
WHIPPING
I was astonished by Kak Zayn's celebration of the steamed layer of Surabaa's origin. Kak Zayn thinks if you want to taste the cake, you have to go to Surabaya directly.
"Can't I have someone in Surabaya's office make the steamed paketin here?" ask Brother Zayn.
I thought he was going to send people to Surabaya for the sake of the cake, it turned out that Kak Zayn's mind was still working. If I have the heart, I would love to work on it, but surely the edges are told even his assistant. I don't do that with the newlyweds.
"Try asking Vivi deh, I see in the trash there is a wrapper, but he did not buy it in Surabaya." I sat on the couch, slipping my feet that felt sore.
"That means you don't have to buy in Surabaya, right?" ask Brother Zayn.
"Anyway I want the existing brand, which is from Surabaya, whatever you want to buy in Surabaya, Bandung, Jakarta, what to Korea is also nothing from the original brand Surabaya," I answered while laying down on the sofa and closing my eyes, as drowsiness suddenly invaded my mind.
"Yes Queen, this is what I told Vivi to do." Brother Zayn's voice is still clear I heard, even though my position is behind him. "Vi, to my room!" kak Zayn's orders seemed to be talking to his secretary over the phone.
Not long after, the door opened. Looks like Vivi came to obey her boss' orders.
"Yes boss, can anyone help?" Vivi's voice filled the special office of the highest leader in the office.
"You know who sells steamed layers from Surabaya?" ask Brother Zayn.
Although sleepy, I was still curious about the conversation of the secretary and her boss.
"Oh, steamed layer Surabaya, I know Mister," replied Vivi.
"You said the driver told you to drive you to buy that steamed layer."
"Yes, sir, oh yes this is the file for the annual bonus submission I have finished checking."
Hearing Vivi's reply I felt relieved, and now I can sleep soundly.
I woke up in a different place. As I remember earlier I was deliberately sleeping on the sofa so I could accompany Kak Zayn to work, but at this time I woke up and was in a special room in Kak Zayn's room.
I got up from the bed and got out of this room. I saw Mr. Zayn was observing the monitor screen in front of him as occasionally his right hand moved agilely playing the mouse connected to the monitor.
On the other table, there was a pile of cardboard that I believe contained a steamed layer. Can be seen clearly from the large writing on the carton.
"Are you awake?" ask Brother Zayn.
Yawning, I walked towards the table full of that pile of steamed layers.
"What is this doing?" ask me to Brother Zayn.
"I forgot to ask you what you want, said Vivi variant taste a lot so I told you to buy each vaian four boxes, said Vivi, there are four of them I don't want them to grab in your stomach" replied Zayn with a cry.
"Indeed I don't chew until they grab" I replied with a sewot.
I opened one by one the cardboard wrapping the cake that only lasted three days.
"Swinks, Honey. We'll take it home later, make your snack at night." Brother Zayn came up to me and sat on the sofa.
"Yes can't, brother, this only lasts three days. I'd let me choose the taste, then the rest just love to the same security guard OB."
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Mbak Dera well, still want OB same security. Don't forget the driver who bought the lapis dikantir. If there is still left, here share to me also 🤣🤣🤣
Good afternoon, don't forget the thumbs. After this we look at Jupiter, eh means Zayyan. Be aware that the thumb is not left kayaking in Chapter 157 😭😭😭