AL-THAR
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The bell rang many times and it disturbed the good mood of pregnant women who were snacking.
"Bi Naniiii!" shelia shouted to the housekeeper at her house.
The occupants of the house only exist at this time. The Mama with some of her assistants had a busy schedule out there about the order of the cakes.
Talk about the occupants of the house and its aftermath, for example; Ghani with Ibram, Mama with his assistants, and Mira with his three friends, then all those people have known that he is pregnant.
Shelia doesn't care what people say. He is the one who does good and bad. Rice has become porridge, so Shelia is ready with all the consequences that she must live and face. Including the vulgarity and spiciness of human-human speech on the face of the earth.
In addition to facing the wind-like insignia, his life is now not calm with the presence of the former in his life. Who else if not Bryan?
Since in Bali two weeks ago, Shelia has been able to guess the story of her next life. Namely, Bryan's pursuit.
To be honest, Shelia now really hates that guy. Regarding the bad past between the two, then it would definitely be the main reason why he hated it. Maybe initially the level of hatred is not how much, because it ended peacefully and they became ordinary friends. Even more than that, aka friends with benefits.
However, from the day he began to accept that he had conceived the child of the former, the hatred was rampant in his heart.
Including when in Bali fourteen days ago when inevitably he had to face the man who had not been met for several months. Bryan is the ex and father of the child in his womb.
Although there were no ten minutes in Bali he met Bryan, but since that day Bryan has not stopped sending him chat messages that are very much. Because of course, if his ex made a phone call, then he would not be willing to pick him up.
Shelia was fed up with Bryan's chatter, but somehow she had no desire to block the man's number.
Some kind of feeling and thought that Bryan still deserves to know the news of his son, even though Shelia herself does not like that fact. Think Bryan is the ordeal he is facing right now.
"Geez where the hell is Bi Nani?" with a heavy heart and while mengedumel, he got up from the sofa to walk towards the door. "I think I hired Athar's bodyguard here. Let someone open the door if people leave. I don't know if it's mager."
Even so, with a snack in her hand, Shelia opened the door.
"Huh?" he was surprised by the person standing in front of him.
"Hi!"
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"Where's your invitation?" Pram dizzy because he did not find Athar's car which usually has been waiting for Mira. Or, another car that used to pick up Mira when Athar could not pick her up.
"Juragan again in Jakarta."
Abay clucking. "Pity ... return home same driver continues. Long-long lo cinlok same Mr Driver?"
Mira mentoyor Abay's head.
"Damn, songong! I'm older than you, Miranda."
"Yes, by the way, sekate-kate. I'm still the new bride of kelles."
"Two months over the newlyweds?"
"I just had a reception."
"Semerdeka lo, Mimir. By the way Juragan why the hell to Jakarta mulu? Nengokin's young wife huh?"
Again, Mira mentoyor Abay's head again. But this time Abay just dodged.
"Absolutely speaking. I need to give detergent to my mouth, let it be clean and fragrant."
Abay chuckles. "I am serious. What is Bang Athar in Jakarta? Don't you want to open house tomorrow? Lebaran times ah open house,"
"Trus lo why don't you come?"
"Who did I say I didn't want to come? Yeah, you want to. But you know for yourself that my master forbid me to skip."
"It's not just the boss, all members of the lo family also forbid lo truant long ago, kelles," said Pram.
"Well .. that."
"His love" Abay said. "Lo sleep hug same bolster dong?"
"Ntar night the Jagan came home."
"That's it."
"Trus now you want to go up what? My screwdriver is kuy!" bring Pram.
"Gue has gone to grab."
"Where's the car, Mom? Sold?" ask Abay.
"Gue doesn't want to be picked up anymore. I'll ride the grab the same."
"You want my bells that time?" Abay offered Mira.
"Religion. You like to stop by the gas station anyway."
"Why indeed?" pram asked confusedly.
"She's, Pram," said Mira, pointing to Abay. "Boncengin the hell boncengin, eh .. always stop at the gas station tau no?! I'm being yanked by him for his thirsty bike deal."
Pram laughs.
"Yes, your life is now guaranteed as a permanent donor, Miranda. So, you must be diligent with me."
"The common people, the missquen," said Pram flatly.
"Bodo is very ah. Come on, Dong Mimir is beautiful, so my donor is. I need a happy Human Resource to launch my content."
"Lo who gets paid, why am I a donor?"
"Not a donor, Mir, but participation. Solidarity,"
"Close the chanel lo."
Mira steps away from her friends, and heads for the online taxi she booked, and has reached a short distance from her.
"Well, ouch the Mimir mah,"
He ignored Abay's call, which still persuaded him, and he had now entered the car. A minute passed but the driver did not move. Mira, who had been in the car since she was busy checking her smart screen, looked up.
"Let's go!"
The driver instead of walking but instead turned to him which made Mira look in disbelief.
"Hi!"
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