C&N
Eps 4's
Naoki followed the pink matic motorcycle into the gate of his house, then naoki drove his car away from the money family home.
"I just made sure he got home safely, nothing more. Just keep it like a sister," naoki monologues to himself.
"Mama, c's home!" screams loudly.
No answer, Cleo stepped into the kitchen to fetch her favorite cold water.
"Mr Ning, where's Mama?" cleo asked the housekeeper who was arranging groceries in the kitchen.
"The lady is in the room, Non," replied nining.
Cleo mangosteen, he opened the refrigerator and took one bottle of cold mineral water. After downing the contents, he threw the bottle into the trash and left the kitchen.
Cleo climbed the stairs to the main room of the house. Cleo steps stopped in front of a large brown wooden door.
He knocked it a few times.
"Ma, let's go. He said he'd go to the store?" cleo asked half-screaming.
"Yes a minute" said Arie from inside the room.
Cleo leaned her body against the wall, pulled her phone out of her bag to read some of the chapters of the novel she had missed. The short answer from the mother meant ten to fifteen minutes, enough to read three chapters.
Cleo was so good at reading that she did not listen to the sound of the door opening.
"C, come on." Arie pats his daughter's shoulder softly, cleo terjang. His phone almost fell off.
"Mama's shocks me."
"You're reading too seriously, what's the story?" ask arie kepo.
"Hem ..baru kok mah, the story of another girl nyamar so that guy. Trus the guy fell in love so bucin kayak papa," said cleo while giggling.
"Seru kayaknya, later for his link to mama ya." cleo nodded, he then followed the steps of arie who had preceded him.
Hoby reading cleo seems to decline from her mother, Arie is very fond of reading novels sometimes to make her husband feel jealous because it is ignored.
The two went to the boutique in between by their family's favorite driver, pak saipul aka ipul. After a long journey they finally arrived at the boutique subscription arie, it is not a well-known brand but the clothes they make are no less beautiful than famous brands. What is important for arie is comfort and friendliness in the bag.
Even though she was a big lady of money. However, his humble and simple attitude is still in his care and he also teaches the same to his daughter.
Cleo is very declining arie nature he prefers regular school but still the best, using a motorbike rather than having to fancy using a car like his other friends.
After the car is perfectly parked arie down then cleo follows her.
"Welcome Mrs Wang," greeted the boutique owner as Arie entered her shop.
"Hais you, it's been said that it doesn't have to be, it still is," ketus arie.
"Lha is your real lady wang," kilah mila continued to tease. Arie rolled his eyes puffed.
Mila very welcome Arie as a VIP customer at her boutique. Although the boutique owned by Mila is only a small boutique, but he always put the quality in the manufacture of each shirt.
"My clothes are?" ask arie.
"Mrs sit down first, I get her dress" said Mila, inviting her two special guests.
Arie was sitting on the sofa available there, the boutique was not too big. Looks very comfortable and neat, the architecture of the building that carries the concept of ancient Java makes the boutique feel warm.
Before long mila came with her assistants they each carried one black colored dress that looked so elegant.
"It's for Madam boss and it's for cleo" she said, handing over the two dresses.
"Such beautiful, simple but elegant. I like it, not too flashy either. I like it" said Arie with a sparkling face looking at the long dress with one arm that she received.
"How areyou? like?" arie asked her daughter.
"Like Ma," replied the excited cleo. The dress with transparent sleeves was very attractive in cleo eyes.
"Why black Ma?"
"The dress code is black and white" Arie replies to the child. Cleo's small mouth is only o ria.
After getting their dresses the two women of different ages went home, cleo was more like sister arie. The young mother never forgot to go for treatment with siska understand only, their husband is a respected person and still looks young at his age. In order for the keket uler not close-by they have to keep his charm, even though their husband is love dead but smart wife still have to anticipate.
"Mom sure papa gave me permission to wear that shirt?" cleo asked on the way home.
"Why really? the dress is safe if according to mom," replied arie gamang.
"So the bottom, the top open."
"Hem, that's right. But mom loves this dress, how dong?"
"Why ask cleo, mama is the handler" Cleo replied casually.
Arie mangosteen understands. The car runs quite fast splitting the hustle of Surabaya city. The car finally reached the big house of the money family. Arie and the princess just came down, Arie smiled to see her husband's car parked in the garage.
Arie ran in small. Cleo could only shake her head at the mother's behavior.
Arie immediately climbed the stairs to his love contest. He was sure the king was waiting for him in there.
Arie turned the door knob and then pushed it slowly. With a sneak he entered, his intention wanted to surprise Alex. Arie frowned, the room was quiet there was no one there, he did not realize if the husband was standing behind him.
Grep.
Two burly hands that were still clad in grey suits hugged him from behind.
"Miss me?" the heavy voice belonged to her husband.
"Em .. little."
Alex snorted in annoyance, but he was not angry. The middle-aged man placed his forehead on Arie's shoulder.