LAMHA AND MR. EL
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"Sir, you just rest. Already let the mother continue." said Lamha's mother.

"It's okay mom, let Lamha, just rest mom." reject Lamha when her mother wants to take the cake dough in front of her.

"But son, you're pregnant. I don't want you to be exhausted and impact your womb." said Lamha's mother.

"It's okay mom, if you feel tired, Lamha will rest. Lamha believes Lamha's child is strong, Lamha's first child is also strong mother, never fussy during pregnancy" Lamha said.

"And different father, who knows who is now spoiled like his father hehe." said his mother Lamha tried to discuss Mr. El.

"He's not spoiled mom, just stubborn" Lamha said. Ah, considering Mr. El made Lamha long and hurt at the same time. Is it because of the effects of pregnancy that she feels homesick to the man? Lamha tried to shake off her longing feelings. Lamha did not refuse, if she could not forget the sweet attitude of Mr. El to her, how did mister El touch her gently and make her feel flying when she was in bed. All of this was clearly recorded in his head. But as hard as her heart tried to forget all that, it was difficult, but it had to be tried and forced.

"Do you remember your husband, son?" ask Lamha's mother.

"No, why talk about him anyway ma'am. She's not Lamha's husband anymore. It has been ingested." said Lamha.

"He's still your husband, son, Talak doesn't apply to pregnant women" Lamha's mother said. Lamha simply remained silent without answering any more. She is also confused to consider Mr. El as her husband or not, which Lamha clearly believes Mr. El already does not consider her as a wife. Soon a divorce papers came to his house.

"We'll talk about something else" Lamha said.

"Yes, I want to rest first. Inget if tired immediately rest do not maxain." said Lamha's mother.

"Yes ma'am." replied Lamha.

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Early in the morning Lamha had placed her wet cake in her subscription stall. After that he sold around the village by pedaling a bicycle. He stopped near a school with the intention to start and find sustenance, who knows there are those who are interested in his trade, because today is fairly quiet. It's getting late, it's the first break for kids at school. They scatter out looking for favorite snacks. Thank God, Lamha cakes are quite good, there are some that are bought by the children. Lamha remained grateful even though the trade was still left almost half. But when he was about to pedal his bike, there was a black car approaching towards him and a plontos-headed driver came out of the car.

"Mom, is the cake still there?" ask the man.

"Still mas. Here's donuts, sweet lady, goosebumps, and chicken risolles.Where are you going to buy them?" ask Lamha.

"Everything is ma'am, I buy" said the man.

"Everything?" ask Lamha bengong.

"Thank you very much sir has been selling, hopefully it feels suitable and not disappointing" said Lamha.

"Yes ma'am together" said the man, then he returned to the car. From behind the car in her there is a handsome man smiling looking at Lamha from behind the black glass of the car.

'Oh. beautiful you dear.' her inner.

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Meanwhile, Mr. El is still busy choosing his suit and clothes to wear, today he intends to meet Lamha in the village and must look as cool as possible so that Lamha is impressed.

"Rone! choose the right one, which one? which one should I wear?!" ask Mr. El emotion.

"I don't know, sir, I've chosen it since then, but you've always rejected my choice" said Ron's assistant.

"Because the clothes you choose are ugly Ron! your fashion sense is so low!" said Mr. El. Ron cursed annoyed, he told him to choose, but he also insulted his choice. Ron was increasingly made dizzy when the entire contents of the closet had been removed and allowed to accumulate in Mr. El's chair. You little scales! old age alone is old, the mind is still like a teenager who wants to meet his girlfriend!

"Master, as cheap as any outfit if you are wearing it will definitely look expensive and elegant. Because of the charisma and prestige of a Libra Graham, nothing can be beaten." said Ron. Oath by the clack to baby warts, Ron was disgusted to say all that, he was really forced to praise the bad guy because if not, he was not, until the dragon Ball comes down to earth, even El will not stop choosing clothes.

"You're right Ron! this time your brain is watered. It is not in vain that I pay you high. Yes, the charm of a Libra Graham is nothing that rivals and rivals." said Mr. El proudly. Ron's assistant felt like throwing up right now, but he was still in custody.

"Yes sir" replied Ron's assistant with a flat face.

"So good which one is Ron? silver suit or navy one?" ask Mr. El.

"Silver only sir." suggested Ron's assistant.

"You're right, but it looks like I'm going to wear a jacket" said Mr. El, who immediately put Ron's assistant's nose down.

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Patience Ron, have a boss kayak scales to make darting. Don't forget the stock of headache medicine fruahaha.