Michael has not been willing to let go of his daughter. But Chris cursed at him. It is possible that in the future, he will also behave like Michael.

Today it seems that Michael's residence looks crowded with human groups. Shakila and Chris' wedding will take place today. Benvolio and Ricki also attended the wedding. Ricko did not see the nose. Not to forget Merry and Rika. From now on it seems happy with Shakila's wedding party that will take place soon.

Rena, Reni and Kyler were seen sitting not far from the old man who was talking with Michael. While Sekar was still in the room with Shakila.

Chris was nervous. Occasionally he allowed the white peci clutched on his head. The theme of today's wedding carries Javanese customs. He looks and dashing with a suit and pants all white.

"Stupid me where yes, really want to marry," said Rika as her eyes wailed in all directions. Who knew there was a match between the invited guests present.

"So bad, no guy wants to have a crush on a crazy girl like you–"

"Shftt hush! Look Shakila's down, my goodness, beautiful." Rika immediately smothered Merry's mouth immediately when she saw Shakila with Sekar down the stairs

Chris turned his gaze, seeing Shakila look beautiful with her evil wrap. His two eyes refused to blink, looking at the woman who would soon be his.

Shakila sat down slowly beside Chris. Without letting out a warm smile on his face. He threw a big smile when he was looked at so closely by Chris.

"I can't wait for tonight" said Chris quietly.

Blushes.

Shakila met in red, imagining what would happen tonight. He gently nudged Chris' arm suddenly, when Pak Penghulu began to open his voice.

Chris stutters. As quickly as lightning turned his gaze forward.

I'm also starting. Mr. Penghulu also began to read prayers. Chris took a deep breath, trying to neutralize the nervousness that was afflicting him. In a matter of minutes, in the end the sacred moment had arrived.

"I accept the marriage and marriage of Shakila Loivtun bint Michael Luivton with a dowry a set of gold jewelry in paid.cash," said Chris with one breath.

"How are the witnesses legitimate, legitimate?" ask the chief to two witnesses.

"Well!" answer the witnesses in unison.

Chris breathed a sigh of relief because Shakila had legitimately become his wife. He threw a big smile at his wife, as Shakila began to shake her hand in reverence.

Acarapun back continued.

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In the afternoon, the reception will continue at The Ritz-Carlton, Jakarta. The hotel where Shakila and Chris first met. Looks Chris and Shakila stand greeting the invited guests who came back and forth, giving a speech. After that, Shakila sat down to the place when the invited guests were already quiet.

"Honey, if we are tired of resting into the room," said Chris as he wiped Shakila's forehead sweating with a tissue.

"Hehe, no, honey, I'm still strong, it's okay."

"Good, I'm glad to hear it, which means tonight's ready, right?" Chris blinked his eyes at Shakila.

Shakila reflex hit Chris in the chest for a moment and said, "Basic pervert!"

"You're my wife darling, there's nothing wrong with my own wife" Chris said without taking his eyes off Shakila.

Shakila even hardened Chris' stomach. But the man laughed softly.

"Wah so sweet Shakila. Congratulations Shakila, I'm so happy. Give me my nephew quick." The blue sea-hijab woman interrupted Shakila and Chris' chatter instantly. She's Rena, Shakila's brother. His face was shady, also happy to see the happiness that emanated from Shakila's face earlier.

"Rena!" Shakila stood up instantly. Same with Chris. "Thank you, I don't think you came here" she said, hugging Rena tightly.

"Of course I have to come to my brother's wedding, right, even though I am busy with my work now in the Netherlands" he replied and broke off his embrace.

"Hehe, good, I hope you can catch up with me, Rena. I'm sure someday, you'll get a better replacement than that guy hehe." Shakila held onto Rena's two hands.

Rena took a heavy breath later. "Hmm, I don't know, I don't think I want to get married, I want to be alone" she said, smiling.

"Aish, move on dong! Look at it because of that damn guy you even stopped abroad." Shakila hit his brother's hand slowly.

Rena replied with a soft laugh for a moment. He turned his eyes to Chris. "Congratulations Chris, I hope you can be patient with his mischievous attitude" he said.

"Surely, thank you Rena."

Rena nodded slowly. "I went downstairs first huh, you saw there Reni and Kyler were fighting again," she said pointing down there, seeing Reni and Kyler pushing each other.

