My Rich Husband's
The Part 37
Davis left the shophouse where Diora lived with a happy heart. I don't know why he was so happy to see Diora's face upset by her actions. Makes her very eager to prank Diora at all times.
Davis and George get into the latest tesla car owned by George that he just bought, even newly arrived by the car dealer. Directly they tried to use it to get to Diora's place.
George immediately laughed out loud when he was in the four-wheeled vehicle. “Let me take a photo of you as a memento,” the joke is no longer bearable the hidden laughter for thirty minutes. He was ready with his cell phone camera to take aim at Davis.
“Shut up!” exclamation Davis did not like, giving a sharp spotlight on George.
George clucked, then reminded Davis of Davis' wishes to him. “Serba is wrong I .. I talk a lot you don't like and you always chop my mouth.” He recalled his mouth stuffed with potato chips and a handkerchief belonging to Davis. “I'm silent no matter you protest 'why you're also cold with me' don't you remember that,” George's sneer mimicked Davis's words last night when Davis told him, and just answered briefly no matter.
“You who are not good at putting yourself,” go to Davis.
“Ya ... yes .. yes ... absolutely true young master with all his arrogance.” George mimicked Diora's flutter for Davis by demonstrating the same style. “Where is our destination now?” he asked, looking briefly at Davis who still saw Diora's shophouse from the car.
“Civil records office,” Davis replied without turning his eyes still staring at the second floor window, revealing the silhouette of Diora changing clothes.
“What are you there for?” George asked as he slowly drove his car.
“Registering my marriage,” said Davis saw the front road because his view was no longer able to capture the silhouette of Diora.
“Mana can ... You must have his identity card,” chirps George tells one of the conditions to register a marriage at the civil registry office.
“How can it?” George was astonished, since when did he get it. “Original right?”
“Of course it's original, don't you see? Yesterday I was at the cafe taking forcibly from her wallet,” Davis said proud of being able to take Diora's identity card.
“Ohh ...” Geroge is just a berohria. He did not hear and did not see when Davis took Diora's wallet by force. Because he stuffed his ears with airpods, listened to music quickly and surfed with his cell phone so as not to like mosquito repellent.
“Why did you stop here? I told the civil registry office not to the boutique, are you deaf now?” mad Davis as George parked his car right in front of one of Helsinki's top boutiques.
“Do you want to go to the civil registry office and embarrass yourself by wearing your woman's clothes?” george asked pointing at the clothes Davis was wearing with his index finger. “If yes, I do not mind,” he said he wanted to start the car engine that he had turned off earlier.
“Hey what are you doing? Stop!” he said Davis prevented George's hand from pressing a button that read engine start stop.
“I guess, you want to surprise the entire civil records office. Surely it will be exciting there is a burly transvestite going in there,” funny George while laughing at Davis.
“You better shut up before I slap your mouth again with my shoes,” Davis threatened.
“Serba was wrong with me, I let you down like last night tau taste,” decak George is installing friend mode.