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

With her realization, Laurie stripped her clothes and went to the recording studio, and went into a painting frenzy. She was like a madwoman being chased with her demons and all the shitty decisions she had in her life.

She didn't feel any hunger, thirst nor time. She was sucked into the world of colors that her palette knife kept on splashing on the wall of the recording studio. When Jiro came back around noon the next day, there were no more blank walls.

Everything was covered with colors, even Laurie, she was caught so dazed that she kept on wiping her hands on her naked skin that her body was also looking like a canvas or more like a used palette.

Jiro stepped back slowly and took his camera and took a photo of Laurie. The faint whirring of the camera and its flash didn't even register in her brain. He put down his camera and leaned against the door frame. His eyes were glued on Laurie who was moving like her body has a mind of its own.

I Love You