Chapter 4 my best friend

Chapter 4

I picked up my scattered belongings and turned my back on him because I had no intention of indulging his nonsense.

"Stop cursing."

I ignored him and just went up to my room with the things I had picked up earlier. Wow! This guy actually followed me to my room.

"Just this once. Please marry me."

Instead of responding, I lay down on my bed and pulled the blanket over my head.

"Come on! I thought we were best friends. I really need your help."

Irritated, I got up again and faced him.

"Yes, you are my best friend, and I will help you with any problem, but this? My gosh, Kairo! The way you propose marriage, it's as if you're just offering some street food!"

Does he think marriage is just a joke? It's not like clothing that you can take off after wearing it once.

We're talking about a lifetime commitment here. Besides, the person I want to marry is like a prince in a fairytale who is willing to sacrifice everything for the woman he loves, and that's not Kairo.

"I need to find a goddamn wife, Justine. I don't see another woman like my mom, and that's what I told you before. I want to marry a girl just like my mom," he said, almost shouting at me.

I closed my eyes tightly and pinched the bridge of my nose because I was so frustrated. What part of "I don't want to" does Kairo not understand?

"Alright, here's what we'll do, Kairo. Tomorrow, we will search for a woman who meets your standards. We'll hire a woman to be your wife and pay her a hundred thousand a month; I'm sure many would want to apply."

He thought for a moment and then nodded.

"Sure, but I'll offer you a deal. I need a backup plan in case your plan doesn't work."

This one really won't back down; whatever he wants, he gets.

"Sure, my dear best friend."

"If we can't find a woman I want to marry, then you will marry me instead." I swallowed a few times, having second thoughts. What if my plan doesn't work? I'll surely end up getting married or strangling him.

"Deal! I'll handle finding the applicants; just wait for me tomorrow at one of your malls, exactly at 8 in the morning, Kairo. 8 am sharp! If you're late by even five minutes, there will be no search, and I won't go through with the deal. Is that clear?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow.

"Sure, witch, 8 am then, that's fine with me." That's good because if he doesn't agree, he'll just have to deal with his problem on his own.

"Good, now leave because I'm going back to sleep. Go back to wherever you came from," I shooed him away and lay back on my bed because I was still really sleepy.

I woke up at seven in the evening without having lunch; if I hadn't felt hungry, I wouldn't have gotten up. I just cooked something quickly and ate alone, as usual, nothing new.

After washing my dishes, I grabbed my laptop and created a group page for Kairo, posting about his "Find a Wife" operation.

Kalix Rhon Divinchie's Wanted Wife:

1. Single and unattached

2. Knows how to cook

3. Not high-maintenance

4. Age 20 to 26 years old

5. Caring

6. Beautiful and sexy (even if not too much, as long as she has something to offer)

7. Disciplined and decent

8. Responsible

9. Can calm him whenever he's mad or sad

10. Kind and not snappy

In less than five minutes, comments and shares flooded the post, and my notifications went off non-stop.

Good luck to us tomorrow, because the comments have already reached almost a thousand. Even gay people commented, but I'm happy because I'm sure Kairo won't marry me since it's impossible that he won't find at least one suitable candidate among nearly a thousand applicants.

I paused what I was doing when my phone, which was currently charging, rang.

"You made a page for me?" he asked immediately before I could even speak.

"Wow, Kairo, no 'hi' or 'hello'?" I replied.

"Answer me! You witch!" I frowned because he called me a witch again.

He calls me that because he says I look like a witch when I'm angry, with my nose flaring. Isn't he just mean because his Adonis-like face is almost perfect?

"Yup, didn't I tell you I'd handle it? That's why I'm doing it now." I heard him sigh before he replied.

"Eager to find a replacement wife, huh!" I heard one of his men's voices in the background before he hung up without saying goodbye.

How rude! He interrupted my phone charging just to hang up without a farewell. Ugh, I'd love to strangle Kairo.

I waited a few minutes to see if he'd call again, but he didn't, so I just closed my laptop, unplugged my phone from charging, and decided to go back to sleep since we have an early day tomorrow, and my energy will surely be drained by Kairo's women.

I woke up early today because it's Kairo's "Find a Wife" operation. I'm a bit nervous because if we don't find anyone, then goodbye to my single status.

It was just past seven in the morning when I arrived at the place where the interview for Kairo's "soon to be wife" would take place. My eyes almost popped out because, even in the parking lot, there were women already lined up.

"You're almost late," he greeted me.

I just raised an eyebrow at Kairo and sat next to him, facing the two chairs for the female applicants.

"Good thing you're not late," I replied indifferently.

We started the interviews, and I kept rubbing the back of my neck because it was so stiff. We've interviewed half of the women, but not one of them passed.

"Hi, Kairo! I'm Geneva, but you can call me Honey if you want."

See? That's what I'm saying. Many of them want to be Kairo's wife, but only beauty and body meet the standards I set.

"Pass, miss; you don't meet Kairo's standards."

She raised an eyebrow at me, so I did the same back to her.

"Who are you? Kairo should be the one deciding who he chooses, not you."

Just her attitude alone-no chance!

"She's my friend, and yeah, she's the one deciding who I'll marry because she knows what kind of woman I want to marry, and you're not it, Ms. Geneva."

Embarrassed, she left, but not before giving me a death glare.

"F*ck! I'm so tired, Justine, but until now, we still haven't found a woman I'd marry that fits my standards," Kairo said to me, annoyed.

Well, even I'm tired. None of the women have met our standards because all they know is how to be pretty and cute. They don't even know how to cook, and when we ask what they can cook, they say noodles.

Seriously? Almost everyone in the world knows how to cook noodles. Cooking is a basic skill that one must learn; even Kairo knows how to cook and clean, despite being born with a golden spoon.

"Hi, my name is Kiela Gingbum. I'm 24 years old, and I'm the last applicant."

I looked at the woman from head to toe and couldn't help but smile.

"So, Kiela, do you know how to do household chores and cook?" I asked her, to which she nodded.

I clapped a few times and smiled widely because she met our standards, and on top of that, she's beautiful. Besides, she's the last woman we need to interview today.

"So, are you single?" Kairo asked.

"Right now?" she asked, so I nodded.

"Yes, but I was previously married. Our annulment is currently being processed."

Oh, what does she mean by "single"? Auntie, you're still married!

The smile disappeared from my face when I heard Kiela's answer.

"So, basically, you are still married?"

She nodded, and I let out a sigh.

"Sorry, miss, but it seems like you don't qualify."

She turned away with slumped shoulders, leaving just Kairo and me.

"So?"

"So, what?" I pretended to be clueless, but I knew exactly what he was implying.

"Stop acting dumb. You know what I'm talking about."

I scratched my head because I knew there was no escaping him.

This is so annoying. I shouldn't have made the deal. I thought with so many women applying, at least one would pass, but none of them even knew how to cook or do household chores. Some did, but there were other issues.

"Maybe you'll change your mind, Kairo, or perhaps you'll find someone else around here."

He rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow at me.

Tsk! Why is it that when other men do that, they look gay, but when he does it, he looks hot?

"A deal is a deal. If you won't follow our agreement, then I'll make sure you never win a race again, and you won't be able to work at any company except mine."

I glared at him and threw the pen I was holding, but he easily dodged it.

"Are you threatening me?" I asked angrily.

How dare he threaten me when he's the one who needs me? The nerve! He's using his position as a mafia boss against me.

"If you call it a threat, then yes, I am threatening you."

I sighed and glared at him.

"What's your decision now?"

To Be Continued...