MARRYING DOWN THE BED?
18. Check Out

I could only mutter the folly, trying to return Evita's smile but ending up with me grinning my face.

Serving a chicken coop?

Yeah, alright. It seems that it is not wrong to call this other girl herself different.

The look on his face when he told the Mighty Swordsman, exuding his love of feeling in telling it. There was pride emanating there and Evita was not the slightest bit embarrassed by me.

This girl who will soon be my new wife, God, what other surprises will she present to me?

He suddenly seemed confused about the surface of the table...

"What are you looking for?" I even unconsciously searched.

"Rubber hair. I put it under this HP. There's no more."

"Since then you haven't pinched your hair, Evita."

"Yes. Indeed indeed. But the rubber was brought from the hotel. I'll wear it just in case the wind outside is strong. Rubber is black. Thin. Subtly. Nice."

This girl keeps looking for a wig. Circulating looking here and there.

It's obviously hard to see if that's the shape of the rubber. The last Evita bowed in the opposite direction from me, looking around the ground under her feet.

How can I with glasses this minus can help find that this girl with normal eyes can't find?

"Wind is not tight, Evita. Your hair doesn't need to be pigtailed. We'll just buy a new hairpin."

I mean leaning over his back just to pull his right shoulder straight again.

He suddenly straightened his body and just stood up until no doubt his left arm grabbed my glasses and face.

The object ejected from its place to then fall to land on the ground accompanied by a cry of shock and determination Evita saw it.

Shocked twice to the cockroach on the ground that touched the movement of the hand to look for it earlier and a jerk of the body reflex that turned out to result in my glasses struck.

I was alone for a moment.

"Bang Harii..."

Standing up and leaning forward, grabbing the glasses from the ground, I told Evita, "It's okay. No knapa-knapa. Not broken."

Not one bit broken. Mercifully. I watched for a moment the thing back and forth in the handrails. Completely unaware of this girl held back the half grimacing laughter before letting out a real voice from the laughter.

I turned my head to look at him.

"Is something funny?" I turned my body facing him completely. I looked at the expression of laughter and the whole girl. You're the one Evita still sees me.

Sleekly wrapped in a turtleneck T-shirt and a knee-length skirt, the girl in vision 70% of my eyes really.

The look of him standing up and laughing... I have never known what kind of beauty an angel or an angel but maybe like this girl the figure of an angel from the heaven. Glowing out in the sun this afternoon. Being able to make me feel like I'm at a loss for words among my willingness to look at him.

While she, pointing towards my face still with a hint of laughter on her face, Evita quickly lowered her hand.

"Sorryyy.not want to melt bang Hari, without the glasses bang Hari so really looks very similar. Did Sapphira tell brother that the brother in the eyes of the three of us looks a lot like dengalaan..."

His crisp laughter broke up again as he hung up his sentence.

Without any need to be made clear I know who she is the person this girl meant to be. Then I smile. Smile at the three of them.

"Three of you?"

Suddenly Evita showed a real childish side of herself and this time the girl's way of laughing and talking is mimicking Sapphira.

Not because of Sapphira imitated this which then made my feelings slip. But because at this time an Evita is matching me again with the mister Enrique at once unknowingly revealed a story that should remain forever a secret of the three brothers.

Confession about the compact threesome fell heavily in love with me that.

"You guys, more than like me..."

"Hoooh..." Evita was inevitably aware of the dramatic howl. As if check mat-game over in front of me, he was stunned.

I laugh.

Before he actually managed to get back in the body to escape hiding according to the intentions implied on his face, I chased him...

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Back to the hotel where we stayed 2 days 1 night, exactly as Evita estimates the twins did not want to be separated from me.

"We met at home, Rian..Restu. Papa there's a little work business that you can't take with you. You're with Opa Simon, okay?" I was forced to lie to both of them in front of their room with the nanny and Safira.

Rian did not cry, Restu who began as eager as a typical 4-year-old boy.

"But I want to go with pa' ajaa..."

Sapphira came closer, coaxing gently, "Rees, yuk, come with auntie for a while. We'll get ice cream at the cafe downstairs. Yuk. Wanna?"

Rian approached Sapphira, "I would, too, tan." The thrust is in the typical speech tone of a toddler boy.

As a result, Restu would not be affected. He went back and looked doubtfully at me and his aunt Safanya before docking me,

"But papa's also coming with his mother."

I smile at my flower, "Yes. But you guys go first with auntie. After papa's work is done, we'll have ice cream together later."

Behind me Evita felt countless mistakes. I know it. I had time to order it so that he was prepared and did not have to intervene to deal with the objections of the twins. He obeyed my words even though it was still so unpleasant.

While throwing a glance at Safira, I found Sapphira in front of me glancing at her brother. Evita I heard a voice, man,

"Follow it first, bang. Later if it is calm at the cafe, brother try to say goodbye to them again. I'm looking forward to check-out in the lower lobby."

Safira nodded in agreement.

I weighed for a moment.

While Rian and Restu were already in the left right hand of their aunt Safira, ready to head downstairs.

I also gave up. Turning around to see Evita, this girl gave her smile to me before nodding a 2x sign she agreed to her own proposal earlier.

I blinked one eye at him, he laughed without a voice responding to it. Sweeping the wave, the signal was so that I immediately followed Sapphira who had been swinging along with my two boys to the elevator was.

Fortunately Yuan was very friendly with his Simon oma-opa in the hotel room, getting ready there. So I don't have to bother trying to separate myself from them for this trip home.

"OK," my smile returned to Evita before waving a goodbye hand at her then swinging a step leaving her in the doorway of the hotel room. Safira and the twins.

30 Minutes ago could not be delivered kiss him because of the situation Park is too crowded.

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