The Girl of Debt Redeemer
PHGP 49 | similarities

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Kirana was wearing Shaka's work black suit, the man looks more handsome with his hair trimmed after going to the salon, the scar on his face only further adds to the charisma in his possession.

"Mas, do you want to bring lunch for noon?" kirana asked between her work to put a blue white striped tie around Shaka's neck.

"No need, baby." Shaka shook his head slowly. "But instead you have to prepare a delicious meal for lunch."

"Why? tumben you asked for that?"

"Because there's a potential investor I'm going to visit our mansion."

"But aren't leaders like you supposed to hold a meeting in a luxury hotel or a five-star restaurant?"

Shaka smiled at Kirana's question. "Not everything has to be fancy, baby. Coincidentally my business partner is a bit different, compared to a five-star restaurant that serves luxury dishes he prefers if greeted simply, and he'd rather serve home cooking,"

"For that reason you must prepare a delicious dish, yes" Shaka teased her as she poked Kirana's nose.

The woman blushed and smacked her husband's chest, slowly. "Well, as your husband wishes."

Shaka widened his smile even more, in the embrace of the wife's shoulder and then in the kiss Kirana's crown long enough, then take off the hug.

"All right, I'll wait for noon."

"Ready!" Kirana gave a cute gesture of respect, Shaka chuckled rubbing the woman's hair, gently.

A few moments later. Kirana escorted Shaka to the front door, she gave the man a black bag while continuing to smile sweetly.

"All right, I'll go first" said Shaka.

"Be careful" Kirana said. Shaka nodded then approached giving a kiss last time on the forehead and then turned towards his car.

At that moment Shaka passed by Fiona who was about to go inside.

"Sister," call Shaka to the blond curly-haired woman. But as if not hearing her call Fiona kept walking straight with hasty steps, it made Shaka frown in wonder until the call to the third time, the, and this time it was harder that Fiona turned to him.

"Oh, Arshaka." Feeling bad her sister kept calling, Fiona approached.

"You seem to be in a hurry when I called you earlier."

"Oh, really? sorry I'm so focused I don't listen."

Shaka is just a mangosteen. "Where is your husband and my nephew? why did you come here so early?"

At first Fiona's expression seemed nervous to simply respond to Shaka's question, but the woman immediately let out a long sigh and replied with relaxed intonation.

"I have a little need so stop by here, Arthur last night had to go back to Singapore to check out his branch office and Miranda," Fiona smiled as she said the name of her only child. "You take it easy, now he's getting smarter in his class."

"Is that so." Shaka smiled hearing that. "I miss my dear nephew. Take Miranda here sometime, Kirana and I want to take her for a walk."

Fiona just nodded looking lazy when Shaka mentioned the woman he did not want to hear her name.

"And yes I forgot, oma said as long as I have no brother who takes care of the company. For your dedication I thank you."

Fiona smiled faintly and became less interested in this conversation. "Then I go in first."

Shaka nodded. Good brother."

Fiona leaves while waving a glance while Shaka looks at something strange with her sister's attitude.

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"Eh, just put the pickle there," Fiona pinta on one of the servants assigned to help her.

"Why lady?" ask the waiter.

"We must not waste food, this pickle can be for guests if they want it," Kirana said with a smile, the waiter nodding.

"Madam is very understanding, it is fitting that Mr. Shaka is so lucky to have a mistress as his wife."

Kirana's face blushed red, "Obias aj bik." His humble nature made the waiter here not to feel afraid when interacting with her even more admiration and respect for Kirana.

"Yes bibik back first yes non," the servant's permission, Kirana nodded.

The woman who now had shoulder-length hair removed the flower-pattern aprons attached to her body and tidied them back to put them in a drawer, not to forget Kirana glanced at the clockwise direction to estimate the time when Shaka and his business partner got here.

Until finally the sound of the car horn surprised her, Kirana with spirit went to approach. There were already seen two men who were equally gallant walking in tandem up the steps of the terrace stairs, not to forget their aides who followed behind.

"Sir, please check again, everything must have been arranged neatly" Kirana told the maid beside her, nodding to carry out her orders.

Shaka smiles when he finds Kirana waiting in the doorway, as soon as they get close to Shaka, he introduces Kirana to his partner.

"Sir Aslan, this is my wife Kirana."

Aslan gave a smile about to shake Kirana's hand to get acquainted but Kirana had already cupped her hands in front of her chest while smiling warmly.

The understanding Aslan retracted his hand. "Greetings."

Kirana nodded. "Greetings."

Aslan turned to Shaka. "your wife is so respectful, Mr. Shaka. He's an example of a dream wife."

Shaka pulled a knotty smile. "You're absolutely right, Mr. Aslan, how lucky I am to have it."

Then they came in and talked warmly.

"What if we have lunch before the meeting, Mr Aslan?"

"Aaa, that's a good idea, Mr. Shaka. There's no way we can focus on work if it hasn't filled the stomach."

Everything was compact laughing with Aslan's guy, he was a humorous man.

"How come you've served the dish, right?"

"It's already me."

"Alright, there's no need to linger, let's Aslan sir."

They also walked together and then sat on the chairs of each dining table which is now full of various dishes that look so appetizing.

Bik Sukma serves Aslan to take the rice and side dishes as the man wishes, while Kirana herself serves her husband, sometimes Shaka flirts by having Kirana take the side dishes for her but ends up not so, making Kirana feel anxious with her, while Aslan himself shook his head to see the husband and wife's behavior.

Aslan bribed the first spoon of rice and side dishes into his mouth.

"Hmmm ... "

Aslan distracts Shaka as well as Kirana, for a while Aslan seems to be enjoying the food in his mouth.

"How about Mr Aslan? my wife's cooking is always delicious."

Hearing her husband's compliment Kirana thunts holding back a smile.

"You're right, Mr. Shaka, this is the most delicious meal I've ever eaten. Just like my mom's cooking,"

"It's too similar" said Aslan, remembering her mother's cooking and then somehow suddenly switched to remembering her sister.

"Why do I even remember Chiara?"

To be continued ...