6] Jerk!.

Thirty-Eight Hours Later....     

Sedar gawked at his wife, who was seated across from him at the dinner table. He had given her thirty hours to organise her affairs and return to him.

He compelled the need to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. After that little stunt he pulled by kissing her on the lips, he thought for sure that she wouldn't show up. He still questions himself about what brought the urge on for him to do it. 

'I had to seal our deal with a kiss by claiming those deep red lips of hers.'  He thought to himself... 

'Evet, (yes) and in exchange, she slapped you, leaving her handprint on your face for hours on end, reminding you to maintain your distance.' He was mocked by his inner god.

Either way, she's here and they had a lot to talk about before they fly back to his homeland first thing in the morning.

"Our flight is scheduled for Eight o'clock in the morning." He started.