
"Gio's... You went straight to Mas Arka's office today, right?" Nara asked as her sister was having breakfast.
Gio nodded while devouring the breakfast served.
"Titip this yes, make Arka mas." Nara put the lunchbox on the table.
Gio looked at the lunchbox, then saw Nara. Her brother smiled indistinctly at her.
"No way." Reject Gio quickly.
"Guo!!!" Nara shook her sister's arm.
"Yes-yes." Gio according to.
"Please, my dear brother." Persuade Nara gently.
"Basic bucin!" Ledek Gio's.
After breakfast, Gio said. He rolled his lazy eyeballs, Nara from earlier kept warning him not to forget to give his title to Arka.
Before long, Gio arrived at Arka's office. Upon entering the loby, he saw Arka already standing waiting for him.
'I'm welcomed brother-in-law!' Gio smiled happily and walked over.
"Where?" Arka also won.
"Where's what?" Gio asked confusedly.
"Considerate your brother." Arka is back.
"Here." Gio gives it to Arka.
"Thank you." Arka was full of smiles looking at Nara's seat. His wife bothered to make breakfast.
"Good morning, sir." Sam came to them.
"August, Sam. Oh yes Sam. It's Gio who will replace Nara. Please take care of it." The Pinta Arka that Sam belonged to.
"Gio, you can ask Sam what your job is. I went up first. I want to finish this special breakfast." Arka shows Nara's hand. Then he left with a smile that continued to widen.
'He's not here to greet me, but to take Nara's sack! basic bucin!' Gio mumbled in the heart. No Nara, no Arka they are both the same.
Arka had arrived in his room, he sat on the sofa while video calling.
"Darling, what is this breakfast?" Ask Arka while opening the food box from Nara.
"Just open it, Mom. I hope Mas Arka likes it."
"definitely. Whatever you do, I'd love it." Answer Arka fast. "I ate it?"
Nara nodded. Arka also devoured fried rice made by Nara.
"Dear, this is so good." Praise Arka.
"really?"
"Yes, it's delicious. Have you eaten?" Ask Arka back.
"Yes..'ve eaten me, Mas."
"Dear, I-I"
"Mas, finish the meal first. Just keep talking." Nara reminded. Talking while eating is not clear what will be discussed later.
Arka nodded and devoured quickly. Nara smiles at Arka.
'Did I say I met Adam last night?' Arka is confused whether or not to tell Nara.
"Darling... I miss you." Arka said after finishing her second breakfast that morning.
"Mas Arka Lebay. Just miss it." Ledek Nara pouted his lips.
"Don't you miss me, baby?" Tanya Arka was serious. He felt a deep longing, but his future wife did not.
"You know what?!" Nara's getting better at Ark.
"Nara!" Arka was anxious, he wanted to pull the woman's nose. But, it was his fault at the moment that he could not touch her.
"Mas, I'm closing yes. Arka will continue to work." Nara felt that it was enough they let go of longing. Arka has to come back with her job and responsibilities.
"Where are you going?" Ask Arka with a gloomy face. I don't want to end their calls. His longing still felt.
"I'm gonna take a shower, Mom." Nara.
"I'm coming along." Said Arka while laughing softly. He would tempt his future wife.
"Come, Mum!" Challenge Nara.
"Seriously? let me slide now!" Arka looked excited.
"If Mas Arka did not hesitate with Dad." Nara gave a smile reminding Arka.
Arka's face was so excited, suddenly pale. If he goes there, Nara's father's judgment on her will diminish.
"Review ya, baby. After we got married"
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"Happy work, Mas Arka. Lovely darling..." Nara ended the call.
Arka smiles, although Nara has decided on their call.
"Lake in."
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"Mario's eating, son?" Ask Adam who is currently video calling with the son.
"Pa-w." Said the boy.
Adam smiled. His son could only still say that.
"When do you go home, Bang?" Tanya Miss later.
"About two weeks away." Adam also told.
"Old kok? He said three days?"
"Yes, there's something you have to finish here. Mario's big brother." Adam refused. But if he refuses. Their performance will be questioned. He had to obey his boss to take care of Mario. If he is fired, Yola could take custody of Mario easily. That can't happen.
"Hm... Come home with lots of souvenirs!"
"Yes. Later you add your pocket money too."
"Ok deal." Miss smiling happily.
"Mario is so sleepy. Get him to sleep there."
"Yes, don't forget the promise." Homesickness reminds.
Adam nodded and soon the call ended.
Adam massaged his temple. He was assigned up to 2 weeks of out-of-town service. He remembered Nara this week was getting married to Arka.
Arka was pressing her phone. Send a message to Nara.
In Nara's room, the woman lies down with a mask on her face.
Nara grabs the phone and opens her social media. He wanted to post something.
"What's this?" Nara asked confusedly.
Adam: You're going to marry Arka?
Adam: why not invite me?
'Does he know?'
Nara is confused to reply to a message or not. Whether to tell Arka or not, if Adam sent him a message.
Adam: you don't want to come back to me and prefer him?
Adam: Is it because Arka is richer than me?
Adam: Why are you matre now?
Nara's breathing rumbled, reading one by one the incoming messages. He did not like Adam's comments about him.
Adam said something about himself. That guy is too childish. Does Nara care about marrying anyone? They are also divorced.
Nara replies to Adam's message with an emotion-restraining face.
While Adam, exhaled many times. He had sent a message to the woman he considered the matre.
'Returned!' Adam pressed his phone.
Nara: Who are you?
Adam grunted in annoyance. Of the many messages sent. Nara just replied to that. It was as if she never knew him again.
Adam returns a message to Nara.
'She did he reply again?!' Nara murmured, Adam replied to her message.
Adam: You will regret marrying Arka. Remember Nara, all men want offspring. You should be aware of your shortcomings.
Nara's tears fell reading a message that hurt her heart so much.
'Adam sia-lan!!!' Maki Nara in heart. Arka alone is not a problem with its flaws. Why would Adam even equate all men like him?
Nara pressed her phone back. He will block Adam. So that the man can't say anything bad about her anymore.
'They are different, they are different, they are different.' Nara convinced her heart.
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