The Defective Bride
6 hrs. 47 min.
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“You’d better have killed me,” the girl cries. “Uncle took the dowry. He invited two hundred guests…!”
I flinch from a headache and greedily drink water.
What kind of girl is this? Where did she even come from in my room? And why is she in a wedding dress? She’s pretty. Young. All in gold. Probably worth about five hundred thousand in jewelry… So she’s definitely not some—
“Shame on me! Shame on the family…” she continues to shake, hysterical.
“He’ll take the money back… He’ll say, ‘You’re dirty’—and then only—”
“Hit…”
“Who is he?” I try to get to the bottom of it.
“Yeah… ma…!” she clicks her teeth.
“Who?” In what language is that?
“Groom…” she corrects herself, and then switches to a dialect I can’t translate.
I reach for my phone and dial the guys.
“Guys, what happened yesterday, though?”
I flinch from a headache and greedily drink water.
What kind of girl is this? Where did she even come from in my room? And why is she in a wedding dress? She’s pretty. Young. All in gold. Probably worth about five hundred thousand in jewelry… So she’s definitely not some—
“Shame on me! Shame on the family…” she continues to shake, hysterical.
“He’ll take the money back… He’ll say, ‘You’re dirty’—and then only—”
“Hit…”
“Who is he?” I try to get to the bottom of it.
“Yeah… ma…!” she clicks her teeth.
“Who?” In what language is that?
“Groom…” she corrects herself, and then switches to a dialect I can’t translate.
I reach for my phone and dial the guys.
“Guys, what happened yesterday, though?”
