Marry Me.

A ping from her phone jolted Cyprian out of her reverie and she looked around to realize she was still standing in the corridor of both hers and her brothers apartments. Her stupid action that day made them still protect her like this, even to the point of neglecting their privacy and choosing to live with her.

As she looked from one door to the other of the four doors, she remembered how they had actively protected her right from a young age. The oldest among her brothers was 36, just ten years older than her, yet he behaved like he was her grandfather while the rest of them followed suit.

And it was all her fault.

She looked down at the message she got and saw that it was from Esther.

[Did you talk with mommy, Aunt Cyprian?] The message read.

'That's true. Been a while since this unruly girl called me,' Cyprian thought, swiping the message off to dial Shikera's number.

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