Falling In Love (The Series)
Chapters 192. A tread of an ikhtiar
Chapters 192. A tread of an ikhtiar
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Yudhasoka
He again tried to rebuke a little strange taste in his heart but in vain. The shadow of the woman's face even more stifling her brain. Even at this early hour.
" Ngguya-Ngguyu dewe koyok wong crazy!( Smile yourself like a madman!)"
Mr. Agus who was sitting straight, at breakfast with his son really could not help but chat, while Yudha ate while mesam-mesem.
How strange. Because it's not commonplace. He knows very well if his son is usually not as expressive as that.
" Return your salary? Or take the office again?" Mamak with his booming voice also chimed in.
Making his daydream instantly crumpled and ambyar. Blurred because it was solved by the terrible sound of mamak.
Hadeh! Women seem to be the same everywhere, right? At the end of it, surely if not make crazy because of his own laughter, yes so moody as the Sakti.
" Want to marry Mak!" Sahut Yudha.
TRUEENG!!!
The sound of Sutil featuring a charred face on the edge makes Pak Agus, Arju and himself jerked. Jesus Mak!
" Are there candidates for you?" Ask mommy with sparkling eyes.
Mamak looked very happy as he said the original sentence. Totally beyond belief.
Pak Agus grunted to see the expectant face of his wife. Fuck up!
" Bang Yudha's girlfriend who came here brought the box, didn't Mak?" Ask Arju who tumben want to join the flow of old human chatter there.
" Nhaiwur!!" Sergeh Yudha fast. His sister was secretly watching. This can't be allowed.
"But Abang brought him here, didn't he?"
Arju is increasingly revealing what he saw some time ago. Making Mamak now look at him full of search.
Yudha grimaced, "Aman, Yudha is handsome. Many have a crush it's natural!"
"Arju Brother wait in the car huh!"
In the car, in the car,
" Why say cake so to mamak?" Yudha asked annoyedly to her slong-mouthed sister.
" Sister never tackles on time...!"
" gfst!" Yudha immediately squeezed the lips of her sister's lemes , using her left hand as she was busy driving. Oh my God, this vulgar is what his sister saw?
Yudha rarely carries a motorbike at this time. After all, it is better to avoid the Hesti who sometimes still send strange messages. If using a car, he can still hide from the pursuit of the woman.
" Remember, this is our secret. And if it's a secret, does that mean?"
" Can't tell people!" Sahut Arju steady.
" Good, later if you payday, we go for a walk. Okay!"
Really sneaky.
The man even took advantage of the innocence of that subdued generation to cover up his decay. But apart from that, Yudha now actually feels kapok to just dip.
Given the potential for cunning as was the case with Nesti, it could have happened again if he was reckless.
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Rarasiati
He deliberately woke up early so that his business quickly settled. Not sleeping well at all because his mind there are so many rights that have been queued to do.
" She please leave a phone number to call if you leave the hospital!"
It needs to be done Rara, because his father he pasirkan briefly to the nurse while he takes care of the money to the bank owned by his sister Ko Bian.
From the hospital, he rode his motorbike with mixed hearts. Starting from fretting about the fate of his work because he has permission repeatedly, about how he after this must seek the recovery of the Father, until the next few months he must think about paying the deposit.
Huh! It's really complex, isn't it?
The storm of life hit him without pity. Really, he wanted to pull over for a minute. But the sun seemed to be chasing him non-stop. Suing himself and not being able to just fight back.
Blinded her eyes of all beauty. Challenge yourself, to insist even more. The huft!
" Oh from Ko Bian? If so, just go straight into the room at the end, the head of Credits room. Just wait there, just like him!"
Said a young woman who was in a fit uniform and looked friendly, although confused because she did not get any information related to the special borrower.
He walked while reading one by one the writing on the black glass wall. There are many divisions there. Rara was still diligently walking, and in the end she reached a room where the door was slightly open.
He faintly listened to the inflamed, snapping and cursing sounds of a man who was inside the room.
He went back to reading the white paper to make sure he was in the right room. Although that voice was heard, it clearly made her guts at this moment shrill.
Obviously the man's anger was like gushing for him. But....
" Who's there?" He flinched as the man inside made his voice again. This time it was softer.
Obviously the question was directed at him.
He gulped his saliva first, before he was about to enter the room. Gathering his suddenly shrunken courage when he heard an angry voice from within.
Slowly but surely, he pushed the door from the dark glass.
DEG
Rara was surprised to see the man in the room. Staring at him was no less surprised by the position still holding a mobile phone.
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Who have not read the story of Abhimanyu et al, can stop by, brother. It's over too.
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