It turns out my soul mate
Episode 73

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The short needle in the wall is already in the number 5 while the long needle is in the number 3, Bian has been pacing in his room, no matter how many times. Back he entered the room Citra in front of the room Aldi.

"Cit, Mr Aldi and Miss Riska have not come out yet? It's 5 o'clock past 15 minutes." Bian asked with a hint of annoyance.

Imagery bemoaning. "Not Mr. Bian. Many times work." Busy with work that drains energy. Impregnating image.

"Bush .. Okay, let's." Okay."

"Not managing the job, ngerjain Riska, yes." Bian grumbled as he stepped into the door of Aldi's room.

Gts .. Gts ...

Gts .. Gts ..

Enough's enough!

There is no lawfulness.

"Let's go, want to sleep in the office. Want nostalgia in the time of coercion, maybe." Bian gave up, he chose to go home. Whether the boss comes home or not!

Bian just went home, he was having dinner with his future wife, Selly.

Riska began to blink opening her eyes, changing her position to sit leaning on the headboard. Next to him was Aldi who was still sound in his sleep. Riska take the phone on the table, to see the clock on the screen.

Instantly his eyes glared. "Back up, Mas .." Seru Riska while shaking Aldi's shoulder.

"Mas uh, wake up. It's 7 o'clock tonight." Hearing Riska's words, Aldi immediately opened his eyes.

Soon he took the same position as his wife, Aldi leaned on the headboard while rubbing his eyes.

Aldi stared mischievously at Riska's exposed face and chest. Riska is not aware if the blanket covering her upper body, sagging when waking Aldi.

"Why?" Tanya Riska was astonished and scared by Aldi's gaze.

"Geez, Yang, say dong if you want to go. Don't use any code." Aldi blinked his eyes flirtatious.

"Mommy mean?" Riska is starting to stumble.

"It need not be explained in words, just put into practice."

Aldi again pounced on Riska, regardless if they had not had dinner together, and what time it was.

While in a fancy restaurant, it looks like 1 couple entered with their hands looking at each other.

"Welcome .."

"Bak, table in the name of Bian Nugraha." Bian said to the waiters who welcomed.

"Let's sir, ma'am, I'll take you."

Both of them followed the steps of the waiters.  Arrive at the outside of the restaurant. Yes, Bian deliberately chose his romantic dinner in the outdoor.

"Please Sir, Ma'am. Enjoy it." Say waiters after arriving at Bian's reservation table.

"Thank you." Bian Sahut.

"Please sit down." Said Bian after pulling the bench for Selly.

"Thank you." Reply Selly after sitting down.

"Together." Bian sat down opposite Selly.

"Like the place?" Ask Bian.

"It's so nice." Selly nodded.

Selly has been fascinated by the decor of this restaurant. If indoor they use the concept of a castle with brick walls, another with outdoor parts. The concept is like an open dialam with synthetic grass and trees wrapped in decorative lights, as well as tables and wooden benches and chandeliers.

Bian and starting their romantic dinner, Bian deliberately ordered the food first.

"Sel, I talked to my mom about the seriousness of my applying for you. Mama agreed, because she really wanted me to get married." Bian said after dinner.

"Are you serious? You're not bothered by Sesil's case?" Selly replied while squeezing a finger.

"No. You have nothing to do with him. You're different. I'm sure you can be a wife and mother who can guide our children later. You want me to apply for two more months?" Bian asked with a full plea.

If both are overwhelmed with happiness, the other thing with Clara being frightened in the apartment that Revan lent. Because after steadily wanting to part with her husband, she moved to the apartment. And now her husband is telling his men to look for Clara's whereabouts, after a rampage over getting a divorce warrant.

But Clara always remembers Rafka's words; do not be afraid I will protect you and your child. It's not that Clara wants to depend on Rafka, it's just that her current position she desperately needs support and protection.

Drht .. Drht ..

Clara's phone vibrated on the desk, well she's sitting on the couch facing the lighted tv. But his view is empty.

"Yes, hello." Clara said when she put the phone to her ear.

"Clara, tomorrow's your first hearing, let me pick you up later we'll go together."

"Well Mr. Rafka."

There was a snort of annoyance from across. "How many times have I said, don't call me Sir. I'm not your father Clara, and our age isn't much different." Rafka Protest.

"Then call what dong? Brother or Rafka? How's it?" Clara looked at her son who was sitting cool watching a cartoon ditv with a reasoned carpet.

"As possible" Rafka answered quickly.

"Eh-" Clara spontaneously surprised.

"There's no harm in you calling me that?" Indict Rafka.

"Honestly I'm not comfortable, I just call Rafka?" Pinta Clara's.

"All right." Rafka.

After finishing his conversation with Rafka, Clara returned pensive. Thinking about her fate ahead, she may have to work after officially divorcing.

"I still have a diploma and a little savings, if I get a job maybe I'll also have to find a nanny for Liandro later. There's no way I'm under him working, or having to leave him alone at home. Ah yes, I have to find a contract as well. It doesn't have to be big enough to be comfortable for Liandro, there's no way I'm gonna have to hitchhike in Revan's apartment." Monologue Clara.

"Mrs .."

The typical lisp sound of a child stopping Clara's murmur lays out her future plans.

"What do you want, hm?" Ask Clara while holding Liandro.

"She wants mam." Replied Leandro with his funny behavior to make Clara anxious.

The cup!

"OK let's go .." After giving a kiss on her son's cheek, Clara immediately carried Leandro's body in her cradle.

"Sit sweet well, don't be naughty later fall." Pinta Clara after sitting Leandro at the dinner table.

Leandro just stared innocently with a nod. Clara walked into the kitchen area just next to the dining table.

Clara pulled out the chicken thigh meat. Then concoct the flour for later rolled with chicken. Yes, Leandro is very fond of chicken flour, especially the thigh because often he monotonous cartoon 2 twins.

He heated the oil and then began to scrape, after ripening he drained. While waiting for the oil to be absorbed with a tissue, he scooped a little rice on the plate and put the chicken earlier as well.

"Navadah .. Here's food for Mama's handsome son." Clara then put the plate in front of Leandro.

Proc .. Proc ..

With glee Leandro clapped his hands, as if he had just received a huge gift. Very obvious with his new age will be 3 years.

Clara let her child eat alone, not not want to feed or not be able to take care of the child. It's just that at that age, children the age of Leandro are curious and actively want to do new things he knows.

"Hore .. Mama's son is smart, the food is gone. Yeiy ..."

Clara said appreciating her son who can finish his meal with interspersed play. No doubt the table was clean, now there is a lot of rice and chicken pieces scattered.

"Wash your hands, Yuk." Clara led her son to the sink.

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