My Boss, My (Ex) Boyfriend
Don't Read (Last Promotion)

Azira did not know why her feelings had suddenly become uncomfortable and uneasy. He seemed to feel a bad premonition that threatened the safety of his soul but he was not sure whether this was just a hallucination or not.

"It's a drink first, non." Mbok Yem handed him a glass of water which he deliberately provided while chatting with Azira before.

Azira did not refuse and accepted it obediently, after all she also felt thirsty upon her return from the greedy old man who did not know himself.

He desperately hoped that the greedy woman would not interfere with his life anymore. Besides being fed up, he wanted to escape his mother's suffering while still working in the greedy woman. Hah.obviously she's old but still dressed like a girl, pathetic.

"Thank you, Mbok." He drank it one breath without leaving a single drop in the clear glass.

"Non want some more?" Ask for attention.

Seeing Azira who was so thirsty he thought one glass would not be enough because usually people who live in the village are not used to drinking expensive drinks like this.

Hey, don't get me wrong.

This is not plain water but real mineral water taken from the mountains. Usually this mineral water company will send them a water supply once every 3 days. It's still a lot left because it's too abundant at home.

"No, thank you." Reject Azira politely with straight-forward eyes.

He is still trapped in his mind.

"Mbok, this isn't plain water huh?" The question is not serious.

But if you look at the taste and color is somewhat different from what he had at home first, or maybe the water in his home is ugly it feels to see the place is so shabby and unkempt.

While the water that he drank earlier tastes very different like there are sweet, odorless, and clear. How to explain it well.this is a natural and soothing fragrance. Moreover, it tastes good, Azira never knew there was water as good as this when it was not mixed anything.

"This is not ordinary non white water but this white water is specially imported from the mountains. Ladies and gentlemen want everyone to drink water that has a high content of minerals because it is good for the body. Therefore it tastes a little different compared to the water drinks out there." Mbok Yem's admiration for this family is really not hidden.

In her little heart Azira begins to wonder if Mbok Yem knows the dark side of this family?

Does Mbok Yem know how cruel the people in this house are?

If he knew, would he stop admiring them or just the opposite, he did not care.

This drink is not only drunk by family members, but workers and servants in this house are free to drink it as they please as long as not to throw it away, fear mubasir.

"Ooh.." So it's like this.

Rich people always know how to use abundant money, unlike him and his mother who have to take the unusual path to get a piece of dime.

God, again unfair.

"Non, who was that tea?" Mbok Yem asked with his calm face.

Stunned, for a moment Azira was confused to answer what because Mbok Yem in his eyes was not a dangerous person.

"That's nobody, Mbok. Ah, it looks like it's magrib time, so being outside the house is not the best solution when magrib." Then he immediately left Mbok Yem who had not had time to say anything.

Azira had already decided that even though the effect on this old woman was good, but it was only a day that she knew him. What if this innocent face was just a mere mask?

Who knows if he's not a spy for them.

"Azira, we pray together yuk." When he entered the house he was invaded by Humaira.

Humaira clung to her in a beautiful, complete mukena suit, so beautiful when Humaira used it.

"I'm an idol, Humaira." Of course this is a lie.

He cannot pray, ah. more precisely he cannot recite prayers. Worship or anything related to God, Azira chose to ignore it.

If he wants to pretend to pray with them then it could be because he can follow their prayer movements from behind. But what if he is asked to read our holy Qur'an?

Hahahaha.it's suicide, isn't it?

So, the best option for Azira right now was to lie. Till when?

Until he can find a solution to this problem.

"Hah. pity you're in trouble, it's okay anyway we can also pray and teach together when you're done hitchhiking." Humaira comforted herself for not being able to spend time with her brother in matters of religion.

"Humaira, let's get to the mushola. The others have gathered there and it is not good to postpone prayer." Call Mama Humaira softly to her daughter who is fond of buying Azira.

"Then I go firstwell, I'll see you at dinner tonight." Pamit Humaira while releasing her hand from Azira's arm.

They left and only Azira stood alone. Staring at their backs that were getting smaller and away, seeing that Azira's heart suddenly felt empty. He was empty and he did not understand why it had become hollow.

"Well, pretty good acting." A person's voice suddenly interrupted Azira's daydream.

