Chapter 5 - Propose The Fussy Girl

The day after tomorrow was his wedding, Skandar Alexander Hemingway’s wedding. 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 had just got into his house. It was not evening yet, however the man was very tired. The Hemingway family's eldest son sat on the sofa. He threw his work coat, after all, he would change his work suit every day. It was not matter if the coat was wrinkled at the time.

Nancy, her younger sister turned and sat down next to him. He saw his younger sister for a moment. Skandar did not know why she reminded at Charisa Davis, the young girl. Every she saw himself, she always narrowed her eyes. Had Charisa included him into the type of ghost that she was so afraid of? Skandar got dizzy thinking about his future wife’s character.

"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 was not still looking to his younger sister. He was sizzling towards the uneducated television show at the time.

"Your wedding day? Are you serious?" 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. You 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 had already looked very sour now. Nancy was laughing so hard when she heard his brother’s complaints.

Skandar was getting annoyed when his younger sister kept laughing on him. The man immediately threw Nancy by 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. He looked at her for a moment.

"Yesterday family gathering had been enough, hadn’t it?" Skandar replied indifferently.

“It had only discussed the wedding date and preparations. You haven't even given the young girl proposal ring yet."

"Is it important? She will get a wedding ring tomorrow." Nancy rolled her eyes in annoyance. Skandar Alexander Hemingway could be named the least romantic man in Australia at the 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 must 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 threw her sofa pillow towards the stairs 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. The man lay down on his blue bed cover. His head was full of many things since last week. Maybe if it was not him, the owner of the head had gone crazy at the time.

His eyes closed for a moment, Nancy's words popped into his head. His younger sister's words seemed to tease him. He could not have cared and gotten married right away, moreover he was tired of her single life’s monotony at the time. Although the young girl, Charisa Zwetta Davis, was supposed to have a long youth with her friends. It was unfair for her. As Nancy said, she had 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. He decided not to think the young girl. He wanted to sleep.

But after some seconds passed, the man stood up from his bed cover and took his coat, he 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 the night. The young girl had just finished helping her sister-in-law to wash the dishes plates. It was not really helpful, because Amanda was still washing while she only helped the woman not to be in the kitchen alone. In return, Amanda gave her 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 was why only Charisa and Amanda were in their house at the time. Charisa was still voraciously eating her ice cream, the round-eyed girl was heard singing a famous girl group’s song 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 screen. A message entered her Line application. At first time, she thought Yuta whom sent her, because the Japanese boy said he would pick up his book. Charisa took his book in the class accidentally at the last morning, she had not realized yet until she had read the name contact.

From: Mr. Grumpy Hemingway

"I have been in the park near your residential alley, meet me up now!"

Charisa rose from her seat directly, 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 command during their married life later, Skandar Alexander Hemingway, her future husband.

The Hemingway man was texting her, he was asking for her to come to her estate garden. What else would the mature man want to do? Charisa got confused, the girl was had been walking back and forth on the house’s kitchen floor, her behaviour would rise if she always got panicked.

Charisa didn't know if 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 the time. The young girl had not given answer yet what she should do for his future husband’s request, a message came anymore.

From: Mr. Grumpy Hemingway

“I don't like waiting for, Charisa Davis. Remember my disliked list, if you forget it, you can read your blue notebook!"

Charisa opened the new message, her jaw had been stiff while she was 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 whom 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 called him. The girl wanted to cancel and meet him 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 bitten by mosquitoes here, 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 them to meet another day.

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

Skandar reminded himself being patient more, he had to remember if the girl who called him, was very young, very spoiled plus childish. All the things which he did the night were full of struggle, and his troubles came because he bought the sudden things. His effort was useless because the young girl was scared by 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 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!"