Husband For Keara
Happy Day (?)

"Hey! Lo budek huh??!" shouted a woman half-conscious. He was banging on the heavy arm that was driving beside him. Of course, his strength was very weak. The influence of alcohol on his body.

"Where are you taking me?? Down now! Or I yell all the way.."

The burly man did not budge in the slightest. It was as if his ears were completely deaf. He was not even bothered in the slightest by the deafening screams of the drunk woman.

"Wooy!! You ugly budekk!!" shouted again. And came back without a response. The man increased the speed of his car.

"Gue's going to Harris Risjad's wedding.. I'm a guest of ViP. V-I-P !! Quickly bring me back..!!"

"Don't ngibul!" finally the man made a sound. Embers. Thugs have no heart to hold a drunken woman for the smooth marriage of her master. Hanna Rosaline's.

Last night upon hearing the news of Harris Risjad's wedding, Hanna suddenly darkened her eyes. That night he also flew from Jakarta to Surabaya.

Arriving in Surabaya, he who had no purpose was stranded in a hotel club and spent time in the night world until the morning before.

Hanna didn't do this out of love, of course. He doesn't have any feelings for that E-commerce CEO. He only wanted to take revenge on Harris, because the man had ruined the career of his brilliant artist. Everything was destroyed overnight. Even he is currently still in detention status obliged to report to the police and banned from traveling abroad. His life was really ruined.

His eyes were already covered in dense fog. Hanna did not even feel that all the punishment was the result of her own wrongdoing that plagued Harris's past.

He had already made a mature plan. How she came to the location of the marriage contract by making up the story that she was pregnant with Harris's child. But what can be done, the influence of alcohol makes the plan disperse the way.

"Where are you going, WOYY??!" it turned out that even though he was drunk, he realized that he was also currently in the city of people. Being in a city that he does not know and with strangers looks very terrible.

"To hell."

"Stop or I'll jump out!" threaten her.

"Jump away. Then you can fly yourself to hell. I don't have to bother delivering you." - Bara. Even though his eyes did not glance at the mini-clothed woman. Straight stared at the streets and still remained expressionless.

"Don't fuck around. I'm a famous artist. Everyone in this country knows me. If Lo is not... Ahhh..!!"

"Diem!" Bara grabbed the woman's hair until the artist's head was pulled and squealed in pain.

"From now on you've tested my patience. You're an artist if you make it out of my grip. But as long as you're in this car, you're just a crazy woman that I'm going to kill." Bara said.

"Aahh sakiit's.. Release me Gob lokk!!" Hanna was still able to rebel even though her hair was almost detached from her scalp.

*Bug !!

Bara hit the woman on the back of the head until she fell unconscious. This is better, he thought. There was no need to hear the screams of a drunken mad woman. Bothering!

A thug has no heart. He was not Harris Risjad who always thought a lot before hitting his opponent. He would also not hesitate to hit anyone who harassed Harris. Sincerely it is Bara to his master.

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🌹 Keara House

*tock.. Geck..

"Assalamualaikum.. Can you come in?"

Keara had just finished her breakfast. He looked up at the door and just nodded to answer his father's request for permission. He did not want to ruin his mood on this happy day.

"Wah the daughter of the father of cantiik. Harris must have been very fascinated when he saw you." said the father after sitting himself on a wooden bench on the side of his daughter's bed.

"What's up, sir?" ask Keara. Want to shorten the interaction with an old man who is none other than his own father. He was not used to talking to her.

"Father just wants to see your beautiful daughter.." The father who had appeared dapper in an expensive suit given Harris was sitting upright, afraid to make a scrape of his suit.

Keara just looked down. Not answering his father's words.

"Brother doesn't want you to be surprised. But just in front of there is a sexy woman who seems to want to ruin your happy day.. And it looks like she's drunk too.."

Spontaneous Keara looked at her father. His nerves were rounded and his heart beat back. It was quiet when he had breakfast.

"Father wondered, what would the father-in-law be like? How association.. Why did that woman come here and want to mess up.. Is he the right man for this beautiful father's daughter..?"

Keara was crying. He did not know which woman his father said. But it had already managed to make his heart extremely riled up. The fear of failure again was what he felt.

Suddenly his room opened with a quick movement. Ibuk with an unusual appearance, more beautiful of course, walked tergopoh into Keara's room. Arman was behind him.

"Mas Suryo," she rebuked her ex-husband. "I told you not to say anything to Keara!"

"I just want to ask about her future husband." said the father without guilt.

"Mas can ask me!" sniff mom again.

Without saying anything, Arman immediately pulled his father out of Keara's room. To reduce the burden of his beloved sister's mind.

"K.. Calm down, the madman is gone.." Mother rubbed Keara's back gently. Trying to ease his daughter's death.

"But Buk.. Who does that woman mean by father?" ask Keara.

"The crazy K.. If he's not crazy, where might come to the wedding of people early in the morning using all drunkenness." said the mother reassured.

"Already, K.. I believe the same with Harris. Soon you're getting married, so trust him.."

Keara shrunk her tears carefully. Worried about ruining her makeup.

"eehh.. Don't rub it like that.. Wait for. I'll call me Retno, let her make up you." Mom rushed out of the room. Leaving Keara alone.

Keara with trembling hands grabbed her phone and dialed Harris's phone number.

"Assamualaikum, my dear.." said Harris from across the phone.

"Waalaikumsalam.." Keara replied by holding back her sobbing sound. But it was detected by Harris.

"Darling, are you crying? Why?" Harris's panicking.

"The.. W-who's the woman who.. came here??" Ask Keara while sobbing.

"He's Hanna, baby.. That crazy artist.." Harris took a deep breath. Actually he was also equally surprised when he got a report from Bara earlier. But he eroded the taste so that his girl would not worry.

"You know he's crazy.. Don't worry about him, honey.. I've taken care of it, hm.."

"Y-yes, mas.."

"My beautiful bride, don't cry.. I'll be there soon.. God willing ten more minutes. Get ready baby, I don't want to see my bride her face falling apart from crying.."

Keara nodded. Unaware that Harris couldn't possibly see her nod.

"Everything will be okay, sweetheart.. Don't worry.."

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Not legal yet, Thor??

Patience with Harriiis... He said marriage is on the 25th. Still tomorrow...

Shabaar..

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