My husband loves my sister
Chapter 77 (David)

"David, this time you must follow the words of Mama. I don't want to fail again." Mama's words are like the humming of a bee in my ear.

I don't know how many times the woman who gave birth to me reminded me of today's plan.

"Yes, Ma" I replied lazily.

"If it fails, you Mama scribbled from the family card. The entire inheritance mending Mama donated to the orphanage," said Mama.

"Yes, Ma. This time David will come. Promise."

"Be aware if you dare to run away again. When we divorced Anna. Mama should have cut you off from KK. The threat was like the wind. This time, Mama's not kidding." Mama's eyes glazed over saying that sentence.

I hugged my mom from behind. Ease his emotions that might be a little reduced.

Mama, if only time could I repeat. I will never waste Anna.

All my fault. Purely my fault.

"Sorry, Mama," I said.

Mama held my arm that was still holding her.

I immediately kissed the cheek of my dear woman.

"Don't disappoint my mom this time. Don't make Mama sad anymore" said Mama.

"Yes, Ma. David promised."

***

That shitty day has arrived. My mom has contacted me many times.

"David, don't be late."

"David, don't run away."

"David, put on a nice shirt."

Repeatedly calling. Even I had to listen to her scolding at the meeting I was leading.

Mamma.

How else. This is Mama's fourth matchmaking plan. I've been absent three times, running away from this strange plan.

Like a weathered widower. I am not yet forty years old. Still far from that number.

However, Mama has been intensively looking for me wife.

This time Mama interfered in my future affairs. I was worried that I would fail again.

It's enough that I'm divorced.

I snorted in annoyance. My hands grabbed my hair with all my might, so that my head could think clearly.

Oh my goodness, Mama. Cook up to video call everything, anyway. I don't believe in my own children. Jaelah.

"Hallo, Ma."

"Eh, David. Where is your face. Mama wants to see."

"This, Ma. It's ...."

I really died lice made it. Want to refute the fear of being crossed out from KK.

"Well, that. Cute son Mama. Are you ready?"

"Already, Ma," I replied lazily.

"Don't lemes that, dong."

"Yes, Ma. Yes, David wants to go. Don't want to be late, do you?"

"OKAY. Okay." Okay."

Tut

Connection disconnected.

The sound of knocking at the door distracts me. "Lake in."

"Excuse me, Boss. There's one file to sign." Anita my secretary gave me the file.

I signed immediately without asking much.

"That's a great fire, Boss. Go to a matchmaking event. Good luck."

Uh, how did he know? Definitely Mama.

I glanced sharply at him. Kontan he's down. Then I said shush.

"Yes, Mama the Boss said."

I clucked in annoyance, then left it in my room.

***

Blue dress, sitting in the corner.

I remember the clothes that the woman who came in today wore. As instructed by Mama.

My eyes wandered around looking for the woman dressed in the blue dress.

My steps slowly approached. Herbs. My heart suddenly thumped faster.

Whats? I'm nervous.

"Hey. Been long?" sapaku.

I thought I'd come first and wait for him. Turns out I was wrong. The woman came first.

Appearance, ordinary. The hair's a ponytail. Wearing glasses.

Cook it, anyway. Mom's Tastes.

Did Mama take me?

Frustrated by the rejection I did so many times, for example.

"Yes. Just sat down" he said softly.

I sat in the opposite chair. Occasionally glanced at him who kept his head down. Fifteen minutes passed and we kept quiet.

"What do you want to eat?"

Duh, how to be with gini.

"Whatever."

"Whatever."

We also answered at the same time.

Realize this ridiculousness. I giggled amusedly. I felt ice melt from my heart.

I extended a hand. "Davids. What's yourname?"

"Aqilais. Call me Qila" he blushed in embarrassment.

We talk lightly. It turned out that Qila was excited to chat. It was different when we first met.

I felt comfortable, and forgot the time.

A few times the phone rang, I just ignored it. Yong-gu.

Without seeing who the caller is. I turned off that noisy phone.

"Eh, can I have your number?" ask me without further ado.

"Hmmm. What's nothing?" tanya Qila hesitated.

"It's nothing, dong."

"Zero eight ...."

"Let me call it. You are simple my number, then send a chat. My phone's dead."

More precisely, I turned it off. Because it bothers us.

Qila nodded, smiling.

"Sugary," I muttered.

"Eh, what?"

"Oh, no."

I mentioned a row of numbers that I had already memorized out of my head. Qila listened carefully, typing on his phone.

"Don't forget, just chat. Send your name, address, job, date of birth ...."

"I want a job application." Qila giggled amusedly.

Maddened. I could have been fascinated by that smile.

In fact, his appearance is not very. Very ordinary.

***

I can't sleep tonight. Besides because Mama who nagged after I had an impromptu date earlier.

Can that be said dating?

"Davids. You are yes, wayward if Mama bullshit. You think Mama's messing with Mama's words. Ha?"

"What does Mama mean?"

"What does Mama mean? What does Mama mean? Why didn't you come to the match this time? Mom's daughter waited for you a long time. Yes aampuun, David. Keep the shame on, ah ah. Wonderful."

"Aw! Aww! It hurts, Ma."

I told you, right, if Mama became weird my failed marriage.

Now it's more strange twice as much. I followed what Mama wanted.

Wait-wait. So then?

"I mean, Mama? No, the woman Mama said was wearing a blue dress sitting in the corner. Wear glasses with ponytailed hair, right?"

"Yes, wear a blue dress. Her hair was shoulder-length, she didn't wear glasses either."

"So, who did I meet, Ma?"

"Cock asked Mama. Where does Mama know?"

"Oh my goodness, Ma. I'm wrong man."

I patted the jidat. Shame and annoyance.

Imagine meeting this afternoon money turned out to be wrong people

Maddened. Totally bonkers.

"If so, tomorrow Mama rearrange your schedule."

"Stop, Mom. This time I don't want to. I'm pretty embarrassed. I don't want to."

Remembering the conversation with Mama. I remembered about the number I gave Qila.

I grabbed the phone and activated it.

Checking new messages from new numbers.

Damnit. Damnit. Damnit.

No new message from Qila's number.

So he didn't chat me earlier.

Yes canpun!!!

This real new job, women with glasses, pigtails.

Where are you?

You who?

If I knew from the beginning I was wrong. Why didn't he say, anyway?

I'm shuffling frustrated hair.

Sleep on your back in bed, with both hands as pillows.

***