Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 3: The Normal Adult Male

The night before Gala came to the Lincoln House.

"Sir, are you sure of your decision?" shanks asked as he arranged some of the broken documents on the Gala table.

Gala rubbed her face with her palms and leaned her body on the head of her study sofa. It showed at ten o'clock that night.

"Master?" call Shanks back with a little loud so that Gala hops.

"Ck! How else! If not tomorrow, when?! I knew that girl would keep away from this marriage. So I'm gonna speed up the wedding."

"If you feel better, all I can do is prepare for your wedding demands" Shanks said in a slightly weary tone.

"You go home first. I'm gonna sleep in the office, "lay her on the couch.

"Then, I will also sleep here, with Mister."

"As far as you go."

Shortly after his conversation with Shanks. He also slept in his sleep. Shanks took a blanket from inside the room and wrapped Gala's body. In the office, it actually has a special president Blackfire bedroom, but Gala is more comfortable sleeping on the sofa than on the mattress and she has a reason for that.

Gala is back awake. The sweat is now pouring down his forehead. He wiped his cold sweat with his palm. "I dream the same thing again" he murmured. Gala rubbed her still-loving eyes. He then glanced at the luxury watch that circled his wrist that had shown at five in the morning.

Still half-conscious, Gala headed for the bathroom to wash her face so as not to yawn again. Upon returning from there he found Shanks' body lying on the floor with a thin cloth that became his bed.

"Oy wake!" kick Shanks' leg.

Shanks regained his senses and immediately moved off that floor. "Is it morning, sir?"

"It's midday" Gala said to Shanks' surprise.

"Wedding?!" suddenly muttered. He believed what Gala said. Shanks panicked and his life, which still left his body, was now reunited.

"Prepare, we will go to the tombs of Ray and Elyora" Gala said.

Shanks stared at his watch, which still showed five o'clock past three minutes. His heart was beating normally again. Just surprising!

The two men went to the Lincoln family tomb. Not to forget Gala bought flowers live in a roadside shop that was open for twenty-four hours. Shanks advanced the car speed above average because considering the mileage of their trip will take more than half an hour.

Forty-five minutes later, Gala placed the rose on the belly of her two best friends. Long time he wailed there.

Ray, I'm coming. Today is my wedding day with your son, according to your request. I actually still can't believe that I was the man chosen by you and Elyora to be your son's husband. I still don't think about your completely unreasonable requests. Elyora, last night I had a dream about you. You smile so sweetly and say something. I couldn't hear what you said, so I came asking for directions. Uhh! I'm crazy, asking for directions to the dead!

Gala spoke all her heart. It seemed that he did not want to obey the request of Ray and Elyora which he thought was beyond reason. But it is not Gala his name if he does not keep his promise. He has so much respect for himself as a man. There is not a single promise that is not fulfilled Gala, he is very authoritative and firm. It is from this attitude that makes people reluctant to him even though many people also claim to be spicy-mouthed old virgins who live in the north pole.

"Master, it's time. I've called everyone in charge at your wedding. And right now they're heading to Mrs Amber's house" Shanks said.

Gala glanced at her watch which was already showing at six past thirty. He left the tomb and passed. When he was about to board the car he accidentally saw a girl who had just come down from the car with a flower in her hand. That girl is Yara. He instantly recalled the memories of ten years ago when he first met little Yara who was only eight years old. The gala fell thinly and passed away leaving the place.

Handsome namum fierce, who else if not Gala Zayn Rodderick. He sat down and crossed his legs and leaned his head against the head of the sofa. Both hands are put in the pocket of her pants. Everyone who saw the appearance of Gala, was amazed and fascinated. How not, proportional posture in addition to a limited edition face makes all women want to have a cold man completely.

"Oh God! Sugar Daddy!" curse a servant girl to the friend next to her.

"If I'm more into Hot Daddy anyway. Uhhh very, very hot and ehmmm!" sticking out his tongue with a seductive look.

"Basic bawdy! I can't imagine what her first night was with Miss Yara. Miss is still a boy! Still too narrow."

"Shtt!" put his finger on his friend's lips. "Don't be loud! You want to die?! Tell me I'm a pervert, uh by myself too," the servant's lips carrying a bellhop.

Gala suddenly moved from her seat and it shocked the two maids who were whispering in the corner of the room. Gala threw a murderous gaze at the two women so they immediately lowered their heads not daring to clash with Gala. The bodies of the two women were trembling. Clearly, Gala's beautiful eyeballs could turn into death gazes for everyone she disliked.

"Master, it's time" Shanks said.

Gala walked away from Shanks and headed towards the room where Yara was in makeup. Upon arriving at the door, he immediately pulled the handle and entered without knocking. Thankfully, Yara was already dressed.

The girl was shocked when Gala suddenly entered into her room. But he immediately threw his gaze towards the mirror. Raut Yara was so sour. Without making a sound, Gala told the two maids to get out of the room using her hand gesture.

"Did Om Gala like me?" yara asked suddenly as she moved from her seat.

Gala was a little surprised. She normalized her look and walked closer to Yara who had already worn her ivory wedding dress. "The question is weightless," he said as he stared intently at Yara's eyes.

"alright. I'm gonna marry you. But promise me one thing," ventured into negotiating with the frozen man before her.

"Say," said Gala flat.

"Om Gala can't touch me! Our marriage is not based on love. All I can touch is the man I love and who loves me!"

Gala still stared at Yara's countenance sharply. Slowly his feet began to move forward towards Yara. Getting closer and yes! the ends of the two now meet. Make Yara's body reflex move backwards, but unfortunately there is a wall that blocks her movement. His body was now squeezed between the wall and Gala's sturdy body.

"Don't come near, Om!" look at Yara with her face to the left. "Let's promise, Om. Otherwise I won't marry you!"

"Then I will make you fall in love with me so that I can freely touch you!"

Deg!

Yara. He swallowed his saliva rough. Gala's fierce face looked close to his face. The girl threw her eyes. His rails look panicked not overbearing. Looking at Yara who was already not wrinkled made Gala pull the corner of her lips. He nodded and whispered in Yara's ear. "If you don't want that to happen, never tease me. I'm a normal grown man!"

Basic crazy! you think I'd tease an old man like you!

To be continued ...

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