"Hehe, yes. You're the handler."

After Rena's departure, Chris asked Shakila. "Honey, why did Rena get to go to Holland?"

"Yes, because his girlfriend Rena impregnates people's children, so Rena is traumatized."

Chris nodded slowly hearing it.

"In case you are cheating,******you I cut later," Shakila said glaring.

Chris looked away.

"Congratulations Chris, Uncle is happy, finally you are married now, Uncle hope you do not forget your responsibilities," Benvolio said as he shook Chris' hand.

"Thank you Uncle, of course," Chris replied with a thin smile. Then Benvolio shifted and greeted Shakila.

Ricki shook Chris's hand and said, "Good boss, my payday's up, hehe."

"Hm, yeah, yeah, just calm down. Oh yeah? Where is Ricko? I haven't seen him?" Chris looked around, looking for Ricko. Which from yesterday was not seen.

Ricki scratched his head for a moment, as if keeping something. As quickly as lightning, he picked up the white envelope in his suit and thrust it at Chris.

"This letter can answer Mister's question. Ricko left me this letter. He apologized for not being able to attend, he also wanted to pursue his love, Mister," Ricki explained, briefly.

Chris' forehead was firmly wrinkled to hear it. Without giving a response, he took over the letter from Ricki's hand and read it carefully.

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Meanwhile, on the other side. Gissel put the bucket immediately to the ground because fatigue had to lift the bucket from earlier. Now the appearance of Gissel is far from elegant. He was already one of the slaves, the owner of a small island very far from the city of Verona.

Crack it!

The sound of a whip hit Gissel's back instantly.

"Aragh!" Gissel complained of pain for a moment.

"Heh, why did you stop ha! You slackers! Continue the work, you see back there, because you are your other friends so hampered work!" shouted a fat woman, at the signal of the highest superior in the owner of the house.

"Sorry, Madame. My hands hurt," said Gissel honestly. Because the burden he lifted was very heavy.

"Reason!" The woman was about to lift the lash into the air.

Gissel reflex closed his eyes quickly. However, he wondered why his body did not hurt. He quickly opened his eyes, seeing Ricko withholding the lash.

"Ricko.."he said, surprised.

"God! Who are you!" shouted the woman while glaring her eyes.

Ricko grinned thinly. "You don't need to know who I am, let go of Gissel. He's not your master's slave anymore now, I've bought him," Ricko said, jolting the rough whip until it fell to the ground.

"No mu–"

"Antonela, let go of Gissel. The man bought it from me, continue your work!" An old man exclaimed for a moment. He is the owner of the island.

The woman gave a rude snort and put her face down and told the other slaves to continue their work.

After the safe and conducive situation, Gissel looked at Ricko.

"Ricko, why are you here?" he asked, astonished and curious.

"You don't have to think about it, Gissel. I'm here to set you free, come on now, let's get off this island" Ricko said, grabbing Gissel's hand.

Gissel held his hand. "But Ricko, I can't get off this island, even if I don't become a slave anymore" he said. Because according to the agreement if the slaves who have been brought here can not roam freely out there.

"Alright, then we're on this island together."

"Together, you mean?" Gissel was astonished.

"Yes, you must marry me, Gissel." Ricko smiled meaningfully for a moment.

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"No, it's not free, Gissel. Choose where? Choose to live here as a slave, or to be my wife? Relax, marriage is just a formality."

Gissel was confused. "But—"

"As soon as I count to five you have to give me an answer." Ricko started counting after that.

"I...." Gissell looked panicked.

"Five! How about being my wife or a slave here?"

Gissel circulated his gaze around him for a moment. Looking at the magnificent building like a palace, harboring a deep trauma for him all this time. Without a second thought, Gissel was forced to nod his head.

Ricko smiled broadly. Finally he can be close to the woman he has always loved. She was determined to make Gissel love her later. "Good, let's get out of this house now" said Ricko as he pulled Gissel's hand, which he held tightly.

Gissel nodded slowly and followed Ricko's footsteps. He accidentally sees his hand clinging to Ricko's. Gissel reviewed a faint smile for a moment. He was so happy, it turned out that there were still people who would care about him. However, for some reason Gissel was very surprised now when he felt his heart pounding incoherently.

What's wrong with my heart?

One hand of Gissel touched his chest instantly.