"Safa's aunt?" It turned out that the person who was bothering her was Bibi Safa who was now neatly wrapped in mucous cloth.

She looked elegant and beautiful, amazing.gen this family was indeed not kidding.

"But dear Azira, your lies will not last long because sooner or later you will join us for worship. And when that day comes, I'll make sure you lose face for not knowing anything about our religion. Tell Azira, your mother never taught you about our religion, did she? Hahah.yeah is the answer yes. Isn't that Azira?" Ejek Bibi Safa so enjoyed Azira's distorted face.

As he expected, they knew he lacked religion and deliberately lured him to lie.

See, aren't they no different from snakes?

"Aunt Safa, the people have gathered in the mosque, are you not afraid of praying late with others?" Azira's words diverted the conversation, expelling Aunt Safa from her reach in a subtle way.

Grunting dislike, "Baseless shameless trash." He moved away from Azira.

He went after the others to perform the congregational magrib prayer. This is always a routine they do every day and never take a vacation even though.

"You may be able to trample me now, but one day I will avenge what you have done to me. And I also don't forget the one who viciously hurt my mother all this time is you, rich lady." His mutter hated to be mixed with disgust.

Then he coldly took his steps away from where he was standing. Not directly to the room he first took the time to take a plate of warm rice and side dishes that upload tastes. He could not eat one table with them because Azira knew, Aunt Safa would definitely humiliate him in front of everyone again.

Then the best thing he could do was save himself while thinking which chance he would do to destroy them. He could not stand living here and wanted to go out of town immediately to start a new life and forget all this.

He was impatient.

"Non Azira why have you eaten, do not want to join the others later?" Suddenly a plainly dressed adult woman approached him. The woman was not alone because there was a woman who looked the same as well beside her.

Shake slowly, "Tomorrow dinner with her." Azira answered briefly while bringing her food plate back to the room.

"He's a village person so can't see good food in the past, after all he's not our official employer either. Just-just"

"Khus! Tea can't say that. Later if he heard the same he kept you reported to the Great Lord, how? Want you to get kicked out of being gelandan-"

And so, Azira no longer wanted to hear it.

Stupid indeed, they are so stupid. How can he not hear their conversation if his voice is no longer called whispers. Moreover, his room and kitchen were so close, even Azira had not had time to enter his room so that their conversation could be heard clearly in his hearing.

But Azira did not bother with the two of them who were nobody here. He did not want to make trouble and ended up deciding their livelihood.

He knows how painful it is to find food so just let it go, Azira also will not care.

After locking the door of her room, Azira did not have to wait long to devour her food. And true as they say this food is so delicious and appetizing, Azira likes it.

After finishing his meal, Azira did not immediately deliver the used dishes to the kitchen. He sat briefly pensively staring at a window featuring a not so dark backyard.

Occasionally the light roaring wind hit the trees that stood firm. Blowing the trees with a light caress so that the trees could swing without being disturbed.

So accustomed.

"I'm sleepy.." He was tired, indicating that he was getting sleepy.

Dropping himself on the bed, slowly the dark shining peach eyes closed his tired eyes.

Dispose of any light that enters the eye and replaces it with endless darkness.

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"He ate first?"  Bibi Safa looked so infuriated by the illegitimate child's behavior, so disrespectful and shameless.

"True Madam, non Azira had dinner first magrib last night." Report one of the servants who had reprimanded Azira some time ago in the kitchen.

Grumpily, "Based on garbage, how disrespectful he precedes us as homeowners. Actually what moral education did his mother ever teach him so that he could act like this?" Annoyed Bibi Safa did not get tired of her bosses cursing Azira.

He disliked the bastard very much and was more disturbed every time he remembered that the bastard was now living in this house.

"Right madam, even though we had previously reminded non Azira to wait for another but she said she did not want to and immediately took the food on the table at will." Report the other maid is lying. She obviously dislikes Azira for being born from the womb of a bad woman.

Even though he was the flesh blood of the great Master, he still thought that Azira did not deserve to enter and join this family, the reason was because he was dirty and smelled na'jis.

"Learn-out"

"Stop Safa, she's our family now." Suddenly Aunt Sifa appeared from behind, holding onto her brother's grumpy shoulders.

