My Husband is Not Rich
Should it be the same with him?

In another story about Jesslyn and Dodo are increasingly united, there is a story of two humans who are trying to unite love. One is still living with the feelings that used to be, while the other is trying to see in the future what will be like with the story that is unfortunate transverse.

Who're they?

Who else if not Bram and Dara. Armed with Bram's knowledge that he gained from paying attention to the way Dodo treated Jesslyn, Bram began to open his heart and carve a sweet story with Dara.

It has been one month Bram became a shuttle driver Dara like a pair of lovers who are often done as a form of attention. Actually not just a pair of lovers like that, between the motorcycle taxi driver and passengers can also.

However, there is value that can be quoted from a dime problem like this, togetherness, yes togetherness that can foster a sense of comfort. Feeling noticed can also contribute to the taste that will grow later.

"Well, is there anything left? try checking again?" No matter how much we try to imitate others, what comes out must be the characteristics of each of us. Bram tries to be considerate yet more like he is disciplining his subordinates.

"Already Bram, everything is ready. Even I've prepared your duties at the office and this." Dara showed the man's favorite mango shavings.

"Don't forget to put it in the fridge" he said.

"Yes dear" heard the call Bram Dara suddenly wanted to faint. "Why silence?" Bram glanced at Dara.

Surely he again flowered in the call affection the same person he likes. Inner Bram.

"If you answered yes, you still need another answer?" ask Dara carefully.

"Not answering from the word 'yes', but giving a response from the word 'honey'." Replied Bram who was very curious what Dara would say.

"The affectionate words sounded melodious." Dara quickly covered her embarrassed face. "Not to be covered, it will be beautiful so invisible." Bram pulled Dara's hand from his face. Their hands are still fused in each finger, because Bram does not take it off and clasps more tightly.

In Bram's mind, what he said just now was the sweet word he learned from Dodo. Though the Dodo never grubby and talk as is seen. But with Bram like a prank.

The car was already pulled over on the shoulder of the road, Dara exited the car after giving her preparations to Bram. "Well, what time will I pick you up?" bram asked while looking at the watch he was wearing. Dara's watch as a birthday present.

"The rest of you, I'll always wait." Smiled sweetly and stood waiting until Bram drove away. Although it has been a month to take the pick up, Bram always asks for the pick-up hour.

"Yes, that's it."

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Arrive at the office parking lot.

Bram out of the car playing a cell phone to send messages, his dear spirit of work, spiked emot lips forward removing lope.

Bram sighed, making yourself fall in love intentionally was indeed so difficult.

The phone is put again in the pocket of the suit. He held up the item Dara had prepared for him and his gaze was already focused forward.

There's Jesslyn there, just got off the car with curly hair hanging so beautiful. Her lips were soft and moist, lips that were only covered by a Dodo. Those sharp eyes were sweeping the atmosphere around then stepped swiftly.

Bram also followed his quick steps, as an assistant he must be ready to standby even though he had not entered working hours. He always relied on that pretext, despite the fact that his body was moved by itself wanting to always be close to Jesslyn.

"Good morning, ma'am." Sapa Bram's.

"By also"

Smelling as fragrant as the perfume of Bram in the back. The intoxicating and triggering smell of wanting to have its owner. How he should rise from a broken heart if this is the way.

Do I have to ask Dara to emulate everything Jesslyn has?

"Bram, why is it so early in the morning?" jesslyn's words awaken Bram from the reverie.

"Ah yes Ma'am, what's wrong? can I help you with something?"

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Seriate...

Bram: Thor, who is my real name?

Author : Bram?

Bram: Yes the Bram.

Author : Brame-rames.

Don't forget to be happy.