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Learn to Be Good

Rara is still weighing whether to reply to messages from the ancient or not.

However, his impulse to immediately divorce Gandi was legitimately more domineering. Finally got ready to reply to that message. It is up to Purba to respond to herself as any woman.

Rara has feelings, she women do not have attitude, play blur just like that. And now he's trying as if there's no problem.

‘iya sir sorry, yesterday I went home in advance’ reply, message Rara.

‘oh yes sir sorry today I did not enter work, Rara continued again.

The thought of Aska and her freedom lived a quiet life, always ringing in Rara's head. Although his feelings were still angry upset, embarrassed to be aggressive to the primeval, but all of that was put aside.

Rara does not care, her attitude that now intends to be more aggressive if responded well by the primeval, if not responded well then Rara will not feel hurt, consider it a fortune.

 If Purba even hates him, he lives out the company and then looks for another workplace, that's what Rara has in mind at this time.

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Meanwhile at a cafe where Retno works. When the break arrived Retno lunch with her fiance Hendra

“Darling, you still want not, my friend named Rara?” Retno said while chewing her food.

“Yes, I remember. Why?” sahut Hendra Retno's.

“Yesterday he will come home from work still early, maybe faster just a few minutes, not too fast too, but I'm surprised. He told me he was treated less well by his boss.”

“Become good how?”

“My friend said, he said he only misrepresented treats for the meeting guests, when it was at the behest of his boss, but his boss was angry because he said the food was not suitable for them.”

“Then what makes you weird? Less good in terms of mana?” ask Hendra again.

“Yes I think time is just such a mistake just reprimanded until Rara nangis. It looks so swollen eyes, but I'm also strange, why Rara dared to run away so from the company. Not afraid of getting fired?”

“Why don't you ask your friend directly, what's the matter. He hasn't worked long, has he? A month just how many days. How dare only because of the heartache keep going home first. Yeah hell, weird as you say.”

“But, I suspect between Rara and her boss it's nothing.”

“There's nothing how?”

“Yes like us, there is a special relationship like that, hehe,” said Retno ended up laughing a little embarrassed.

“Ah, you are ngaco. The ancient sir already has a wife, your temen time wants to be an actor?”

“Yes also yes, no thought, if my friend will call someone's husband, he's the person not much behavior,” replied Retno, although he himself is not completely sure. Someone can change at any time.  

“Ya already, later if you see your friend the atmosphere is already good, try to be asked. Fear actually he likes the boss, we do not know the character of the person who used to be in them so how. If kepepet or there is another purpose, we do not know.”

Retno continued to eat with her fiance, but in between meals, she thought what Hendra said was true as well.

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Her level legs were smooth white, her waist was slender as well as her face was slippery white without the slightest acne. Her long hair over the shoulders, curls, she let it slide away.

While Purba is ready with his casual clothes, blue dongker shirts, Levi’s subordinates are black. Ancient included men who liked the dark color.

The plan is they will watch. After their hot game that morning, the mind was cleared to watch the movie they saw in the trailer on social media.

Today Mona is really happy with the changes of Ancient that during their marriage, which almost a year ago may be very sweet to her.

At the dinner table Mona also prepared food for the Ancient.  They had breakfast together even though breakfast was bad luck, because this already showed at 10:00 Wib

The ancients did not go to the office, because he was already used to persuade Mona. However, Purba has sent a message to Bizar, to handle work at the office.

“Mas we go to papa's house first yes, it's been a long time we did not visit there,” pinta Mona, just before they headed for the car.

“Iya,” says Purba briefly.

While they were eating, someone called Mona's cell phone, which was on the table, and was seen calling her on Bram's behalf. Ancient glances at the phone happened to be ancient also beside Mona.

“Why not lift?” old man asked, as Mona ignored the call.

“I'm sure I'm lifting? Later I play again with them to the discotheque,” said Mona, with a spoiled glance.

The ancients only took a breath.

“We are rich daily gini, yes. You don't squint anymore with me. I can be a sweet good wife and we should be able to have another child, right? I'll be consul, see a doctor. This is the next time I can have another child. Anyway I will be a good wife and mother,” Mona explained, with a very happy expression.

“As far as you are,” said Purba casually.

The meal was over, Purba headed for the car first. Because Mona had something left behind so she headed back to her room.

When he was in the car he checked his phone there might be incoming messages from a call client or some incoming emails. His face was cramped when he saw the message from Rara

I thought he would ignore me, the primordial inner.

Seeing Rara's message that was responded to normally made primordia smile, apparently she was not angry. Ancient thought his message would be reciprocated, super ketus and long. Usually when women are angry, it's like that.

Then the primeval reply with a voice note, because Mona saw already out of the house. So that if you type long, fear of being caught, add problems.

‘Yes yesterday's problem I'm sorry too. And today why don't you go to work you're sick? Do I need to see a doctor?’ reply voice note Purba.

Mona had already opened the car door to coincide when primordia finished replying to chat, a little nervous, although Purba still felt with Rara nothing had happened.  But somehow when he interacts with Rara, as if afraid of being discovered by anyone, especially near Mona.

A lot of work, huh Mas? How come your face is like that anxious?” asked Mona, as she sat in the car.

“Biasalah,” Reply Ancient, Brief.

Seriate....