"And the two of you in the future will not be able to reprimand or forbid Azira from taking anything in the kitchen. Azira is your master now and you should treat her as you would treat Humaira, got it?" The sharp highlight is as if to say that Azira and them are two different things.

Azira is the master and they are the servants, hence they should act according to their current position.

Down scared, "Understand me, Madam." Obey they don't want to make Aunt Sifa angry.

Aunt Sifa was a gentle person and seeing her this angry was truly rare as well as frightening for the two of them.

"Yes, come back to your work." The orders of Aunt Sifa who was immediately nodded quickly by the two of them.

"Sifa, watch your attitude!" Angered Bibi Safa did not accept being treated like that by Aunt Sifa.

"I did it so they wouldn't underestimate our family members"

"Azira is not"

"I see, it's hard for Brother to accept it. But think carefully that Azira knows nothing of the past, she is innocent."

Aunt Sifa thought Azira was just a child who knew nothing about the past and it was not appropriate for them to treat her with one eye because after all she was the biological child of her brother.

Even though he knew, far from his heart, his family was the guilty one here.

"Whatever you say, trash is garbage so it can't change anything."

"Although the blood flowing in his body is the blood of Mas Rama?" Ask Aunt Sifa quickly.

Staring intently at Aunt Sifa's sincere eyes, "I don't admit it." Then he left Aunt Sifa.

Sighing, Aunt Sifa's heartbroken gaze fell on the tightly shut door of the room near the kitchen. The door was so quiet and quiet, not even a ray peeked out from inside the room.

Darkened.

"When time repeats itself, maybe things won't get this complicated." Mumbled hopes.

Smiling faintly he then took his steps following Aunt Safa who was already sitting sweetly at the dining table. Act as if nothing ever happened between them.

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"Azira come on, son, wake up at dawn." The voice of someone whispering softly tried to disturb Azira's deep sleep smoothly.

"Mother?" Call him full of longing.

"Come, son, wake up at dawn." His whisper again seduced, pulling Azira to wake up from her sleep.

"Mothers..Mother where?" Running to and fro, only endless darkness greeted him.

"Body morning prayer, baby, let's get up." His whisper again lovingly, provoking Azira to follow him.

Gasping for breath, Azira did not know which direction this voice came from. No, he meant he was confused which way his mother called.

"Mother.. do you want to take me away?" Instantly this thought flashed through his head.

He did not even care about his mother's invitation to wake up to dawn prayers. There was no voice to answer him, Azira thought silence was a sign her mother agreed to her question.

"But.but what about my revenge on them?" Azira wants to go with her mother but somehow she is a little unwilling to let them have fun in this world.

Silence, there is no reply. Again Azira thought her mother had forgotten the crime of the family.

"Mother, they're the ones who made you like this. Especially Dad-"

"I don't care and get up!"

"Huh.hah.dreams.." Swiping his forehead which was already sweating a lot.

"It was just a dream." Mumbled dazed.

That feeling is real. She was also confused by her mother's rare tenderness because usually, Mother would shout loudly to Azira to hear it.

"Fuckin' dreams, just interrupt my sleep." His grunt was upset while trying to sleep back.

But he had not closed his eyes, Azan Subuh had mumbled melodious. Calling and awakening the people from their slumber, calling them to fulfill the call of the Almighty.

"Damn!" Not satisfied.

He no longer had the taste to go back to sleep and took his steps straight to the bathroom to clean himself up.

20 Minutes later, Azira came out of the room with a fresher face. The show is short because she herself is not the type of girl who uses a lot of care in the bathroom. So he only needs to use soap, shampoo, and toothpaste to take a shower.

How could he do the treatment because he was a poor person and could not afford such items.

Even if he didn't have it now in this room, he had everything to say about beauty. But unfortunately, because he was not used to these things, Azira did not look at him.

Hey, make no mistake, even if you do not use any treatment, the skin remains smooth and beautiful. It was no different from using the treatment, so envious.

Well, although not as clean as the skin of Humaira who always do the treatment, Azira arguably pure.

After finishing using the clothes in the closet complete with the original hijab, she then came out of her room while carrying a used plate last night.

Entering the kitchen, again two maids last night he found there.

"Morning, non." Sapa they look polite but Azira can see their attitude a little stiff.

