The Two and One Night Line Belongs to Mr. Gara

The Two and One Night Line Belongs to Mr. Gara
Chapter 71


"No. I'm not kidding. I'm serious Gauri. I'll marry you today too. Gauri you know, from the past until this second, my love for you is still the same as before. Never less, not even a little. So I beg you.. Marry me. Be the queen of my life" said Leon. With tears dripping and a sense of grief in his heart, Leon proposes to Gauri without caring about his illness that could cost him his life at any moment.


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"Leon you.. You're proposing to me?" gauri did not believe.


"Yes, I proposed to you to be my wife" Leon replied solemnly.


"But I'm Leon's disease. I'm only a minute old," Gauri replied with tears.


"I don't care. I accept all your shortcomings and advantages. If later you are called almighty, at least I can calm down, because I have managed to have you, the woman I love," Leon replied, wiping Gauri's head covered with skulls, because all her hair is no more.


"Leon ye..," said Gauri cut off.


"Don't turn me down, Gauri" Leon pleaded.


"Alright, i.. I want to marry you" Gauri replied very, very happily.


"Thank you dear. Then I'll take care of everything now. You rest. I'll be right back" Leon kissed Gauri on the forehead.


"Can I see Clara? I miss him very much" Gauri said as Leon was about to leave the room.


"Can, I'll call Selin and Clara for a moment" Leon replied and left.


A few hours later, Leon returned to Gauri's room and brought in several witnesses and one ruler who would marry the two of them.


"Gauri, this is our witness and forerunner of marriage. Our marriage from now on yes" said Leon rubbed Gauri's head gently.


Gauri did not answer at all, but she gave a nod in agreement with what Leon, her future husband, said.


"I received his marriage and marriage, Gauri Amelia bint Rustam with a dowry of two million and five hundred in cash" said Leon said his mistress with one breath.


"How?" asked the ruler, spreading his gaze to the witnesses in the room.


"Well... Legitimate.. Legitimate.. Legitimate" replied the witnesses and others.


"Alhamdulillah, now you are officially a married couple. Then, excuse me first," said the pengulu resigned.


After Pengulu and the others left, Leon then approached his wife's face.


He looked me in the eyes of Gauri, trying to figure out what his wife was thinking.


"Gauri?" call Leon slowly while rubbing his wife's head.


"Yes" replied Gauri timidly.


"How are you feeling right now? Are you happy? Hmmmm?" leon asked so gently.


Unexpectedly, a cute and handsome man like Leon, it turns out to have other traits that make people not even believe if it is a Gara Emanuel.


"Happy.. I'm so happy. Thank you for marrying me and accepting all my flaws in my life. I'm sorry, if I haven't been able to be the perfect wife for you, Leon" Gauri said with tears in her eyes.


"Sssstttt, don't talk like that. Now we are officially a married couple. As a husband, I have one task for you. Are you willing to do it for me?" leon asked a question. Leon held back his tears from coming out. He must be strong and strong for Gauri.


"Tasks? What assignment?" ask Gauri curiously.


"The task is, you must remain enthusiastic in undergoing this treatment. You have to think positively if you will be healed. The day after tomorrow we will return to Indonesia. I'm going to get you into the best hospital there, and I'm going to take care of you until you get well as you normally do. Remember Gauri, you must heal. And don't think too much. Remember, I'm always there for you" Leon said with a big smile.


"Hehe, well, I'll be eager to heal. If I get well later, I want to go on my honeymoon like most brides. Are you ready?" gauri asked in a dream.


"Obviously I was ready. Therefore, you must heal and return cheerful as before. I promise to take you on your honeymoon wherever you want" Leon said.


Undeniably, it now makes Gauri excited again to live this life that will be almost exhausted.


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At the house of Liona and Uncle Sam, the couple was sitting casually in the family room of the luxury house.


Liona, who was busy playing with her phone, suddenly got a message from a new number.


'New number,' inner Liona opened the contents of the message.


"Hi Liona" said the message.


"Hey.. Who is this," replied Liona who was curious about the new number without the photo.


"You've forgotten this number." replied a message to Liona.


Getting such a message, Liona looked back at the mobile number she had just messaged with.


'When?' inner Liona then looked at Uncle Sam at a glance.


"You Yuta?" liona replied after looking back at her mobile number.


"Yaps, I'm Yuta. I think you've forgotten me, "reply to Liona.


"Your million how are you?" reply Liona.


"Good.. I'm kangen.. When are we gonna meet?" ask Yuta in the message.


"How about tomorrow. You just send me the address, tomorrow we'll meet," Liona replied and then saved the phone.


Meanwhile, Uncle Sam was also busy with his phone.


"Who else sent the same message? Why smile like that?" asked Liona to see Uncle Sam who had been busy with his phone.


"It's me again if my beloved wife is wearing clothes like this," said Uncle Sam lying while showing a photo of sexy clothes that open.


"That's it.. What clothes? See dong?" asked Liona curiously.


"It's this shirt, it's funny, isn't it?" uncle Sam answered, showing me his phone.


"Ihh you.. Funny from where the hell mas, rich clothes like that," replied Liona shyly and cheeks that meet red.


"Haha.. It's funny how you dance in this shirt in front of me.. Funny and how it is," replied Uncle Sam chuckling.


'It's a good thing that Liona can be tricked.. If he knows I'm texting Kamelia again, he can run his business, ' Uncle Sam's inner relief.


"Ihhh, mas, you're here. Yes, that's why I want to sleep first. Remember, don't sleep at night.. I love you," said Liona, kissing Uncle Sam's cheek at a glance, and then headed for her room.


Shortly after, after Uncle Sam was satisfied to send a message with Kamelia, he immediately followed Liona to sleep in the room.


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