If You're a Mate, How else?
About Mr. Grandparent
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"Mas... If we were both invited to the podcast, would you come?"
Mas Bojo who was engrossed in chewing for a moment fell silent then looked at me.
"The podcast?" beonyas.
I'm nodding. I told you, right, if my wedding with Mas Tian was revealed because my colleagues had many mentions at my wedding reception at that time? And almost a month, there's still a lot of news about me. Maybe the gossip hunters are still curious, why I married suddenly — version of them, because before I was still calm without gossip.
Not a few who pry info about Mas Bojo. Who is Sebastian Budi Oetomo? Besides being known as the founder of Oke.com which is handsome kebangetan. My version of yes, as his wife. Not just handsome, but he... Mm... Mighty. Hiya hiya... Duh, super hot is Mas Bojo mah when it comes to bed. In general, the fluffy gene dominates. Make me helpless anyway.
Luckily, my sophisticated husband doesn't have a personal sosmed account except for a fake account to install me first. So the info they get is only a fraction of what they know. But precisely it affects the cheap gossip that increasingly digress, making the heat of the eyes and ears. Not only my ear eyes, but also Mbak Retno as manager also my trash can who was furious because of the actions of my haters.
"Who's up?" the question is calm, sip water to the toilet and then wipe his mouth with a tissue.
"A lot of people are nawarin. On average make their youtube channel," I replied pessimistically. I'm sure he'll refuse my request.
Mas Bojo frowned. "Why do we have to go there?" it was like interrogating his subordinates in the office.
"Yes... Because our news is getting distorted" I complained. "Not about me, but about me..." I can't continue my words. It's too painful until I take a break to kick on. Fortunately before the wedding yesterday, I cleaned up my work first according to the advice of Mbak No. Mbak No emang reliable.
"Gossip again?" guess he immediately moved to pick up his ipad in the room. As quickly as lightning returned to the dining table accompanied me again.
"Please finish the plate, Yang. Taro at the sink, let Mas wash, "he said again when I finished eating.
"Why what?" my many. Tumben he was very busy. Did he talk about our gossip?
"Why did you just tell me about this rumor?" his question pointed to one of the rumors.
"Yes. Why did you come to the podcast? You want to talk up, right?" the accusation.
"Well, if you don't want to, don't! I just made an offer!" ketus balaku.
"Hey, how angry?" Mas Tian moved moved to sit next to me.
"I mean, why didn't you say it from the beginning? If the goal is for our good name, Mas also will not refuse if it has to appear as an impromptu narcum (source)," he said to make me glance at Mas Bojo.
"So I want to?" tanyaku.
Mas Bojo nodded, "but.." he glanced at me.
"Why should people be on podcasts? Why not create your own YouTube channel? The results are more profitable."
Hiiihhhh basic brain bisniiiiiisssss... Like the Babas like Mbak No, the brain contents are only muan, canan, and cuuaann...
...Mas Babas Sama Mbak No klopp... ...
...Cuan wahiidd... ...
...Does anyone agree? ...
...Yuukkk read the full version of syenel yucupku: the story of ambu...
...Turn on the loncheng let dapet notif. Mamaciiww... ...