Nodding his head, Azira then washed the dishes that had been for him to use breakfast again.

"Miss, Azira.." Panic them while taking over the plate in Azira's hand.

Frowning in dislike, Azira thought if this maid wanted to stop her?

"Non use a plate that's already dry rather than this plate, look, it's still wet non."

In a panic one of the maids gave Azira the same plate but it was dry.

"Hem." The response did not care as he continued his hand scooping the fried rice for a portion.

Sprinkling chicken milk on it, Azira hand smoothly took 2 eggs half-cooked cow's eye.

Actually this is ripe but because Azira village people who used to eat eggs of cow's eyes are very mature, then so he considers this egg a little immature because it is still wet in the yolk region.

Glanced at Humaira who was slightly pale but did not look in pain at all.

"Morning." Return request.

"Why are you following me?" Tanya was confused because Humaira had been following her.

"I want breakfast with you." Humaira replied directly without hiding anything.

Frowning distractedly, Azira did not know what motive Humaira had used to approach her. Whether it was a good reason or not, he could not guess.

Seeing Azira's vigilance, Humaira knew that her brother might be bothered with her. But how else, Humaira did not want to stay away from her brother. He wants to stay with Azira.

"All right." Azira's breakup is hard to resist.

"Breakfast in the garden?" Tanya Humaira girang's.

"All right."

Arriving at the park, they immediately devoured each other's breakfast peacefully. Either a tacit understanding of what they have instilled but certainly nothing interrupts each other.

"Why not have breakfast with the others?" Tanya Azira started the conversation when she had already finished her breakfast.

"I'm not praying so just have breakfast, after all, at half-seven I'll go to work."

Nodding in understanding, Azira quietly observed the beautiful face of Humaira. Then his gaze turned to look at the slowly brightening sky.

Somehow Azira felt if Humaira was exactly the same as the atmosphere this morning, so beautiful and peaceful.

"I heard.you're getting married soon, is that right?" Azira asked in her small voice.

"Ahaha.most definitely Mbok Yem who has told you, astagfirullah.that's right Azira, I will get married soon."

Humaira could not help her overflowing emotions of happiness when saying this.

Azira's peach eyes suddenly narrowed full of gimmicks, "When?"

Unaffected by Azira's strange expression.

"God willing one more week and from tomorrow we will begin preparations." Humaira answered honestly.

Since Azira is now his brother then why not just say everything?

Humaira wants everyone to be happy at her wedding and she hopes Azira can liven up the atmosphere of the house after her departure.

"I'm so happy to hear that." Weak whisper.

Subduing his head, Azira's sneaky thoughts quietly worked. Keep going around in circles to find out which gap he will use on that day.

"Ahaha.I hope you also soon find your soul mate to catch up with me later."

Humaira sincerely prayed that Azira could also find a man who was worthy of her. Be a priest for him and be able to guide his brother down the right path.

Deep in his heart he prayed for Azira, for his beloved brother.

Although different Mother but still they are brothers and Humaira did not care about it because brothers are still brothers to him.

"Yes, I'll catch up with you soon." Whisper Azira with a smile.

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"Non Humaira wasn't picked up by Mas Furqon, huh?" Mbok Yem asked curious to see his beloved employer was heating the car.

Smiling softly, "No Mbok, we'll have a quiet time before the deal."

"Have known the time of tranquility but still go to work."

"Mama, uh!" Manja Humaira while hugging her dear Mama.

"Today and so on Humaira did not have to go to work because your candidate had called if he had given you a leave of absence during the wedding." Her mother's whisper was soft.

"Well, why don't you tell Humaira anyway? Furqon is good!" Humaira's grumbling is upset.

The typical gentle smile of a Mother, Mama's hand gently stroked the top of her only daughter's head that would belong to someone else.

"He knows you won't agree so call Dad. Yes, you changed clothes first because today there is a measurement of clothes from Mbak Yana."

He knew Humaira would not agree to be granted this kind of leave, so Furqon chose to contact her husband directly.

"Am Furqon, I'll teach you a lesson later. Oh well, Mama said that I'm going to pick up my shirt later Ma'am Yana yah?"

Mama nodded with certainty.

