Leaning Sweet Me
Search for disease

Hi hellow....

Previously the author apologized, yesterday BM did not up yaa, outhor this busy ass, managing catering. W.O, also flower, oiya dress wkwkwkwk.(.Author gaje😂)

Happy new year all, although the prayers every year are always the same, wkwkwk. (May next year be better)

Thanks to you lope-lope author, without you what is this BM and AL.

With Love

Marsanda (Eh salah🤧)

Kaa_Zee

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Then Farrel's outstretched hand gently stroked Metta's cheek.

"Nobody is more important than you...."

Metta wrapped his hands around his waist, then they looked at each other with eyes that spoke to each other.

No one can understand but you,

You always know even if I don't say it

You know me better than anyone, until this very second.

And hope nothing changes tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and so on. I'm yours

I am ashamed, of the leaves that still give us beautiful flowers before falling, of the air that will remain fresh even though many times we give it pollution.

I am ashamed of those of you who still love even though many times I doubt. Metta

I love you like a rainbow loves the rain, I love you more than you know, even I think of you a hundred times a day. I wish one day to see that love in the reflection of your eyes, as I see it today.

It is I who will guarantee your happiness, who will make sure you smile every day. Who will embrace you warmly. Become your prince, who stands at the front of the shield, who holds your hand until the last step. Farrell

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Until the hand was hardened, Metta submerged his head into the chest field owned by Farrel. So did Farrel who tightened his hand on Metta's boat. He drowned himself more.

But there is a question that suddenly occurred in the mind of Farrel, Tasya pregnant who?

While Mac occasionally just looked at them from the reflection of the rearview mirror, then smiled and returned flat when remembering the girl he saw earlier.

BRAKKS

Alan closed the door hard.

"Boss, do you need any help?"

"No need, let me take care of myself!"

"Boss sure, isn't that usually my job,"

"Don't say much,"

"Sorry my boss is presumptuous."

"Go, you're off today," Alan gave some of the money to Mac.

"Go, take your wife and kids on vacation."

"But boss...."

"Just do it, this is an order!!!

Mac's mind drifted, recalling a few months ago, when he left Tasya and his boss at the apartment at the time.

Bosses...

Mac stared at the rearview reflection coinciding Farrel who was staring at him as well. Both think in the same direction.

Shortly after they arrive at Metta's house, Mac comes down and opens the door to Farrel and runs around opening the door to Metta, but is held back by Farrel's call.

"Let me just Mac...." Mac nodded and then retreated.

Letting Farrel open the car door, "Ribet really knows not to wait to be opened,"

Farrel chuckled, "It's okay, brother should be used to it...."

"Hemm.." he muttered.

They went inside the house, said hello and then went inside because the middle door was open.

Tumben Mom opens the door.

"Home home?" exclaims mother Ayu who just came out of the kitchen.

"Lho Mommy is here?" ask Farrel.

While Metta looks ordinary, walking closer to the mother of Ayu, "Nothing dear, it is not allowed. It can be really bun."

"She likes to be weird!" mrs Ayu.

Farrel approached him, "It's not so, how come it's suddenly here?"

"Mother's lonely at home, your father goes to the office. But mother now will no longer be lonely, if the mother alone again at home. Mommy will just come here," explained the mother by stroking the arm of Metta.

"Yes jeng... We can chat while cooking, yes even if this is the way it is." said Sri who came out of the kitchen with the results of cooking together.

"Good, so you're not lonely and keep asking me or Alan to go home...." Farrel chuckled and immediately got a pinch on his waist.

"Can't be the same mother," hardik Metta.

"Where's everything going, right?" ask Bunda Ayu while pulling the dining table chair.

"Mother would have known, too, right? Your friends must also give a report, or mother who continues to ask them...Aye right?" Farrel said, sitting next to his mother.

"Ishh...bad boy! It's not okay if you ask directly," pinched Farrel's cheek.

While Metta shook her head at the closeness of the mother and child.

"If I go first, there's something I have to take care of." Said Farrel who got back up from his seat.

"Where are you going?" Metta asked while she was in her house.

"I need to see Alan, there's something I need to take care of with him,"

Metta nodded, "Be careful...."

"Thank you dear." Peeping Metta's forehead.

"We're going to Alan's apartment." Mac nodded and opened the car door for her.

They drove to Alan's apartment, Mac drove his car at high speed. And the freeway streets also make it easier. They soon arrive at Alan's apartment.

Farrel walked hurriedly while Mac faithfully behind him, pressing the elevator button for him.

"Mac did you think about what I was thinking?" Mac nodded.

"Is that possible?"

"It could be, judging from his appearance earlier." Farrel.

"You think they did?"

"It could be Mas,"

Farrell now lowered his head, Impossible but I saw him also then, but,

Ting

The elevator opens, they get in, the elevator takes them up. No one talks between them anymore, busy with their own thoughts. Think right or not.

Shi iitt.., this is so annoying!

Ting

The elevator opened, Farrel increasingly walked in hasty steps, wanting to immediately meet Alan and ask him directly.

Without thinking long, Farrel pressed the password number when he reached the door of his plate and rushed in.

Farrel climbed the stairs and walked towards Alan's room, while Mac waited for him below.

"Al.." he cried when he saw Alan sitting on the edge of the bed cleaning something.

"God...You're crazy!" seloroh Farrel when he saw Alan cleaning the weapon.

What guns.... Firearm!!

"Are you crazy Alan Alfiansyah?" farrel Sent.

Alan was no less surprised, but he quickly controlled himself,

"You're a habit, coming up all of a sudden like this!"

Alan got up and put the gun in his closet.

"Are you crazy Alan Alfiansyah?" Farrel repeated his words but with a louder intonation than before.

Alan stood up leaning against the nightstand, "What, you saw it not, so I'm not crazy Farrel Adhinata!"

Farrel sat his body on the edge of the bed, he scooped his hair hard, "You're crazy for keeping a firearm, are you a mobster who needs that gun? Shii.itt...."

You don't know anything EL, and you better not know forever.

Silent

Silent

No one took out a single broken word. Until Mac catches up.

"Mac you know too?" Mac frowned as Farrel looked at him sharply.

"What does that mean?"

Farrel hissed, "You must have known it..., didn't you!?"

Mac looked at Alan and Alan who were shrugging their shoulders.

What did he mean, he asked indistinctly.

"Is my answer Mac?" Farrel intonation is getting higher.

"You know this Alan keeps a firearm?"

Mac flinched then looked back at Alan who only had a flat face as usual.

"Jawab, don't just shut up!"

Damn, if I answer honestly, Alan must be angry. But if I don't answer that too Farrel will be angry. Oh my god ... Fate fate.

"I'm getting married, and today I got 2 gifts."

"Search diseases...."