Bara instantly drove his vehicle to Sandra's flat. After his sister returned home, he had time to complete his manageable workload.
The modest apartment was, as usual, vacant. The room must contain the Sky. Bara's instant thoughts went to Sandra, who was pouting. The individual hurried to the main room.
Three times banging on the door with no response. Bara believes Sandra is asleep. He cautiously touched the handle. His head emerged first, then his body. No one. The room is vacant, and the air conditioner has been turned off.
"Where can I find Sandra? Good grief."
Just arrived back in the living room. He retrieved the cell phone he left with the car keys when he entered the room earlier. Someone hastily hit the contact button and placed the phone to his ear.
One bell...
Two bells...
Three bells...
The owner of the phone number he dialed did not respond until the fourteenth ring. Bara undid his tie. His posterior resides on the living room sofa. Lifting a leg that is still clad with footwear.
"Where did she go?" he inquired with irritation.
He attempted to think optimistically behind it. Perhaps Sandra was paying parking or other expenses downstairs. Soon, she will return.
However, the two-hour wait never materialized. Bara sighed and promptly grabbed the car keys to locate Sandra.
Just as he was ready to enter the building, a combination pin rang. He was confident that Sandra had just arrived.
"Why not use the telephone?"
Sandra's eyes rolled. Very astonished by Bara's reprimand at the moment.
"Are you present?" questioned Sandra. His facial expression suggested she was panicking. Like being caught committing an offense.
"Where are you?" Bara questioned with a keen glance.
"Eh."
Sandra's attention turned to the objects lying on the floor. She glanced hesitantly at Bara and smiled at her.
"Want to assist with organization?"
A loud sigh emanated from the man in front of her. But a second later, Bara's tight grip on the scattered bags caused them to move. Sandra was not permitted to even handle anything.
"You should have contacted me beforehand if you desired to go shopping. You have many items to purchase. Is this a one-month supply?"
She bit her lower lip. There is too much material. This is the result of Arsoni's extravagant spending. She turned in terror to Bara. What would occur if he discovered that these products were purchased with his nephew's money?
"Why are you silent?" Bara asked fiercely. He could sense the odd expression on his wife's face.
"You traveled alone with so much cash? Take a taxi?" Bara asked again. This time it was more relaxed, but it did not diminish the ominous scent of inquiry.
"Um...."
Again, he scratched Sandra's non-itching nape of the neck. She was perplexed by Bara's query. Answering truthfully is not the proper response.
"You do not wish to be truthful with me? Is there a man who can accompany and go shopping with you?"
Sandra's heart was hit by Bara's gunfire. She even moved backwards. Bara's statements resemble the suspicion that there is a third person in their household.
"You seem tight, San. Come on, I just met you two days ago."
Sandra had lost all motivation to avoid. With a deep sigh, he also spoke.
"Arsoni has spent the entire amount. Yes, he hopes to be welcomed here for supper."
"Wow, that's fantastic. Requested an invitation to dinner, but instead bought the ingredients. What kind of cook are you?"
He merely narrowed his gaze. He regarded Sandra with a sarcastic expression. He liked seeing Sandra cornered. Thus, his fury will not be released to harm her. Even while the irritability is undeniable, it will also overflow.
Bara wasted no time in retrieving the items that had not yet been unpacked. With only two hands, everything was seized.
His wife was uncertain of what Bara would do. She trembled and hurried to follow Bara's path.
"Where will you go? Where will you transport your groceries?" Sandra inquired urgently.
"Open the door!" Bara's orders.
Sandra merely regarded the entrance in front of her. It remained stationary where it stopped. His attention wandered from Bara to the door to the shopping bag.
"Why are you still waiting? Rapidly open!" said Bara again.
Hearing Bara's persistent tone, Sandra opened the door instantly. She followed Bara wherever she went. The man, who turned out to be her husband, entered the elevator and hit the button for the basement.
Sandra, startled by Bara's actions, inquired, "Where are we going?"
On the man's back, the veins were clearly apparent. It appears that he is harboring a grudge in his chest. Sandra, unwilling to see a fight, decided to yield. She softly caressed her husband's back.
"It is improper to get upset with nephew. Ultimately, all he desired was an invitation to dinner from his aunt. He paid because you all paid to wait in line at the checkout."
Bara softened his tight shoulders slightly upon hearing this. He spake not a single word. It's only that his glance had changed from before.
Bara headed to the security desk upon reaching the basement level. His steps were wide since he was eager to reach his destination swiftly.
The security guards who were resting gazed in awe at the man rushing towards them from a distance. Everyone in attendance was familiar with Bara and Sandra. They are also aware of Bara's wealth.
"Is there anything Mr. Bara may do for you, Mrs. Sandra?" one of them inquired.
Bara placed the purse on the table.
"This is a meal. You allocate equally."
Sandra, who stood behind Bara, was similarly astonished, as were the five security guards present. Was he not wrong to give them all of this?
Bara took Sandra and exited the arena without acknowledging the applause from behind him.
Sandra questioned, indignantly, "Why did you give it to all of them?"
The goal was to save money, but she was instead granted a fortune. His money is now in the possession of others.
"Tonight, we'll go shopping one again. You wish to purchase more than I can afford. No longer take presents from other men."
Sandra finally comprehended. The man is currently overcome with intense jealousy. Incredulous, she could only shake his head.
Sandra yelled, "What are you going to eat tonight, Bara?" when she realized there was nothing in their kitchen.
"Removal is feasible. Delivery is feasible. Do not be like a poor woman. Now, please serve me first."
Immediately after these words concluded, the elevator doors opened. Sandra had been pulled inside. There was no longer any space for him to flee. Not even a want to yell. Everyone is aware that Bara is her spouse. The men themselves presented their marriage licenses to the security personnel. No one would believe Sandra if she yelled that Bara might be injured.
"Relax darling. Well, no more than two or three times."
Sandra shuddered. She desired to faint in the elevator glass.
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