The Holy Marriage Storm
Secret Team

The Adi Nugraha corporate office.

His phone clock has shown a figure of 10.00 wib. While Adi still can not concentrate on his work. There were so many documents in front of him, but not a single sheet he had read.

Adi was still thinking about Suci, who he was working on from the morning just playing social media. Adi created fake accounts on facebook, instagram and twitter. Spreading the news that he was looking for someone, and the person he was looking for was none other than Sacred.

He was in some groups on Facebook. Showing the Holy photos in various media. As the news quickly spread, hundreds of comments began to grace his fake account. The result is not in vain. There were some people who briefly saw the existence of Saints, but at the end of the comment was always tucked away not knowing its existence now.

from behind the door, someone knocked on the door.

"Yes in" Adi said loudly, saying,

"Pak Adi." a tall security guard entered the room. "What's the matter, sir?." Ask the security guard who benama Hadi with an awkward tone.

"Pak Hadi's. Sorry to bother you earlier, but I have a duty to Mr. Hadi." Adi said without a stale base.

"Ready to perform the duties sir."

"I asked you to find some team to find my wife."

"Which wife sir?" Mr. Hadi cut off his boss's talk.

"My first wife" Adi replied in a flat voice but remained firm.

"Holy Mother, sir?" asked the security guard once again in disbelief. "Where is the Holy Mother?."

"If I had known I wouldn't have told you to look for him." Adi begins to dislike if his subordinates begin to wonder about his personal life.

"I'm sorry boss" Mr. Hadi frowned, regretting what he said. "Ready, boss."

"You find 4 or 5 people to find my wife. The sooner my wife meets.The more wages you get later."

"Ready sir!"

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In the room, Laras bit his fingertips. He was worried about his honey state, there was a feeling of guilt and on the other side of him there was a feeling of satisfaction. Eventually she could become the only wife who survives in the mansion.

"Holy Master left without having time to bring anything." Laras muttered alone. He bit his lower lip, then let out a short sigh. "Live where the Holy Mother is now." After all during the coexistence of Saints never felt jealous of Laras. But again there is a negative side in him that appears suddenly.

"But it's also convenient that there are no Saints in this house. I can be fully a wife of Adi's mas." Barrel smiled wickedly.

And slowly opened the door of her honeymoon room.

clack.. "Dam.. Mas Adi locked this room."

During this time Laras has often entered the room, but just stop by and no more. There is a great curiosity in Laras about what is in the Holy closet.

"Ras..," Laras felt someone's hand pat him on the shoulder from behind.

Barrel jerked in surprise. "Mother.." Laras' eyes flared up to see the figure of his mother. "Bikin Laras was shocked."

"Well, are you here?." Ask Mother Yati to her daughter.

"Not reaching for ma'am.." Answer Laras as he walks towards the kitchen.

"Don't lie to you Race.." Bu Yati smiled faintly. "Mom can read your mind Lo Ras.."

"Don't think weird, ma'am." Barrel threw his face.

The two walked down the stairs, Bu Yati walked behind Laras.

"You're wondering how many treasures the Saint has, right?" Once again Bu Yati guessed the thought of her beautiful daughter. "Surely Adi had already given so much jewelry and assets to the Woman." Bu Yati is still heating up Laras. "There must be nothing compared to everything Adi has given you. You gave him a son." The middle-aged woman's chatter made Laras semajin filled with a sense of envy.

"Already ma'am., stop comparing aq and mbak Suci." Baras tried to bury his sense of the irish.

Arriving in the kitchen, Laras opened the refrigerator. His hand reached for a bottle of water, he poured the water into a glass and quickly drank it.

During this time he rarely cooked, the Holy One who cooked for the family every day. Even if he cooks at least just instant noodles, instant seasoned fried rice, and egg ceplok.

"I want to cook for Adi's mas. I taught you Dad!." Pinta Laras to her mother.

"You're 5 years married, but you can't cook."

"Mother..,"Laras looked at his mother. "I don't need a lecture ma'am, I need help cooking for my husband."

Miss Lastri's got lips on hers. "Yes-yes Ras.."

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