Chapter 5 - Propose to Y*u

The day after tomorrow was his wedding, the wedding of a Skandar Alexander Hemingway. He should had started taking time off and preparing his wedding. Skandar instead continued to work as usual. He was as a cold and stiff guy, but there were not man out there whom was as stiff and cold as Skandar Alexander Hemingway.

Skandar just got into his house. It was not yet evening, but the man was very tired. The Hemingway family's eldest son sat on the sofa in the lounge of his home. He threw his work coat on the sofa, after all, every day he would change his work suit, it did not matter if the coat was wrinkled now.

Nancy, her younger sister turned and sat down over to him. Seeing his younger sister, Skandar did not know why she reminded himself of a Charisa Davis, the young girl, every time she saw himself, she always narrowed her eyes. Had Charisa entered him into the type of ghost that round-eyed girl was so afraid of? Skandar got dizzy thinking about the character of his future wife.

"Have you not still taken off-office day yet?" Nancy asked her brother.

"Not yet." Said Skandar, he was staring at the television program which his younger sister had watched.

“The day after tomorrow is your wedding. When are you going to take time off?" Asked his sister again.

"The day of my wedding. Why?" Skandar still didn't look at his younger sister. He is now sizzling towards the uneducated television show.

"Your wedding day? You're not serious, are you?" Nancy looked at her brother as if he was crazy.

"The only one who's crazy about this, is our mom, Nancy." Finally Skandar looked at his younger sister. "If I take time off far away, mom will definitely pull me everywhere. See, where is our mom now? In my wedding building."

"Mom is very enthusiastic for preparing her first son’s wedding, bro. Just enjoy it." Nancy said wisely.

“Enjoying how unsettled my life is. If every an hour once, mom will call me. She calls me just to ask what my favourite colour dresses, chairs, ribbons, and biscuits? And anymore." Skandar already looked very sour now. Hearing her brother's complaint, Nancy was laughing so hard.

Skandar was getting annoyed when his younger sister kept laughing on him. The man immediately threw Nancy with his sofa pillow, but it didn't hit her sister, it only fell on the floor. Nancy, who had finished laughing, adjusted her face in order not to become her brother's annoyance’s victim, the girl remembered something.

“Skandar, have you proposed Charisa?" Nancy waited for an answer from her brother who also looked at her for a moment.

"Family gathering yesterday had been enough, hadn’t it?" Skandar replied indifferently.

“The family meeting yesterday only discussed the wedding date and preparations. You haven't even given the young girl proposal ring yet."

"Is it important? The day after tomorrow he will also get a wedding ring." Nancy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Skandar Alexander Hemingway could be named the least romantic man in Australia this time.

"Are you crazy, my dear brother? It's not just a ring problem. Every girl has a dream to propose in a romantic way. Charisa doesn't even have opportunity to enjoy her youth, because she has to marry a cold and indifferent mature man like Skandar Hemingway!" Skandar, who heard it, could only drop his jaw, what was his sister screwy? She cursed him in front of himself.

"Are you in your right mind, Nancy Hemingway? You have said like that now?"

"Yes, I'm in my right mind. I 'm trying to revive my unromantic brother now." Nancy patted her brother’s shoulder then. "As long as it's still the day after tomorrow, go now, and propose her!"

"I am not an actor in the stupid soap opera, Nancy." quipped Skandar, then he stood up from his sofa.

Nancy, who thought her brother would listen her advice and propose her future sister-in-law, almost complimented him. Nancy then threw her sofa pillow towards the stairs of her house when she saw her brother instead went onto their stairs leading to his room on the second floor. Skandar Alexander Hemingway was a really cold, indifferent man who was not very romantic.

Skandar, who had arrived in his room, closed the wooden door to his room. The man lay down on top of the bed cover which was soft blue. His head was full of many things this week. Maybe if it wasn't him, the owner of the head had gone crazy now. Everything in this week really made anyone had to cool off his brain.

