Marrying the Young Miss

Marrying the Young Miss
Knitting sweater


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Tok to tok.


"Sorry sir, it's me. I can go straight in!" said Bayu after knocking on the door of his superior workspace.


"That's it!" exclaimed Elis, turning the chair he was sitting in, to make him see who entered his papa's den.


It seems that someone has difficulty carrying a lot of goods in his hands, to block his view.


Daniel got up from his seat, helping the man. Taking the eyebrows of some of the items he brought, until the face of a man who breathed a sigh of relief.


"Thank you Young Master, for your help" Bayu said happily.


"You can bring it a little, why do you have to take it all at once? Trouble yourself you are!" grouse Daniel.


"Your Ihsss, bring it here quickly. I want to show Papa what I bought! You're busy with both of these!" Elis instructed his two to walk towards her more quickly, but his lips pursed.


Brian shook his head, "Oh my God, what did you buy? You must have bought a lot of useless stuff! Isn't that Daniel?" guess Brian, considering Elis who will immediately buy the goods he saw funny, but not in need right for him.


Elis glared sharply at Daniel, as if hinting at her husband, 'Don't say yes! Watch out if you say yes! Tonight you have to sleep outside!'


Daniel swallowed his saliva with difficulty. "Later you can see for yourself, whatever things Elis bought! Hehe." Daniel put the things he was carrying, on his father-in-law's desk.


Find a safe way, the important thing is that I am safe tonight, I can still sleep in my room, hug my spoiled wife! Daniel smiled at his own smile.


Bayu also did the same with Daniel, moving the goods he brought to his superior's desk.


Elis grabbed a paper bag that was near her, then took out its contents from inside.


"Papa must love this, look at the reward! It suits you papa! Funny about the color!" Elis shows the sweater of knitting materials with a bright color that dominates.


"Yes, that's very funny. Are you sure you're gonna wear it, baby? That's too big a size for you to wear." asked Brian, because he thought if the sweater Elis showed was for Elis himself later.


Elis pursed his lips, looked sadly at the papa, then said with a spoiled whimper. "Papa is that anyway! I am so much the same. I bought it specifically for Papa."


"Sorry sir, Miss, I'm sorry!" Bayu intends to resign, leaving his master's office, after his task is completed.


"Thank you, yeah! It's for you!" Daniel handed some red banknotes to Bayu.


Brian, who had originally leaned his back on his oversized chair, immediately sat up straight when he heard what Elis said.


"A-what? I-that's for papa? You're not wrong, honey? Papa must have heard wrong, didn't he?" Brian looked at Daniel with disbelief in his eyes.


Daniel chuckles. "Hehehe sorry pah, it was indeed Elis bought for papa. Good is pah? The color is bright, make papa so look young, hehehe." ledek Daniel.


Instantly Brian's body immediately sagged, leaning back on the back of his oversized chair, as if not boned.


"Well, what a dream I had last night." Brian said softly.


Elis moved from her seat, approaching Brian. "Let's try it!"


Elis helps Brian move on from his seat, wearing the sweater he bought into Brian's body.


"I told you, baby! Papa's getting taps using this sweater from me!" elis said with pride.


"Yes, that's cool, young papa back. Back to 25 years old, pah!" ledek Daniel's.


"Papa Devano would be even cooler if he wore this sweater baby!" brian said, feeling a breath of fresh air, to make her detach from wearing a brightly colored knit sweater.


"Papa calm down, I thought. So papa can even double with papa Devano, hehehe." Elis grabbed back another paper bag that was on the table.


Daniel smiled meaningfully at his father-in-law. Surely papa Brian thought to give the sweater to papa Devano, but unfortunately Elis much smarter. Won't let papa and his father-in-law fight each other over a knit sweater.


Chequek.


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