My Lovely President From The Mars
GET KNOCKED!

Zahra put her uniform in the washing machine, waiting for the girl to cook noodles.

"Defia--" he looked for a drawer bearing Defia's name and opened it, "wihh, full of Fi!" exclaim Zahra saw Fia drawer stuffing neatly arranged, there are noodles with various flavors, corned eggs, sardines and soy sauce sauces, also abon.

"New shopping," replied Fia who tailed and went into the toilet.

His hand could not be separated from the mobile phone, since just a group of nurses in his place of work was crowded, there was no other message from anyone, whereas Zahra hoped Ganesh sent him a message.

Sorry cake, or nanya has not been so, her lips curved sign of dislike. Zahra put the phone next to the dish shelf, while she stirred the noodles that had been laced with eggs into it. Being a boarding boy forced Zahra to be independent, he did not not have a house, but the distance of the house is quite far from the workplace makes the child of this coffee manager choose to cost.

The aroma of instant noodles mixed with eggs in the smell, for boarding children this is the most delicious food temptation at the end of the month. He sat in the living room cross-legged and ate his noodles.

The god just went to the dining table, credit card restrictions and facilities have an impact on his habits, if usually he was never at home at lunchtime, and prefer to eat outside then now inevitably he has to eat at home to save money.

Ica chuckled to see her son back and was already sitting in the dining room through the garage door. At all ages indeed Gods rarely use the front door, as if they do not understand the function of the front door.

"You go in, say hello first! You're not a chicken" Ica said.

God chuckles, "assalamualaikum Ica's mother,"

"Kimvritt," Ica muttered softly.

"Waalaikumsalam his son Jihad" replied Ica.

"My, until when my brother's facility was revoked. Shit kangen clubing, find entertainment!" He plucked a corn parchment made by Ica with a domestic assistant.

"Until you're insyaf and no more clubing! Lots of entertainment, not just clubbing!" fiercely answered.

"Tuh maen combe ran front of the complex is also entertainment! Water play in Ancol keep his children Ara's brother is also his own entertainment!" Ica put the plate on the table.

The gods clucked, which is true. She's being nanny? The world is playing ludruk. Where Ara's older son was wayward not to play, once grabbed by Yuda the youngest son of Ara's brother and petipinya. The date was laughed at by her boyfriend because of the smell of the piles. He hates kids! He wanted to hang it on a kedongdong tree.

"Where's ganesh? Daddy?" ask God.

"Still working, you will have to share the role of Ganesh!" momy Ica has no more offers.

Ahhhhhh, hay Ra! Sorry all day yesterday I was busy until I forgot to call you. Sorry also this morning I can not pick you up-this morning picked up bang God again, how?

Those beautiful eyes were bulging as big as a jengkol seed, suddenly Zahra's finger speed was as fast as if superman was again mating.

Don't do it, Nesh. I met up this morning, this is waiting!

Oh, okay. What kind of lunch will I take to the hospital?

Be able.

Huhhh! Zahra could breathe a sigh of relief, for in fact Ganesh did not force her to be picked up by the Gods, plus Ganesha's lunch would be on his side in the hospital.

Immediately he ordered an ojek online for him to leave, because suddenly he did not have time to nebeng on Defia.

"Or gini I nebeng Fia earlier," Zahra quickened his movements and rushed to wear shoes. The clock is moving to the right.

Not only Zahra was apparently busy early in the morning. It seems like almost half of the inhabitants of this galaxy are also busy early in the morning including God and Ganesha.

"Nesh, don't forget your promise!" both of his parents were lyrically interlocuting.

"What promise?" ask Jihad.

"New secretary of dad," replied Ganesh pushing a mouthful of rice into his mouth.

"Well, why so long?" ask Jihad.

"Ah time?! Setau momy her employees daddy no one had a problem so far, fine-fine aja," Ica frowned.

"Less sexy-" Ganesh's timpal was flat and relaxed, making his parents immediately parrot. While the Gods cast a cynical glare at Ganesh.

"You want to do what you want to see an adult magazine, all secretary must be sexy!"

"Let my spirit work, let the eyes still fresh that saw a pile of work, if the elders were innate want to send to the nursing home!"

The plot!

Ica landed a spoon on the head of God. Another case with the laughing Jihad, "sip! Really, this time daddy's like a buh! Eh agree!"

"Abang!" his eyes stared at the piercing Jihad.

"Your descendants are rich. The smile will be looking for the seger-seger!" Jihad stated.

"Cock me, brother kaliii!" reply berkilah.

"Forgot who likes sixpeck's chest?" whispered Jihad.

"Dihh, don't ya!" refuse Ica does not want to be blamed for the behavior of God.

God's already on his bike.

"Dav!" call momy Ica.

"Yes my?"

"Where's zahra? You picked it up, right?" ask Ica. Ganesha shook his head, "today's not my, but we'll meet lunch time,"

"Okay, greetings to Zahra."

"Oh yes, dear. Momy wanted to say something-" Ica played her fingers with eyes that could not explain.

"Why my? Momy sick? Want Ganesh or Yahya anter?" her question was worried, Yahya had even approached, but Ica shook her head.

"Momy just wanted to say, don't fill your brother's request," Ica replied, Ganesha smiled meaningfully, "what a curtain. Momy did not have to worry, Ganesh could not be his own brother's jerumusin," he replied making the woman who had given birth to him smile knot.

"It's Ganesh, my pamit, it's late."

"Be careful, take the car!"

"Ready aunt!" diokei Yahya's.

Yahya glanced at Ganesh from the rearview mirror, "bro, you sure you want to take God's request, keep ordering how aunty Ica?" ask Yahya.

"Gue won't break the same promise bang Dewa, but I also don't sebo doh it to menuhin desire bang Dewa-" he smiled obliquely.

"You mean?" Yahya scrunched his forehead did not understand the plan of his boss.

The god walked while whistling happily to the floor where the room was, the weather was friendly enough for him to indicate that today was a lucky day for him.

With no premonition, he got into the elevator with several other employees who greeted him, "morning sir!"

"Again," he answered briefly, actually the employees of the women are quite fascinated with the president of this one, only his attitude that makes the head shake.

"Ganteng--" whispered they were one of the employees who stood at the back so anxious to see God, he tightened a suit that looked right on his cliff body and blue skinny jeans. There is no tie tied around the neck, as he prefers plain pink t-shirts.

When the god came out of the elevator, he came out, walking gracefully like a model on the catwalk. Aware if being followed God turned his body with an attacking motion.

He almost threw his punch at the person behind him,

"Eh dislodged-copottt!" shaken surprised.

"Who are you?!" fierce God curled his neck.

"Oh sir, it's my neck chuckling!" he tried to rebel but God made a lockdown move.

"I-I-I Miki sir, just worked here, today-as secretary to the president, Mr. God---"

"Anj-imm! Ganesh!" aspira.

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