Closing his eyes for a moment, Nancy's words popped into his head. His younger sister's words seemed to tease him. He could have cared less and gotten married right away, moreover he was tired of the monotony of her single life now. But the young girl, Charisa Zwetta Davis was supposed to have a long youth with her friends. It's just the life seemed unfair to the young girl. As Nancy said, having to marry a cold, indifferent man who was not very romantic, and the man was him.

"How stupid I am, why I had to think about her!" twitted Skandar slowly.

The man then stood up from his bed cover and took his coat and went straight out of his room.

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At the Davis Home

Canberra, Australia

Charisa was eating her banana ice cream in the kitchen tonight. The girl had just finished helping her sister-in-law to wash the dishes. It's not really helpful, because Amanda still washed while she only helped the woman not to be alone in the kitchen. In return, Amanda gave him a large bowl of banana flavoured ice cream.

Noah Davis, her brother was out for a moment ago due to technical issues at his office. That's why only Charisa and Amanda lived in their house now. Charisa was still voraciously eating her ice cream, the round-eyed girl was heard singing a song from a girl group that was famous currently, Twice’s What is love. The girl's voice sounded sweet and cute at the same time.

Brrtt

Brttt

The girl's cell phone vibrated. Charisa looked at the communication device screen. A message entered his Line application. At first time, it was thought Yuta who sent her, because the Japanese boy said he would pick up his book that Charisa took it in the class accidentally, until the contact name message made her rounded eyes widely.

From: Mr. Grumpy Hemingway

"I'm already in the park near your residential alley, meet me now!"

Charisa immediately rose from her seat, the girl put down her ice cream bowl and perused once more. Maybe those round eyes were lying to her. Mr. Grumpy Hemingway was the contact name she gave to the nagging man who liked to arrange during their married life later, Skandar Alexander Hemingway, her future husband.

The Hemingway man was now texting her, asking her to come to her estate garden. What else would that grown up man want to do? Charisa confused to decide, the girl was already walking back and forth on the house’s kitchen floor, her style if she always panicked.

Charisa didn't know she should come or pretend not to read the message. In their meeting yesterday, she was angry on the man, she had right not to answer him at this time. The young girl had not got answer yet what she should do for his future husband’s request, a message came back to his online application.

From: Mr. Grumpy Hemingway

“I don't like waiting, Charisa Davis. Remember the list that I dislike, if you forget it, just read your blue notebook yesterday!"

Charisa opened the new message, her jaw had been stiff reading it. The girl looked annoyed at Skandar’s message who was very controlling. How stressful she is!

"Which business does the uncle want to discuss? It has been night now." Said Charisa who began to ask questions.

As far as she could remember, she had already said that she was afraid of scary things, and scary ghosts appeared at night. Now the mature man told him coming to the park alone. The man preferred to disturb her peaceful time. Charisa finally decided to call him. The girl wanted to cancel and meet tomorrow morning.

"Hello... Uncle, this is Charisa. We should-"

"Where are you?" Said the people there.

"At home, uncle." Said Charisa quietly.

"Why have you not left yet? I'm here to be bitten by a mosquito, you know?" Young master Skandar's voice sounded very annoyed now.

"It is night uncle, lots of ghosts. We'll talk tomorrow, okay...” Charisa whined asking both of them to meet tomorrow.

"I have come all the way here, bothered to buy all of this, waited for you all this time, and let my blood be sucked in by mosquitoes, and you have just told me to go home."

Skandar had to remind himself for being patient so much, he had to remember if the girl who called him very young, very spoiled plus childish. All the things which he did tonight that were full of struggle, and the man's troubles in finding all these sudden things, had to be overcome with the girl's fear about scary ghost at night. Did Charisa not know, if Skandar Alexander Hemingway could turn into a ghost that night, a vampire ghost who needed a lot of blood?

"What does uncle want me to do alike tonight?" Charisa asked innocently.

"Propose to you!"

"WHAT!!" Charisa Davis' round eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Come here or I shall come to your house now!"

------To be continued------