Don't Call My Name

Don't Call My Name
Tips to Satisfy the Husband


“Udah want to marry, really, still working, Mom?” belle asked when she found Zara had just arrived on the third floor. The woman then sat in the employee room in front of her own office space.


There are several rows of employee desks that hold the control of Zara.co account as well as those who take care of the company's cashflow. Unfortunately, things are still quiet. Because Zara came too early. While the entrance hour is eight to ten at night. Divided into two sihft.


“Abis want to do, all want to take care of Mami. Yes I have stayed foot barges,” reply Zara after putting her bag on the table.


“Lah, he said yesterday just entered the hospital?” Belle pulls the chair in front of Zara to talk to her. Zara is very close to all her employees, so they are not too reluctant to sit down or just talk to her boss.


“Then about this he immediately healthy walafiat. The pain is not a lie. Come to think of it as strange too,” said Zara astonished. Is it true, all mothers are as sweet as it is to get sick if their children are not married at such a late age?


“Did breakfast not yet, Mom? I made you guys, here. Belle's mump again good.”


“Not yet,” replied Zara, “not full I mean.”


“Pantes is saggy, hehe,” Belle tidied Zara's somewhat folded body parts. “Eh, but bagusan gini, ding. Men do not like girls who are too flat. Confused later want to hold which one,” selorohnya.


“Astaghfirullahaladzim,” Zara chuckles after, “what is it that you want to hold?”


“This mom is plain, or pretend not to know, anyway?” ask Belle inexhaustible, “kan, Mom has been married.”


“But, right ...”


“Yes, understand,” interrupted Belle understand because Zara is not good at how to express. While telling the truth is also the same as indulging his disgrace, and it should not be.


However, Belle knows where Zara is going. Given the track record of ex-husband and ex-manager superiors are, half-baked men. So it is not a mere thumb sucking news, because Zara has confirmed it herself.


Because want to be covered as much as anything, gradually all will know also in the end. But what must be underlined, one does not need to roar if indeed God is very good to close his disgrace.


“You know, I have many tips on how to satisfy my husband in bed?”


Zara suddenly put one finger right on the lips, “Sstt.. don't be hard later there will be a dread.” Looking in all directions to make sure, Zara said again, “My husband's candidate has been married. Even if I'm a new kid, I don't want to lose the same one whose flight hours are higher. You know me a little..”.


“Many gapapa,” said Belle did not mind at all. The woman who has married is also grinning, “Si Mother is gesrek also hihi.”


Plans would have made breakfast void because Zara pulled him into the office. They both sit. Zara is ready to listen to the tips that Belle will explain.


“Where to start, yes?” Belle was confused. But then, he began to explain what he knew according to his own experience, “Ehmm, gini .. akndjsiekdndpepprmwmwmdbdnx.”


Just a few words away, Zara was already giggling amusedly. He was very embarrassed to discuss such a matter. But what else to do? She needs. It's better than having to come to a sexologist. Surely he will be more embarrassed if this news is heard to the ears of the public, not to mention.


And at the end of the word, Belle advised him to start collecting the ill-gotten clothes.


“Where did you buy?”


“La S*nza.”


“We'll be there later if we open.”


“Bby... can..” Belle nodded her head meaningfully.


♡♡♡


“It looks like everything is fitting, yes, Brother. There is no need for reductions or additions,”, said the Designer of the clothing. He also helped to release it back.


“Thank you, Miss Ivenna. Your work is indeed no doubt,” reply Cici is no less friendly.


“Sama-sama Brother, Cici. On the contrary, I also thank you, for entrusting us as the designer of your wedding dress. Hopefully this dress can add confidence Kak Cici and prospective husband. I also pray that your marriage will be smooth and can be a happy family. Lasting until the end of life.”


Cici and Fasad nodded and guaranteed. But maybe because of bored waiting for the women to talk at length, Fasad please resign yourself to wait in the place provided.


“Oh, do you want to sit?” cici made sure.


“Iya there,” point Facade at the place in question.


“Okay, I'm about to finish, kok.”


The facade nodded, then passed leaving the two of them. And to reduce his boredom, Fasad took out a cell phone to simply look at social media. Yeah, like that it's better than daydreaming about something obscure.


His fingers were busy scrolling the screen. See one interesting post after another. Not infrequently, the man will also laugh if he finds a funny and entertaining post.


But now his finger had to stop at one point. His eyes were firm as he watched a video showing two men and women in a huge room. The two people he knew were Zara and Rayyan.


The two are in discussions with someone who is thought to be the host of the event. While demonstrating movements such as wedding rehearsal or dress rehearsal. 


The post was sent by one of the gossip accounts with this caption:


The one from yesterday asked to fall. Uh, actually got cyduk ama capturan hengpon jadul Minceu.


Btw thanks, yes. Because I want to work together to leak this happy news. Hopefully the same with his second marriage, Z Ma'am.


Another one forgets. Hopefully there is no curse of the former at the wedding later yes, aamiin.


Jaw Facade hardened. His blood flow was heating up, one hand clenched tightly, so he could not bear to curse rough, “Baj*ngan!”


“Fasad, why are you talking so rude?”


A question made him look. Cici approached and sat down next to her, “Who do you call that?” he asked again, so Fasad handed him his phone. It means showing the image you just saw.


“Can-can news of this size, you don't know?!” its spray.


Cici first saw the post, before she finally understood, that it turns out, Zara is also both going to get married like them.


Moments later, Cici spoke calmly, as she thought ..this is just a trivial matter, “What is the importance of me having to find out about him again. You told me to stop knowing anything about him. I have no business anyway. We will also get married. Supposedly, we just focus here, Fa.”


But something seemed to be wrong with his words because after he stopped talking, Fasad looked even more irritated.


Seriate.


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