My Rich Husband's
The Part 95
By half-time, Davis was ready to pick up his wife as promised.
“Where are you, you?” sergeant George confronted a burly body that was as tall as he was.
“Pick up my wife.” Davis's flickering hand served as a sign for George to step aside from his sight.
“Not yet hours home from work,” prevent George.
“I'm the boss, so it's up to me,” elak Davis.
“Although you're the boss, but it's not worth your while, after all, the face of this company has been me,” George quipped in a cold tone.
“Say you want to come,” great-grandson Davis summed up from what he's seen since Bali.
“Who said,” elek George, but he followed Davis's footsteps.
“You think I don't know.”
“You know what?”
Davis did not respond, he just patted his best friend on the shoulder. “I wait for us to be suadara,” his great-grandson.
They go in the same car, with Geroge as the driver.
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“Why don't you come home?” asked Gabby who had boarded her motorcycle ready to go to her apartment. But he stopped the tat when he saw Diora alone waiting at the front stop of the campus. “You want to take me?” bargained for.
“No, I was waiting for my husband to pick me up,” explained Diora.
Gabby immediately pulled over her bike and accompanied her friend and sister different mother. “I will accompany you until your husband comes.” He didn't want anything unwanted to happen to Diora.
Before long, Davis's car stopped right in front of the two women.
“She's come, I'm going first,” says Diora, answered a nod of the head by Gabby.
Diora got into the car opened by Davis. Davis got into the driver's seat.
“Why did your assistant get off? he's not coming?” Diora seemed curious, because George came down when he entered and let himself go.
Diora also according to him, the office worker always has a busy life, he does not think anything about George.
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The car stops at the most luxurious basement mall in Helsinki, a mall with a million sweet memories of Diora with Danzel, where else if not the mall in which there is a Ravintola restaurant.
“Why do we go to the mall?” Diora curious.
“We will buy the ring,” Davis replied as he opened his wife's seat belt.
“It turns out you remember too if we don't have a wedding ring yet,” Diora joked. Her smile adorned her beautiful face.
“How can I forget, if every night you always whine reminds me of that.” Davis recalls her bedtime memories, where Diora always gave her subtle innuendo by showing her empty fingers without the beautiful circles that circle there.
Smiling satisfied Diora, her innuendo managed to make her husband take the time for them to look for a ring together.
They walked hand in hand, as if they were showing the whole world their relationship.
“Welcome, can I help you?” greet the jewelry store clerk Chopard.
“Give me a limited edition wedding ring,” Davis said.
The officer nodded in understanding and then entered the room that was specifically for employees only.
“Loh ... Why are you here?” Diora was flabbergasted to see her best friend with her husband's assistant there as well.
Grunting as loud as Gabby. “She, force me again.” Her teeth churned illustrating how much she hated George.
“You, don't hate him too much, because hate and love are only thin,” always Diora reminded.
“Cih ... no favor,” elak Gabby then get closer to his best friend.
Before long, the store employee came out carrying a pair of rings that were so beautiful.
“Wah .. wah .. wah .. wah .. there are poor people here apparently, indeed you can pay for the ring?” insult someone who just came.