Husband For Keara
Sleeping Princess

"Mas Harris's.. Ayolaah take a minute. We're going to the venue together.." Keara called Harris this morning.

In two weeks they will be married. Given that the time is getting closer. The WO wants the last meeting together with all the vendors involved before really working quickly to realize the wedding dream according to the request of its clients. A couple of brides. Keara and Harris.

A couple.

It's not just Keara.

But in fact all decisions must be taken by Keara himself because Harris is always busy and there is no time to meet even just to talk to people WO. When Keara asked for consideration Harris was very difficult to contact, even if he could be called, Harris would just say whatever - whatever.

The man never protested against Keara's choice. He always accepts and says he likes whatever Keara likes.

But that's not the point.

Keara felt all the marriage affairs were charged at her. From choosing a venue, deciding on a theme, choosing decorations, choosing dresses and suits, wedding invitations, souvenirs, catering menus, all decided on their own without any interlocutors.

There was no one beside him to ask which one was better. There is no consideration or suggestion to debate. All of which he chose himself without Harris' interference. And that pissed him off half to death.

"So sorry, sweetheart.. I have a meeting in Jakarta today. Afternoon back to Surabaya again.."

"But Harris is busy... I'm alone and keep the dead..."

"Yes, sorry baby... I believe in your choice. I like everything you choose, K..."

"Would marry us both. It's not just me.. Masa mas Harris did not contribute anything to this preparation..."

"I want to come too, baby.. Next time yes.. If today really can't..."

"But it's the final meeting, mas. Finals. If the final means last. Next time when will..?"

"Emmm.." Harris thought for a moment. "Did I tell you to wait for the meeting..?" harris's murmur was unclear. It is not clear which meeting he will attend.

"Yes already. It's up to Harris." Keara snorted in annoyance.

"Later after Ijab kabul, mas Harris went to work again.. Let me sit alone in the pelaminan!!"

*Tuutt's.. Tuuttts..

Keara cut off his phone unilaterally. It sounded from his voice that the girl was very upset with him.

Harris took a deep breath. He smiled broadly hearing the girl sulking so early.

Maybe it is true that he is too busy to ignore the business of preparing for his wedding. Letting Keara alone make choices on all things even to the smallest detail.

But his desire to speed up his work so as not to interfere with the wedding and his honeymoon remained strong. She will vacate the schedule for two weeks starting from her wedding H-1. So it's certain that his busyness will get denser now.

Even last weekend he held back his longing and did not meet with Keara.

He had to fly to South Korea for a further meeting on a previously agreed cooperation project.

His last meeting with Keara was already a week ago, when he met Aunt Martha at a restaurant.

Today, he also had a meeting in Jakarta. Together with shipping service vendors who work with their e-commerce, to discuss the new deal.

It cannot be cancelled.

Harris called Angel, the Wedding Organizer in charge of her marriage. If the meeting cannot be canceled, it is better that the WO meeting is scheduled. Good idea, right..?

"Angel.." said Harris as soon as his call was answered by the owner of the number.

"Yes, good morning Mr. Harris.."

"Again." replied Harris briefly. "Angel, I want the final meeting of my wedding preparations to be rescheduled, yes?"

"could. When sir?"

"Fusa at 10 in the morning."

"Well sir." replied Angel. "Let the beautiful lady not be alone anymore, sir..?" ledek Angel's. But of course it was flatly reciprocated by Harris,

"Yes. Such is. You set it up.. Don't miss any communication.."

"get ready Mr. Harriss.."

Case closed's!

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Ten o'clock in the evening Harris had just finished his bath. He just got home and hasn't had dinner. Last time he had lunch at the partner's office where he met in Jakarta this afternoon. Instantly she remembered Keara's nagging at the restaurant a week ago.

"Eat a lot, mas.. At this hour Mas Harris had not eaten rice.. I think it's a hard man..."

"Mas Harris is a grown-up.. Can't schedule his own meal? Harris is busy and has a lot of work.. You should eat a lot too.. Let there be energy.. Don't feel that laper?"

His smile spontaneously grew. Remembering his favorite girl.

No wonder how Keara will often nag him later, because Harris often forgets the business of filling the stomach. Especially if you are busy. Eating is no longer a priority.

Harris missed Keara a lot.

After returning from the airport, he stopped by Keara's house. But the girl was already sleeping and it was hard to wake. His mother even said that Keara slept since the end of adzan maghrib. The girl is having monthly guests, so there is no obligation to pray.

'I think it's good this morning sewot.. Again PMS apparently.' his inner in heart. Harris laughed without a sound. Then immediately go down to the dining table to take some rice mouthfuls.

At the dinner table, there was no food. Bik Santi never cooks because his master never eats dinner after a tour of duty outside the city or abroad. He has memorized the habits of his master. So Bik Santi will only cook if asked.

"What are you cooking, sir?"

"Any Bik.. Origin that can be eaten with rice." said Harris.

He sat quietly at the dining table. Waiting for Bik Santi to cook dinner for him. He also plays his phone to kill time.

On a whim, Harris sent a chat message to Keara. That girl's been quieting him all day. Not many chats were sent. Not as usual. Maybe it was still carried away by the atmosphere this morning

"Sleeping princess, sweet dreams huh... The prince came there. He wanted to kiss the princess to wake up.. But the Queen Mother did not give permission. Not halal, he said.. Yes, the prince and his white horse are back.."

He put his phone on the table. As soon as Bik Santi served a seafood capcay in front of him. The delicious aroma of steaming invites appetite. Harris scooped up the rice and devoured the food without a sound.

Not until ten minutes of food on his plate was gone. Bik Santi swiftly cleaned his master's meal. Move it to the sink.

Harris rubbed his full stomach. Pick up your phone and get ready to go back to your room.

Until the ringing of his cell phone stopped his steps. At 22.56am. Who called him last night?

*Calling characters

Harris's smile was blotted out. The princess was sleeping as if she had just woken up. He may call right away after reading the chat from her.

"Assalamualaikum my beautiful future wife.. Already awake?" greet Harris.

"Waalaikumsalam.." answered Keara in a raucous voice. Samar sounded the girl as he pleased.

"Honey.. What was? You cry?"

Keara did not answer. But the sound of his stuffing is getting clearer.

"K.. What was?? You had a nightmare..? How do you wake up crying...?"

"Mas Harriess.. Huhuhu... Maaass.." Keara's cry grew. It makes Harris freak out.

"Honey.. What the hell are you? Calm down, K.. I'm video calling ya.."

Harris turned voice calls into video calls. And Keara allowed his man to see his present condition.

"K, WHERE ARE YOU NOW??"

Harris's panicking. As soon as he saw the background behind Keara was not at home. Except in a garden with many large trees that are less well lit. So that the impression of a dim and sinister makes Harris afraid of something happening to his girl.

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