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A beautiful, Belgian-Indonesian stucco girl walks in Soekarno Hatta airport, the girl pulls her Louis Vuitton suitcase. All the things that stick to his body are not cheap. Her beauty radiates clearly. No one expected her to be 30 years old, the girl walked with calm and steady steps.
The woman's phone rang, she quickly picked up her phone.
"Becca ?"
"Cil, help me. I was in prison, my parents were out of hand. I need your help," Becca's cerocos across the phone.
"Why ?"
"Ha. I got her fiance Duke raped..."
"What ?? Are you kidding me ? (What ? You kidding me?) Lo crazy well, my God Becca," said Cicil, he was not out of thought with the thoughts of his best friend.
"Cil, you know I love the Duke, I accept he wants to marry someone else," Becca exasperated.
"Lo is not love, you are obsessed with the Duke, Bec," said Cicil annoyed, although in his heart he knew, who could not escape the charm of the Duke of Berutti, Cicil was one of the women who had felt the Duke's greatness on the bed.
"Come on, Cil. Help me..!" becca Pinta.
"What's in it for me ?" cicil asked, as he continued walking towards the airport exit.
"Lo back to Indonesia to get Juan again, right."
Cicil stopped his steps, began to focus on Becca's words. "Gue didn't come home because he wanted to get it, Juan again, Bec. My story is the same he ended 3 years ago."
"Bullshit, Cil. You want to lose the fans. I asked elo, it has been 8 months Juan did not call elo, right, but usually Juan call you continuously," said Becca while chuckling.
Goddamn it, Becca really knows him inside and out. Cicil has really broken up with Juan, it's been 3 years Cicil cut off relations with Juan. Cicil really humiliated Juan all-out, and Cicil liked him. For 3 years, Juan called back and forth, begging him to come back, even humbling himself as a man to ask Cicil to come back.
Cicil likes it, there is a satisfaction when he knows there is a man that Cicil can treat as he pleases, especially the man comes from the richest family in Indonesia, one of the 9 dragon family of Indonesia. Juan Wijaya, the only son of the Wijaya family.
But since 8 months ago, Juan has never contacted him at all, even the flower delivery that Cicil always received he never received again. Juan was completely lost to the earth.
"Okay, I'm looking for Juan, but I don't want to go back. Who wants to turn Juan's rich guy around. I just want my pet, back..!" cicil said while confirming his glasses.
"Damn, Cil. You have hahaha...!" becca said while chuckling.
"What are the benefits to me, if I am free ?" ask Cicil.
"Juan wants to get married..."
"Bullshit, don't lie Bec. 3 years she begged me. There's no way she's suddenly getting married," Cicil was shocked by Becca's words.
"So. you're gonna need a lot of help to make Juan again right. You need my help, bebz..!!" Becca convinces Cicil. He really needed the connection from the Cicil family, his family didn't want to help him, Juan really made his family not want to help him at all. The only one who can help him is the connection of the Cicil family.
"OK, I will help you, but first what's the name of Juan's future wife ?" cicil asked as he handed his suitcase to the driver of his family.
"Iis her name is Iis..."
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HATCHIMM....
Iis sneezing while washing dishes at home, Iis confused why suddenly she sneezed. Is it because the air in Citeko is cold ?
"Iis, look in front of the house what's that noise ?" said Mother who was watching TV.
"Yehh. Look at yourself there. Have feet ngak dipake," maki Iis on Mother, his father's second wife.
Mommy can only mengaumum smile, she is used to hear the grunts of her stepchildren, and for whatever sake she does not care, the important thing is that her ATM balance is filled, she does not care about the Iis nyinyiran.
"IISSC...!! KADIEU (here)," Abah's screams make Iis run towards Abah.
"What's Dad ?" tanya Iis confused.
"Look in front of a lot of people, what's going on ? Jeez papa's head hurts," said Dad while sitting and holding his head.
Iis immediately looked ahead through the window, how shocked Iis was because the yard of her house was suddenly full of journalists. Iis quickly opened the door.
"What's up ?" ask the closest person.
"Is there a thing called Iis ?"
"I am alone? Why ? I have nothing to lose" said Iis puzzled as to why they asked her.
"Aren't you going to marry Juan Wijaya ?"
"Sir Iis, when will I meet Juan Wijaya."
"Sir, do you know who Juan Wijaya is ?"
Iis was speechless at the reporters' questions, her eyes ached getting a flash of camera lights, poignant. Iis quickly slammed the door of her house.
"Who is, what's wrong ? Why are you ?" ask Mr. Apo, while approaching Iis.
"There's nothing, Dad" replied Iis who was still confused.
"Ouch..." Dad held his head, a feeling of dizziness immediately ambushed in his head.
"Dad, is your father papa? Daddy ? MOTHER MOTHER...!" shouting Iis loudly makes Mother come with lazy steps.
"What the hell is it ? Very disturbing." said Mother ketus on Iis.
"Please Daddy, Mommy. Iis wants to call Juan first. In front of a lot of people, all the thoughts about Juan, Iis was confused, he replied, "please Iis, while giving Dad a drink.
"Hadeuh, why else, really bother," said Mother while sitting next to Dad then rubbed Dad's head lazily.
Iis can only clench her hands to hear the words of Mother, I want it to feel I throw the sofa in front of her. Iis called Juan.
"Yes, Honey. Why ?" Juan picked up Iis's phone on the first ring.
"Ju, in front of a lot of reporters, I'm scared. All about our relationship. I'm shocked, Dad got a headache again."
Juan was silent, the news this morning did make Juan smile, the news about him who had sold out, and was going to marry Iis really made a stir. Many times congratulations go into his phone, both from colleagues, friends, friends and family.
"Juan. I can't have another stroke. If he had another stroke, he could have died. If Dad died who would I be? That Jal*ng must have sold all of Dad's assets. I'm doing nothing, I can still make my own money. Who will marry me, who will be my guardian ? Who Ju. hik hikkk I fear.." isak Iis, Iis hates his father but in his little heart he is still afraid to lose his father.
Juan was speechless hearing Iis, "Okay, wait, well, let me settle down. You are at home, and the journalist is gone. Don't cry, Yang."
"Yes, Ju.."
"Udah. Calm down, dear."
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The story of Juan and Iis was well. heheheee.
later it will also boil down to the story of the Duke and Taca really. Because without the Duke and Taca there would be a love story of Juan and Iis..
The kangen komplekan Abah hold.. there are still many Abah behaviors that make ngakak 🙈.
Thank you for reading sorry there are so many typos...
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