"Mbak Yana who yesterday took care of Annisa's wedding?, Yes Allah Mama know if Humaira really likes the same wedding dress that Ma'am Yana made for Annisa. Very good Ma, Mama saw yesterday, right?" His hysterics while prancing happily.

How is he not happy if the person who will make his dress is the one who also makes the wedding dress that he likes.

Seeing how beautiful the wedding dress was, Humaira could not turn her eyes away from the figure of Annisa so beautiful in the wedding dress.

"Dear, yesterday Mama saw so Mama called her for your wedding dress later." Mama knew full well that Humaira was in love with Yana's work until she contacted her yesterday.

He wants everything related to Humaira's marriage to be everything his son likes.

"Yes Allah..Mama, Humaira is so happy to know!"

"Yes, go in first yuk. change your clothes first."

"Oh, Come on Ma."

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And here Azira, sitting relaxed in a minimalist workspace. All the items here are so neatly arranged with a unique layout.

Honestly, it's so pleasing to the eye.

"It turns out you were still in touch with the guys from the club that night, why? Do you intend to sell your body like that woman?" His father's heavy voice interrupted Azira's relaxed atmosphere.

Instantly Azira's relaxed face turned into a flat expression, there was no emotion in her eyes except just the hatred that continued to churn.

"So it's the same, no one can be trusted." Azira's voice was cold, glancing at the Father who was also looking at her expressionlessly.

It was not thought that Mbok Yem was not much different from them, even when he blatantly asked him to shut up, he casually told this to this trash man who was in front of him.

"Don't I tell you that staying here means cutting off your relationship with the dirty world, but why are you still acting up?"

Hearing that there was a sense of cruelty in her tone, Azira could not help but laugh at her ridicule. Worth it, his mother deserved to suffer because the man he loved sincerely was a cunning rotten scum, Azira hated knowing that he was the seed of this man.

"Look, I want to stay here doesn't mean you can manage me as you please. I'm not the mother who obeys your trash rules, but I'm Azira, the bastard child you don't want to be in this world. I can do whatever I want if I want and I can't do what you want, I'm nobody here." Sarkas.

Waking up from his seat, "After all you don't have to bother looking at me like your own son because I don't want to be stared at like that by you either. I think you know? It feels so disgusting when it comes to being this close to you, I hate you!" Reveal sickened.

He then walked out of the room, slamming the door in anger. Then his emotions worsened when he saw Mbok Yem who was busy changing flowers in a vase.

"Non"

"Shut your fucking mouth, you hypocrite." Angry churns. Even without waiting for Mbok Yem to respond he has come a long way.

Azira's mind was so muddled that she decided to calm herself down outside the house. Walking as he pleased did not feel the warm liquid had filled the eyes of his peach spooning.

"I hate him!" Hate muttering.

"I hate that shameless old man!" He sobs tired.

So tired it feels to have to pretend not to care for the man who has destroyed Azira and her mother. He was desperate for all this, he just wanted to die.

"Azira!" Looking up in shock, from afar he could see Madam Bara approaching him.

"Dam." Dropped him while wiping away the tears on his face.

"Azira, I finally found you too."

"What's the matter madam, isn't it obvious I don't want to join you?"

Azira was still inexhaustible as to why this fellow was so stubborn. Though this was the umpteenth time he refused this woman's invitation but still he continued to look for her.

"Well, maybe yesterday you could have rejected me but not today." Madam Bara smiled sinisterly, displaying her disgusting conceited face.

"You mean.."

Instantly Azira became misgivings staring at the surroundings. It was as if there were a few eyes watching him.

"Catch, him!" Madame Bara's orders directly.

Suddenly from the alley beside Azira, two burly men walked briskly and ferociously towards Azira.

Feeling threatened, Azira knows that she has no other way but to run away as she can. He continued to run around the strange streets suddenly becoming deserted.

"Where's the tea go neng geulis?" One of the thugs pulls the rough skinny arm of Azira, making her almost fall upside down.

"Deliver!" Shouted Azira roaring.

"Take me off, damn it!" He cried out in despair, it felt like he wanted to cry out loud here.

Azira with all her might flailed the thug's burly arm, hoping that his punch could make this thug in pain. But hope is just hope because suddenly one thug also draws the hand he uses to hit.

"Neng geulis tea do not be fierce at all, later the beautiful face is gone you know." His smile teased which made Azira feel fed up.

