Old man?
Ranita cocked her head slightly with a somewhat blank expression on her face.
"Rashid!" Brendon tightly reminded her of it. Ranita suddenly realized what he meant.
She cleaned off all the foam from her hands, picked up the phone, and walked over to the balcony to answer the call. They spoke in Arabic, and Brendon didn't understand much of what they said. He only knew that while talking and laughing, Ranita was watering plants on the balcony. She seemed happy about something...
"What does he want?" Brenson blocked the door of the balcony, stretched himself tall like a door frame, and asked curiously while following behind Ranita inside again
"Private matters."
She's brushing him off?!
Brendon got back into the kitchen with Rantia. He watched as the diligent girl continued washing dishes. Walking over, Brendon suggested, "You should buy a dishwasher."
"I don't use it often, and there's no need since there aren't many people around," Ranita didn't cook at home often... and... she was going to leave Kurima soon anyway, so this apartment was just temporary.
"Why did the old man want you?" Brendon circled back to the question.
Ranita glanced at him and joked nonchalantly, "He wants to marry me as his third wife."
"Ranita... I forbid it!" Brendon raised his voice slightly. "You're not even officially separated from me yet, and you're already thinking about being someone else's wife?"
Ranita opened her mouth but swallowed her words back down. They finally had a chance to live together in peace; she didn't want to ruin the mood. She smiled with squinted eyes and said, "I'm joking with you! Mr. Bassett said he'll come visit Kurima later and hopes to take me out for a meal."
"A meal?" Brendon paused before speaking sourly. "I don't trust his intentions."
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