BRINGING MY PROSPECTIVE WIFE HOME
Isac snorted roughly while smiling sadly, "That's an ancient excuse, Cheery. How can a young woman like you have a child who is eight years old? Why don't you just say that you already have a husband, huh? You're ridiculous, Cheery!" he continued saying sadly.
"I-"
"She already has an eight-year-old child. She even has a future husband who will take her back to Indonesia!"
Cheery's words were cut off by the deep voice of a man she seemed to know. Cheery looked back, to where the source of the voice came from.
"T-Troy? You here?" she called stuttering. Isac also looked back and found a man standing holding a sleeping boy in his arms.
"What are you doing there? Get up and bring Keanu inside. I almost broke my hip from carrying the sleeping Keanu all the way!" the man who was Troy continued his sentence with his signature scolding.