"I said let go! Unhand me!" Shouted Azira could not stand it.

How cunning the old lady was, he even used this dirty way just to bring her into his business. Though there are still many women out there who are more beautiful than Azira, but why does this woman keep on looking for her!

"She..check.don't cry or neng-neng"

Dritts

"Aww!" Suddenly a car came grazing gondrong thugs looking rogue beside him. Making him fall in pain so that his grip on Azira's hand was released.

"Fucking pain!" His screams are in pain.

Seeing the situation, Azira immediately used it to hit the other thugs. The thug was still in shock to see his colleague who had fallen on the pavement enduring the pain.

"Shut up, damn girl! Don't move anymore."  The thug's orders were angry.

But Azira did not care and continued to thrash for release, especially when he saw a young man who came out of the car the spirit of Azira was getting stronger to rebel.

This was an opportunity to escape from the clutches of this thug, so he continued to act even though his left arm had flushed to withstand the pain.

Plaques

Because it could not stand Azira's behavior anymore, the thug immediately slapped him with all his might. For a moment, Azira was completely dazed by the thug slap, she was dizzy and could not hold her balance.

In addition, at the same time the man who got down from the car immediately kicked hard the thug's stomach because he was angry to see him slap a girl violently.

Grab

Then, he quickly catches Azira's body that will fall because of the loss of his body support.

Azira's gaze became blurry, he could not see clearly how this man's face was. But for sure, this man's body was so warm and comfortable, making Azira involuntarily lulled.

"What's going on here and who's this guy?" Madam Bara suddenly appeared to mediate, preventing her men from being beaten to a pulp.

"Tante, why don't you just ask these two guys more clearly." The cold eyes of this man were so reluctant to compromise, yet it was just an impression as he still maintained his manners towards the other party.

"Madam, we caught this girl, but because of this man, our plan failed." Report the thugs who still feel the pain of his stomach.

Hearing the reports of the thugs, the sharp black eyes of the man also fell on the glamorous figure of aunty in front of him.

From the look in his eyes, men could judge that the woman and the two men were conspiring to kidnap this girl in his arms.

"Ah, handsome young man there seems to be a misunderstanding between us." Madam Bara approached the man with a fake smile.

"Misunderstanding what is meant, you?" Ask the man not to be fooled by the sweet smile of Madame Bara.

A small laugh, her clean and wry right hand pointed at Azira who was still dazed inside the young man's embrace.

"He's my nephew, but because of the debate at home he ran away here. So since I had no other choice I had to hire these two people to find him." Clearly Madam Bara with a reassuring expression.

Smiling softly, the young man steadfastly looked straight at Madam Bara.

"Do you have to use violence?" The young man asked casually, yet implied something.

"That's because he's too naughty so they're forced to resort to violence." Elak mistress Bara looking for justification.

But unfortunately this young man was not fooled at all as much as he gave an excuse.

"Then to make sure why we don't just call the police to see if your reasons are acceptable or not even if you're family." The young man was looking for a middle ground.

Spontaneous, the mistress' expression turned pale. It showed a faint fear but could be clearly seen by the young man.

"It doesn't seem necessary because-"

"Because you intend to kidnap her, don't you?" Cut the young man fast.

Stunned, Madam Bara's body instantly froze. He could not even give a fake smile that was usually formed sweetly at the corner of his wrinkled lips.

"I know this girl and she lives in an edelweiss housing complex. I also know his family so how can you claim to be his family?" Attack the young man sharply, trying to erode the courage of his interlocutors.

"So, dear lady, I hope this is the last time I see you and if one day I hear news that this girl has suddenly disappeared, I hope, then the first person I'll look for is-"

Checkered

"You." He said seriously while showing Madam Bara his picture that the young man had just taken using his cellphone.

"You know it's not that looking for you won't be difficult when it comes to law enforcement, so I hope be careful next time." Threaten the young man while improving Azira's position to be as comfortable as possible in his arms.

"Damn it, let's go." Madam Bara's orders while running away from the young man.

Seriate...

Don't be upset well, this is the last promo wkwkwkwkw...

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Didn't know today can update the next episode because today I was a bit busy. If there is free time I will immediately write tonight so that I can update the next episode, God willing 🍃