Marrying You My Destiny
Clarifying Fake News

It was midnight, still stomach was in pain. This is all because most drink coffee.

"Dear, I'm sorry." Yana rubs wind oil on Chaka's stomach.

"Other times, you don't like that anymore" replied Chaka gently.

Chaka clarified the news circulating on the internet, lately very troubling. More and more people are expanding the hoak news. Journalists scramble to throw questions, and do not hesitate to push each other.

"I'm still alive, where my wife might marry again" Chaka said.

"However, why'd you choose to hide." The reporters wanted to know, on the grounds of the young businessman.

"Against a vile enemy, it doesn't always have to be clear" Chaka said.

"I mean, Mr. Chaka has a big enemy huh." The young man in glasses was curious.

Chaka fell silent, lazily explaining even longer. He immediately grabbed Yana's shoulder, taking her inside. The office guards forbade journalists, to enter Alexander's company.

Not long after, the office secretary came. He gave Chaka the food order she wanted. Yana sees a box, which says spicy noodles.

"Darling, what do you eat?" ask Yana.

"I ate noodle soup." replied Chaka.

Yana was surprised to see Chaka's plate. "Where's the gravy?"

"There is no heheh..." Chaka chuckles. "Inadvertently ask for the order to be dried" he replied.

"You're being fed!" Yana opened her mouth.

Chaka lifted the spoon containing noodles, then fed it. "How's it going, good?" Moved Yana's lips with her index finger.

After eating, the two of them rested quietly. They cooperate with each other, facing the enthusiasm of camera shots. Yana's hands are shrewd in the movement of squeezing, so there are dozens of photos in one minute.

"Yes dong, I'll follow you. Bad chewing habits, until the tongue becomes like this." replied Chaka.

"My tongue is small, what's wrong with me. You're good at throwing mistakes at your wife. I'm not going to give myself to you, tonight you sleep on the rug down." Yana said.

"Yes, I was wrong. Your wife sulks, must be quickly persuaded." Chaka relented.

"I love doing this, it feels so happy. Your face that is not sincerely oppressed, will become a memory." Yana smiled broadened.

"Yes, if you're happy, I'm happy. Do everything you feel tired, so you can feel fresh. I have no problem, if it is used as an impingement." replied Chaka.

After being released from the hanging bond sentence, the two of them kept their distance. Febby's father and mother pay close attention, not wanting them to pretend for freedom.

"Dad, Mom, we want to go eat outside. What are you guys gonna drop?" ask Febby.

"Not a point, because Mother will go alone." He answered with a smile, intending to watch.

A few minutes into the journey, he finally made it to his destination. Suddenly there was a small child, who turned towards Artha.

"Hi Om!" call him.

"Who admits you're pounding me." Artha answered ketus, then chose a seat.

"My age is 25, often called Om. Marry not yet, it sucks."

"That's it, rather than being called the Creator." Febby was joking.

Febby's mother looked at them. "Remember Dad's message, you two don't do any more breaking."

"Yes my beautiful mother." Febby replied, holding back his annoyance.

Chaka receives an audio message, which is sent by Kaila. He played the tape, to confirm the contents. It is true that Isruni's original voice, when stating what happened.