Jyojiko

"What the fuck did you send over, Nicky?" Laurie is screaming over the phone at six fucking  o'clock in the morning.

"It has a note. And I believe that the message was clear." the name Nicky answered.

"Well that's exactly, why I am asking!"  she exclaimed angrily, glaring at the innocently looking red leather pill box, that is instantly recognizable as a famous jewelry brand, sitting on her kitchen counter, with a note that says - I heard you cry over a guy, here's a small gift to let you know that I'd marry you anytime.

With the familiar scrawling penmanship in the white piece of paper, she would know who sent her the note, even without calling the guy on the phone.

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When the guy you confessed to rejected you, and your two exes came back running—declaring they would marry you any time, what would you do?

Would you choose a familiar old love or the one that has your heart but doesn't want you?

And to add to the chaos, her mother is on a mission to marry her nearing thirty-something ass to any man who breathes. 

What should a girl do in such a situation? Run away, of course! 

But then, how far can you run away until all the life's decisions you screwed up in the past caught up with you and you ended up with no choice but to face them. 

Welcome to Laurie’s adventure and just to be clear this is not a love story BUT a quest.

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

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Book cover by Sendaline_16

Capture A Husband: My Asian Mother's Quest

Laurie stood at the curb under the white light of the street light. She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to keep them away from smacking Hideaki's head.

Her thought was still on the man that paid for her onigiri and Hideaki won't shut up from yapping.

She raked her fingers over her hair, and faced Hideaki, "You know what, you are worse than a nagging bitch!" she snapped. "Why won't you leave me alone, huh?"

Hideaki was caught off guard with her outburst. He opened and closed his mouth, like a fish out of water. Yet, no words came out of his gaping mouth.

"I don't understand your obsession with me. I mean, yeah, before I somehow get that you like me and --" she sighed. "You told me so many times that you like me, and I replied to them in the most polite way that I could ever think of for a 'no' but it seemed like you refused to accept the fact that, I.DO. NOT.LIKE.YOU!"

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