"Hana, please...help me.. I'm begging you.."
The next evening, a helpless Keira refuses her father's request, begging Hana to help her ruin the 'first date'. If the first meeting gave a bad impression, Keira was one hundred percent sure that 'the prince of the night' would definitely thwart their engagement, which apparently would take place next month.
"But Sis, I can't afford to go out. Hana's stomach is cramping because of menstrual pain..." Every time her 'monthly thing' comes, Hana always suffers from dysmenorrhea.
The menstrual pain she felt, felt like hundreds of hands were tearing at her stomach until she couldn't stop herself from crying. But thankfully tonight the stomach cramp is still at a tolerable level.
"I'll buy you painkillers, how about it?"
"Your stomach cramp isn't that bad, right?"
Keira certainly knows how her sister feels when she is menstruating. Hana could lie limp all day in bed with a deathly pale face. But tonight, she really needed her sister's help.
Otherwise, her future would be completely ruined!
"Why don't you just meet your future husband? Tell him honestly that you don't want to get married—"
"It's not that easy, Hana..." Keira ruffled her hair in frustration, "Never mind! You're too clean to understand this dirty world we live in." Keira sat limp under the bed and her back leaned helplessly against the small shelf beside the bed. The place where Hana put her favorite book.
Hana felt a little sorry for her second sister. She imagined that if she were in that position, she would definitely be no less frustrated than Keira.
"Fine, I'll help you" Said Hana then.
"What do you want me to do there?"
Keira continued to get up, her gloomy face continued to brighten. It was truly the greatest luck in her life to have a younger sister as good as Hana, "Are you capable enough to go?" But on the other hand, Keira feels bad because Hana is sick.
"The cramp isn't too bad, it's still within the tolerable stage..." Hana smiled softly.
"Then let me just take some painkillers just in case..."
Before Keira stepped out, Hana continued to hold her second sister's wrist, "Sis, I'm not used to taking painkillers."
If she is in the unbearable stage, at most Hana just rolls around in bed all day or at least uses a menstrual pain reliever patch.That's because she tends to stay away from medicine, because for her any chemicals are not so good for the body.
"What if I just prepare a warm water bag?"
"Okay with that!"
Keira continued to leave the room. After a few minutes passed, Keira returned with a bag of warm water. Hana immediately placed the object on her stomach and the pain subsided a little.
"So, later I will dress you up very gracefully and elegantly. Then you go on a date at my place and say a few words that you firmly refuse to marry him."
"Why not just dress up simply? Or even a little disheveled? That way he will get a bad impression of me, right?" Hana slowly got up, leaning against the head of the bed.
Keira immediately took out a tablet and showed it to Hana, "look at this!" Keira shows an article discussing the type of woman the 'Prince of the Night' dreams of, the only son of the El Murad family.
"In this article, it is clear that he really likes the type of woman with a casual appearance and on the contrary—he hates women who look other than that one 'word'"
"So what you mean is, he doesn't like women who look glamorous like that?"
"Yup!"
"Very strange," Hana muttered, shaking her head in disbelief, "Does that mean he doesn't even like women who look elegant or graceful?"
"That's right!"
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"Dad, I want the third candidate. Not the second candidate." Said Pasha firmly. It was clear that they had made an agreement regarding this, but why did his father just change it like that?
"That's because Mr. Arya seems to really love his youngest daughter. He is so unwilling to give his beloved daughter to you, that he is willing to go to a matchmaker to make this decision."
"Matchmaker?" Pasha's eagle eyes narrowed coldly.
"Yes," nodded Shahbaz, "And why did the choice fall on the second candidate? That was the matchmaker's choice. According to her, if you two get married, it will create a perfect marriage."
Pasha laughed coldly. What era is this in, but Mr. Arya is still using the services of a matchmaker regarding his daughter's marriage?
"Okay, then just cancel it." Without saying anything further, Pasha prepared to leave his father's big house.
"If you don't go tonight, don't blame me if I withdraw all your assets including your position as CEO— I demote you to an ordinary executive." Based on Pasha's arrogant and authoritarian nature, how would his son want to step down and let other people rule him?
"Remember, as long as I live, you are still under me, son!"
Pasha snorted coldly, he slowly turned around and looked at his father without emotion in the depths of his eagle eyes, "Okay, I'm leaving!"
Because of that, Pasha was already at the Diamond restaurant. A classy dining place owned by his future in-laws. That night the restaurant closed, creating an atmosphere of complete privacy for their meeting.
Seconds and minutes passed.
Pasha's brows furrowed deeply, waiting for the arrival of his future wife who still had not appeared at the scene. His eagle eyes wrinkled in displeasure. The woman had wasted thirty-five minutes of her precious time.
Raising his hand, Pasha sent a signal to the waiter to come bring him a bottle of wine. At the same time, from a distance, his eyes caught sight of a thin figure whose height was forced by high heels, walking towards the restaurant.
The girl with pure fair skin and a thin face wrapped beautifully in an elegant black pashmina hijab seemed to be walking awkwardly and very carefully. Her chaotic steps were truly concerning. At first glance, it can be seen that the girl is not used to wearing high heels as walking shoes.
Sure enough, the girl had just accidentally hit the table leg.
Seeing that, Pasha's lips twitched coldly, smiling slightly amused.
"Excuse me." The graceful black-dressed girl excused him politely. Her small voice was almost like the buzzing of a mosquito in Pasha's ears.
Ignoring the presence of the young girl, his eagle eyes chose to pay attention to the waiter who was arranging bottles and glasses on the table. After that the waiter asked if he still needed anything else. Pasha kept waving, gesturing for him to leave.
Hana pulled out a chair and sat down. The cold gaze on the other side made her whole body shiver, "Sorry, I'm late, sir," Hana tried hard to hide her nervousness.
For some reason, he found those cherry red lips calling him 'sir'. Pasha's lips twitched coldly, finding it quite interesting. Pasha took the wine bottle, and poured it into his glass.
Then he generously poured the drink into the glass of the girl sitting in front of him only to hear...