I love you till the end, Mr. Buenavista

“What?” Ezekiel’s thunderous question to Samarra.

When Samarra finished telling him why she rushed to his penthouse, he got up and walked around the living room, which is how Samarra looked. Is this what he is saying because Samarra doesn’t know how to listen to him.

“See? Like what I’ve said.”

Ezekiel was so shaken that he did not want Samarra to marry his brother. Because he already knew that something like this could happen to them. He can’t blame Zachary, and maybe he loves his girlfriend Claudel. However, it is still not suitable for Zachary to let a woman into their marriage house. Even if Samarra and Zachary say they don’t love each other, they should still respect their marriage.

Ezekiel sighed and bowed to the girl who was sitting. Samarra is close to his heart and doesn’t want to see its pain, especially for the same reason his brother is hurting. When Ezekiel saw Samarra, it was as though something in his heart had twitched. Ezekiel walked closer to her, brave and resilient. He stroked Samarra’s chin, causing her to look up.

“Why are you crying?” he calmly asked Samarra and slowly squatted to meet their eyes.

“I don’t know,” Samarra seemed confused and shook her head.

“I also don’t know why I’m crying,” she whispered.

Ezekiel was stunned and sighed. Could it be that Samarra already likes his brother? Is it possible? As he looks Samarra straight into her eyes. He sees her different emotions.

Ezekiel rubbed his forehead. “Shh… stop crying,” he said, pulling her to the sofa to accompany him.

“What are you doing?” Samarra asked when she saw that he had opened his refrigerator and brought out the necessities.

He smiled at the question even though it was evident he would cook.

“I will cook your favorite pork adobo,” he replied.

He could see her restrained smile and approached him. “I will help you,” she offered to help him, and she took another knife, but he grabbed her by the shoulder and made him sit on the chair.

“Nah, sit there. I can do this,” Ezekiel boasted and took off his t-shirt before cooking. If there’s anything he can be proud of in the kitchen, it’s his specialty pork adobo with a lot of garlic, Samarra’s favorite.

He also cooked for the two of them. He was shaking. Because he could see Samarra’s restrained smile as she watched him cook. Fortunately, his stock in the refrigerator was complete, but he was still crying. Samarra arranged their meal and put plates and glasses on the table when cooking.

“Yehey! Let’s eat,” she told him with a smile.

He just shook his head and messed up her hair. “Let’s eat,” he said and sat down opposite Samarra. While they were eating quietly, he occasionally glanced at Samarra.

Samarra looks like it’s just now eating delightful food again. He knows Samarra is conscious of it too much in the body since the accident.

She grinned. “Ahmm… Miel, aren’t you afraid to gain weight?” he asked maliciously.

Samarra was about to eat again but was stunned by what he said and slowly put down the spoon full of food. He laughed as she looked at her appearance.

“Why did you stop?”

Samarra suddenly snorted and frowned. “Kiel? Are you asking me why? God!” she asked him sarcastically; simultaneously, she crossed her arms and legs and stared at him.

He smiled. That is the Samarra he met. Those who persevere and fight. He shrugged at what Samarra was doing.

“Miel, continue your food. You exercise, so you don’t gain the weight right away,” he said.

She looked at him before continuing to eat. He forced to stop his laughter lest the Samarra turn on him again. When they finished eating, Samarra insisted on putting away and washing their food.

“Kiel, I miss you,” she said while looking at him. He also smiled and ruffled her hair.

“Kiel, you always mess with my hair,” Samarra growled. He laughed at Samarra’s wish for this child who was scolding him.

“Did you miss me? But you didn’t come to me?” he asked.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Samarra avoids his question; instead of answering his question, she asks another question.

“What time will you go home?” he asked and walked into the room to change his clothes.

Samarra didn’t answer, so he looked at her. She scratched her neck and hesitated to smile. “Ah, Kiel?! How do I go home? Will you take me, or will you lend me a car?”

“If you make a way to have your car, that won’t happen. Wait for me, and I will drive you home,” he said and finally entered.

When Kiel changed his clothes, he immediately left the room. That’s how he frowned as he looked at Samarra. One of her eyes is closed while its two hands form a triangle.

“What are you doing?”

Suddenly Samarra was confused by his question as if she had only just realized his presence.

What she’s doing? Daydreaming?

“Ahh! Let’s go,” She said and started walking towards the elevator.

He just shook his head and followed the girl.

“Ahmm, Kiel. Is it okay for you if I will go mall? Will I buy clothes and supplies for this coming school year? ”

“Tell it to your husband.”

He glanced at Samarra. She frowned at what he said; maybe she didn’t want to tell Zach.

“Okay, I’ll come with you.”

Her eyes watered with pleasure. “Really? Promise, will you come with me” Samarra asked him, unable to believe it. He smiled and nodded to let her know what he said was true.

He was suddenly startled by Samarra clinging to his neck. “Thank you,” she said weakly to him. He smelled Samarra’s fragrant breath.

Zachary went back and forth to the living room and checked the time on his watch that he was wearing at eight o’clock. But Samarra is still missing. Why didn’t that woman know how to say goodbye? Damn! His head is going to hurt. He did not know where to look for her again.

In great annoyance, he threw his cellphone. He has a cellphone, but he doesn’t know Samarra’s number. He was able to tweak his hair. Zachary wrote frustration all over his face. Samarra is exhausting his patience.

He had been waiting for it for almost three hours, and he came home early to take Samarra to a mall. Because he knows that Samarra was getting bored for two weeks grounded.

He plans to buy them school supplies. But then his girlfriend, Claudel, appeared. She cried because he had avoided it for several weeks since he and Samarra married.

He leaned back and closed his eyes. Is it possible that Samarra saw us and left?

Why is he leaving Zachary? She also clearly said that she would only marry because she can’t disobey her parents?” against his mind.

Annoyed, he wiped his face and stood up. Samarra is driving him crazy. He went up to their room and peered out the window. It’s only a few minutes until nine o’clock, and it’s still gone.

When he decided to look for Samarra in the village, he drove. Zachary looked around every street he had passed, hoping to see Samarra.

Fuck! Samarra, where have you been? Where did you go? Will he ask his parents for help? Tsk, they can’t possibly think they have a problem with their marriage. Damn! Get ready for me, Samarra. He angrily slammed the steering wheel.RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only