The Struggle of Mr. Love. Arrogants
CHAPTER 49# towards marriage#1
The next day..
"Frans, I'm sorry I couldn't help you. I've been in uncle's room many times but I can't take what you asked for yesterday" Alesya said regretfully to Frans over the phone.
There was no response from Frans for a while.
"French?" call Alesya because Frans is silent.
"Heem. It's okay Alesya. I'll find another way later." Frans finally answered.
"well okay. Frans, I'm really sorry. Suppose there is something else I can help you with please don't hesitate to contact me" Alesya said.
"Once I get another idea, I'll call you." Tukas Frans
"Alright." replied Alesya and hung up Frans.
***
"Frans.. Did you go with Dyana? If not today then there will be no time for fittings of your clothes." said Nania to her son from behind Frans' room.
"Yes Lady Aksena.just wait below. I'll be right down." Frans replied to his mother.
"Heem.... What should I do now?"Frans went back and forth in his room.
"I should be able to find a way" Frans murmured while going back and forth.
"heeem's..." Frans kept thinking, looking for a solution to the plan.
"Hhhh!!" An idea popped up in Frans' brain.
"Bring bandages to my room." Frans' orders to his servant. Then he sent a message to Alesya.
"Hopefully my plan this time will not fail again." murmured Frans with a face that looks so sincere.
***
"French?!!! your hand why?" nania asked as soon as she saw the condition of Frans who came down by hand in a bandage wrap.
"So I fell and my hands were like they were sprained." Frans plus replied with her grimacing face.
"Fall down? Where did you fall??" dyana asks, also wondering why Frans suddenly injured.
"Then are we going to leave?" Dyana asked again without waiting for an answer from Frans
"Of course, this is not a problem at all." Frans replied, smiling.
"If you need our help, me and your mom can come along."Mary's Laughter
"There's no need because there's already an acquaintance of mine who will help us there." Frans was sure.
"acquaintances? Who's Frans?" Ask Nania.
"Mom don't have to worry. Dyana's gonna be safe with me." Said Frans.
With Frans's hand pushing against Dyana's wheelchair.
"If your hand hurts . . I don't think we need to go to try on the wedding dress," said Dyana who was actually very lazy to go to the boutique with Frans.
"You kidding?! Do you want to wear a dress that does not match your body size on your wedding day?!" Frans called and helped Dyana get into the car.
"Grab onto my shoulder.." Frans' orders to Dyana.
"But your hands hurt Frans? Your hands will hurt even more if I rest there." Dyana refused. He did not want to make Frans' situation worse.
"Dyana, my sick hand is just this one. Not here. You don't worry. I am a strong man." replied Frans arrogantly.
Dyana got into the car holding onto Frans' shoulder.
***
"Good day sir .." Said one of the staff at the boutique to Marcus who looked upset.
"Can I help you?" Ask the staff again
"hamm.yeah.heem.I have an appointment with my friend here. But it's like he hasn't come." Marcus replied clumsily.
"Where is this Kenzo? though I very clearly heard that Alesya said Kenzo asked me to accompany her to measure her new suit." murmured Marcus inwardly as he kept calling Kenzo who turned out to be dead.
"What are you doing here, Marcus?"Frans asked who suddenly appeared from behind.
"French? Dyana...?" marcus exclaimed in shock to see Frans and Dyana at the same boutique he was waiting for Alesya.
**connect..
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