Marrying the Old Virgin
Jealousy Can, Do not

Reno stepped up confidently and a smile was imprinted on her face. Accompanied by his family's lawyer, he finally came out of iron bars for retracting a report from Nara's side. 

Nara, I know you won't have the heart to let me accept the punishment, Inner Reno. 

"Your father is waiting, come," the lawyer asked Reno. 

The car took them to Abimana's residence. Reno awaits her father's arrival in the living room. Not long after, the roar of the vehicle engine and footsteps were getting closer. Reno, who sat back to the entrance, knew that her father had come.

The father with a flat face stood before Reno, making the man slowly stand up.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Reno got two slaps on her face. He still turned his face away as his father's hand managed to land on his cheek and left his ears buzzing.

“What is the content of your head, huh,” cried Abimana to his son. “A rancid boy, don't know who you're dealing with? The woman was Kevin Daud's son-in-law, the sister-in-law of Elang Sanjaya. They must have planned something because it is easy to pull back your crime report. Foolish, are there no more women in this world until the wife of the man you brought ran away,” hardik Abimana.

Reno could only shut up. What her father said was right, she was not careful and thought about who Nara and Reka were. In this world the office and power are very influential. His father must have been worried if the rulers in the business world were to affect his business as well.

“I should have sent you to Timbuktu or to Antarctica to die while you were there,”.

Reno clucked at the words of Abimana. “Still dare you cluck in front of me. Do you know, the Sanjaya family's terms for withdrawing the report and releasing you?”

Reno shook her head. “Bakan” Abimana tells her lawyer. Reno could only swallow her saliva hearing the requirements conveyed by Nara's side. Even Reno signed it. In the next six months, she must get married and not disturb Nara in any form. Including avoiding Nara if at any time they have to meet. There were still some other requirement points, but the first two conditions, made Reno feel very objected.

I have to get married, with whom? Obviously I still like Nara, Inner Reno.

“You've heard what their terms are? My business is at stake here, you mess around then be prepared to live poor.” Abimana left Reno still riveted.

One of the housekeepers approached Reno. “Den Reno, room is ready. Let me inter.” Reno followed the housekeeper to her room. “If you need anything just call me. My name is Bejo.” Opening the door allowed Reno to enter.

“Hmm.”

Reno lay on her bed. Look at the ceiling of the room with a bright mind. Nara, is there no place in your heart anymore? Until you asked me to marry another woman, Inner Reno.

“Aaahhhh,” shouted Reno. Not long he was asleep, it turns out his bed really melenakan body that lately only sleeps on a mat.

While on campus. Reka had just met her tutoring lecturer, although much had to be revised but the pace towards graduation was getting closer. Currently, Reka is reading information on the mading related to the detailed announcement that has been released on the campus Web.

“About we can graduate together?” tanya Yasa who was standing behind Reka.

“Depends on your efforts, bro,” sahut Dewa.

“Whisper you guys, quickly finish the thesis if you want graduation photos with me.” The plan leaves Yasa and the Gods.

“Alah. He is very nice to help Bu Nara, tomorrow also settled,” Yasa taunted while walking beside Reka. “Only, he did not intervene. Just read it, comment but not confirmed. Just ask when the guidance, when it is finished,” complained Reka.

The three men are now in the campus cafeteria. The design is not yet breakfast, ordering breakfast menu as well as lunch as well as Yasa and Dewa. The designer was smoking his cigarette, while occasionally getting uprooted due to a joke uttered by Yasa. “They,” call someone.

The three men's attention turned to the origin of the voice. “Hmm, what caterpillar caterpillar keket,” Dewa said.

The designer again enjoyed his cigarette suction, ignoring a girl who called out to him even as the girl approached Reka. “They, your contact is now inactive. Change number?” ask the girl. The design threw the profit of cigarettes on the available ashtray, then turned to look at the girl who acted as if she had closeness to the design.

“I contacted you many times but not active. Try to mention your number, did I mis-save ya.” The girl opened her phone.

“I don't ever give a mobile number to just anyone. Especially those I don't know,” said Reka.

“Sakitt,” ledek Yasa. The gods only chuckle.

“You are that. We know each other, I often greet you when passing my class,” said the girl. God and Yasa could not bear to be broken. “Gue count of victims of land crocodile taunya obsession momentary,” ledek Dewa.

“Free, although I give you my number. Definitely will not connect,” said Reka.

“Why is that?”

“Because his phone is being held back by my beloved wife.” The girl rushed to sit on a chair not far from Reka. “You're married?”

Design nodded. “Seriously? It must not be for love.” The designer looked at the girl with a dislike face. “The woman was pregnant first yes,” said the girl softly but could be heard by them.

“Nara is pregnant. But she got pregnant after the wedding, I never touched her before marriage,”.

“I'm not sure you guys will last.”

“You are lasting or not, it's none of your business.” Looking back, Nara was there. Yasa and the Gods just cleared their throat neutralizing the situation. “Bu Nara,” greet the girl.

“I have to go somewhere. Where's my car key?” ask Nara.

Design stand, “Where are you?”

“Survey location,” answered Nara briefly.

“I accompany,” sahut Reka. “No need, you are busy. There are your new fans, pity if taken.”

Reka clucked, “Bayarin my food and take care of this boy,” Decree to his two friends.

“They, where to go. I'm not done talking.”

The plan had already walked first leaving the canteen area. Nara followed while asking for the key and mocked for Reka to come back to the girl. “Log in,” said Reka then walked around after Nara had been sitting sweetly in the seat beside the steering wheel. The design even paired the seatbelt because of the silent Nara with a pouting face.

Taking the opportunity when having to lean her body pulling the seatbelt, Reka landed her lips on Nara's cheek. “Still ramming me already*you are here,” threatened Reka.

Nara looked back and looked forward. “Quick the road, it's noon.”

“Jealous can, lash don't. Nambek you make me passionate.”

“Basic pervert.”

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Naughty design yes, pinch nihhh.