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A man who was currently in front of Dilla looked surprised at the request of this woman he had just met. Crazy enough, he thinks.

“What Miss drunk?” ask the man who is still showing his chivalry. Despite a very disrespectful request just now.

Dilla shook her head very steadily. I wanted to tell him he wasn't drunk. Even though the gulp of alcohol is quite a lot, but the woman's consciousness can still be controlled. Dila is a strong woman who drinks.

“No, Handsome. I am very aware of what I have said,” asserted Dila.

The woman's hand lifted and stroked the jaw of the man she met on the roadside with the appearance of a man who looked ordinary.

However, what Dila considered from the beginning saw was not from the way she dressed. But the face and posture of the man who was very prefect in the eyes of Dilla. In addition, the man looked like a good man.in a sense unlike the man who Dila had often met so far.

The man looked confused. “You're already very drunk, Miss. Let me get a taxi then.”

The man cursed himself, why also passed by in a place like this, so that he met a woman like the one in front of him now. His speech alone was very slurred, but still berkilah not drunk. Though the aroma of alcohol is so stinging from the direction of the woman.

Meanwhile Dilla blinked her eyes a few, justifying her standing position properly. Then looked seriously at the man in front of him.

“I'm really serious, Sir,” this time Dilla called the man with a polite appellation. Making the man in front of him stop his steps and now look towards Dilla.

The man narrowed his eyes, hesitating a little but unable to let this woman wander by herself. Fear of meeting an unclear man. Moreover, the environment around them now is an environment that is not true. Anything can be considered ordinary.

“We moved places first, Miss. Let's not block people from passing by. Partly here the danger with your clothes like this,” said the man took Dilla to a more decent place to talk.

If Amira finds out, she might get a seven-day, seven-night talk.

‘Bodo is very. The important thing is that I am not asked to marry Papa again later.’ Dilla said in her heart.

While the man was taking Dilla in a coffee vat not far from there after they got a seat, the man took off the jacket he was wearing and gave it to the woman in front of him.

“Better cover your body with this,” he said while giving his jacket to Dilla.

Dilla shook her head. Rejecting what the man has to offer.

“Ngak. I'd rather dress like this. This is not the case, of course,” said Dilla.

The man nodded in wonder. She just met a model woman like this. ‘What is she a call woman?’ the man muttered in his heart. Not daring to ask directly, for fear that his words offended the woman.

“You need money, right?” dilla asked suddenly which was quite a shock to the man before her.

Then Dilla looked at the appearance of the man in front of her. If you look at his appearance, he is like a person who needs money. Although actually he is very handsome and his posture fits Dilla's dream. It is certain that the seedlings will become uggul seeds. That's what Dilla's thinking right now.

“I do need money, but will not do what Miss asks,” replied the man. “If Miss is having a problem, it is better to find the right solution. Don't be like this.” he continued again while reminding Dilla.

Dilla shook her head. “Ngak. This solution is very precise, and you will not understand what problems I am facing. Most important now, get pregnant with me.” Firmly Dilla again with a very serious look.