LUTH'S LLAMAR
Misdecorally

"Yes, you're great at making money. And I can't love you more. Do you feel short of it?" luth said with disappointment. "I never asked you to help me make a living. I don't want you to work anything either. Trust me on money. But if you can't trust me about it, you want more income with your cleverness, just do it! I won't ask you to stay here. Mama Amina's house might be right for you!"

Luth then left.

Given that, Lyn never again discussed about finances, what else about his hobby of writing. He even writes in secret. That he did without Luth's knowledge, precisely he wrote when there was no Luth at home.

Lyn actually did not want to continue her writing, because her husband was not happy with the work, but she still had to complete the writing according to the contract. Because he is bound by a contract with an agreed number of words, and it has not reached the target.

Lyn kept writing to complete her contract target, after which she would finish her writing. He knows how the law concerning the wife should obey the husband about things that the husband does not like. If indeed her husband is not free in his activities seeking income, then it will not be done. He did not expect if it turned out that Luth actually had another opinion about his hobby of writing, he thought Luth would be happy, but it was the opposite.

If indeed from the beginning she knew her husband forbade, then she would definitely not accept the offer even though the offer was very tempting. Her obedience to her husband is more important.

And now he was chasing the number of words left. Hopefully soon it will be finished and he will leave the writing even though it is heavy. Even Lyn is confused to tell Luth about the half-billion dollars that are now in his account. How would he say that he already had that kind of money within two months?

Lyn was making milk in the kitchen when the ringing sound of the phone distracted her.

Lyn turned to the source of the voice. Foreign numbers called him.

Doubtful to answer, but Lyn decides to pick it up.

"Good night, Miss Lyn. Did I really talk to Miss Lyn?" a man across.

"really. Who am I talking to?"

"I'm the editor of one of the platforms, would like to invite you to work together, about the posts displayed on Instagram, how about we adapt to our platform based in Singapore. Plans will be adapted into comics, then novels will also be transcribed into English and marketed in Singapore. Of course this is not offered for free, we offer 8000 dollars for this adaptation. This does not include royalties from the viewer after the income passes the value of the purchase figure, how?" the man sounded very friendly.

"With the story already contracted by one of the platforms, this conversation can be connected to the editor of the platform. Please contact the relevant party. I will receive a percentage of the deal's nominal value discussed" Lyn said with a smile.

Lyn pocketed the phone, then closed the bottle pacifier and immediately returned the body to go back to the room. But he was surprised to see Luth standing before him now, the man holding Emran who was closed.

"Emran fell. And you're preoccupied with your platform contract!" After saying the sentence with an annoyed look, but a hostile look, Luth then ran out carrying Emran who did not know how his condition was. The boy brushed.

And what was that? Emran fell?

Lyn's running after Luth.

Seriate