Married a Friend's Husband Because He Was Fuck
92: The Evil Plan of Azelia
In fact, Azelia did everything she could to complete her mission. The woman was desperate to rent a travel car to follow the group Restu who returned to Jakarta. Of course Azelia did it secretly. And of course, the woman also paid for the driver she had hired at a high price so that the man would keep his mouth shut.
After knowing the address of Restu and Arnita in Jakarta, the mission of an Azelia really began. The woman certainly did not remain silent because if that happened, Azelia would have been digging her own grave.
Azelia deliberately worked, applying for a job in the field that had so far catapulted her name. The hijab-wearing woman works in a cake shop and is not too far from Restu's house. Without taking issue with his position of just being a handyman, it was important that he had a steady income for him to survive in the notoriously cruel metropolis. Even more fortunate, Azelia did not have to bother looking for a place to live let alone think about the rent because she already had a place to live in the cake shop, along with several other employees.
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Ten days of holiday in the village makes a line of PR waiting. Both Restu and Arnita were instantly busy. Both of them did the work they had delayed. Restu who returned to take care of the company, also Arnita who began to take care of the boutique. However, they still often take the time to meet at work, with Arnita who deliberately visited Restu with Devano.
Late in the afternoon after one week of their return, Arnita accidentally invited her husband and Devano to stop by Azelia's cake shop to work. Azelia who carries a bucket containing mop needs to see the presence of the three. Azelia who this time was still hijab, immediately ketar-ketir trying to hide. The woman chose to enter again and did not mop the terrace.
“Select which birthday cake to make Mbah?” arnita asked Devano who said he would choose specifically.
Today is the birthday of Mr. Iman. They even deliberately went home quickly to celebrate it simply at home. Devano was very enthusiastic and chose a Tayo-faced cake for his grandfather who had become his best friend.
Restu and Arnita were immediately stunned by the choice of the son. Both of them were compact in looks and slowly broke down a smile.
“Masa tayo? Make Mbah, loh, not for Rayyan,” reprimand Restu who is still often busy with his phone even though it is not working hours.
“But Mbah likes tayo, Pah!” sure Devano is undeniable.
“OK, .. okay.” Arnita who is still mesem deliberately ended the debate between the child and her husband. In fact, the reason for standing between the two while holding the two is also because of this. Because Arnita has been very memorized, the twins of his generation will always be equally no one wants to give up.
Cakes complete with candles and trumpets have been bought, their business there is really settled. It left Azelia who was still busy peeking and slowly came out of hiding. Azelia exited her cake shop while still carrying a bucket of mops. The woman took off the black sedan that was carrying Restu's little family amid the darkness that had replaced dusk.
“Now you are really happy, but later, you will feel the stone!” azelia's oath in her heart. Both of his hands immediately clenched tightly until the bucket and mop stick he was holding trembled.
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Devano's birthday cake choice surprised Mbah.
“That's the one who chose the Big Brother. Tayo!” cibir Restu who still did not agree the father-in-law received a tayo birthday cake. Even more unfairly, Devano forbade him from buying another cake.
“Mbah likes tayo right, well, Mbah?” said Devano who honestly deliberately forced rather than he continued to be cornered by the papah. Fortunately, the Mbah who initially sat on the single sofa of the downstairs living room while watching television, immediately justified even praising his choice.
“Halah! If you are not praised, Brother cry!” sindir Restu is still looking for work with his son. Arnita to give him a pinch of anxiety in the stomach. Then, what they do is equally focused with a small birthday for Mr. Iman. They captured it through Arnita's phone, asking Lukman to capture the moment in the form of photos and videos.
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It is now their first meeting even though Fiola has been one week in Jakarta since the woman's return from a holiday together in the village. A vacation together that makes Fiola get a lot of hardline fans and that's from the residents of Arnita village.
Of course, the reason the two can only meet, the effect of each busyness. Mario waited until he finally met Fiola, backstage.
“I've really taken it all off. I really have not interfered, whatever they want how.” While continuing to convince, the two Mario also did not stop to blink gently. Eyes that do look very tired, besides Mario who has become much thinner.
“Now Where do you live?” fiola continued to sit down and then spent the rest of his mineral water.
“Ya in apartment.” Mario also sits in the front seat of Fiola.
“If brother Mas asked for this it includes Mas apartment how? Now, the house with Mamah Mas and his family has immediately become a material rebbutan.” After saying so, Fiola deliberately said, “Sorry-sorry, well, Mas. You are like this because I have the same emotions as the behavior of the Mas family. It's up to Mas to judge me how, obviously they deserve to be blasphemed.”
Mario nodded. “I'm tired too, Fi. That's why I'm atem.”
“Ya already, Mas diem only. Later if they make a mess, let me go forward! But Mas diemnya not to love again. They are old, too. If you need it, put in the effort, work. The reason I have more money than them is because I want to work!”
“What the fuck, don't want to work really want to live a good life. I'm the sultan who has still slammed bones so that he can earn his own income!”
“Already, you do not need to get angry, later your throat hurts and you can not sing again. After this, still want to gig again, right?” reply Mario still addressed Fiola patiently. It is very different from when they are not close.
Fiola who this time wore a knee-length white dress and stroked his long hair to make his appearance look like an angel, gradually nodded. “Iya. Until twelve o'clock. Another hour!” he said with emotions gradually subsided especially now he suddenly remembered the words of Restu who asked him not to be too hard on Mario fearing Mario even not only fell ill, but also fell ill, but it is also threatened to become ODGJ because everything is busy demanding. Fiola's family all want Mario to change as soon as possible, not to mention that the man also has other activities including a job at a company that is sometimes very inhumane.
“Yes already, I wait. What do you want to eat, no? I saw on your desk no food and only fruit equal water?” reply Mario who then stood up, ready to find food for Fiola.
“Actually I really want to eat something other than the same fruit drink water. Because of the holidays in the village, my weight soared drastically and many costumes that I could not wear. Yes already, there is no other choice but a crazy diet than diomelin tops!” it was clearly Fiola who became moody looking down.
Mario sighed then sat back down. He looked at Fiola with a concerned look as his two hands he clutched in the side pocket of his coat.
“Eating anything is okay, anyway. The origin is natural and do not forget the sport. We will go home directly culinary. The important thing is you don't tell your manager!” whispered Mario and tilted his face to the face of Fiola considering the atmosphere behind the stage their togetherness was fairly noisy.
Fiola agreed. The beautiful woman immediately nodded as a cheerful smile unraveled. Even though he had to go on stage even though he had just rested for a while, Fiola remained cheerful because he was sure, coming home later he would be culinary free all along with a date with Mario.