The Love Struggle of Young Miss
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While walking out of the room, Nathan tries to contact Zack. However, none of his calls were raised at all. The man was also angry. Where does he have to find a lick this early? When people sleep well.

"For Nathan junior." Nathan tried to encourage himself. He opened the garage door and got into one of the cars there. Seeing his master about to leave, two men in charge of guarding the mansion walked over.

"Where are you going, sir?" ask one of them.

"I want to take a peek at the tempe," Nathan said. The two men were shocked to hear Nathan's reply. "Do you know where the seller is?" coined.

"To my knowledge there are no sellers cilok this hour, let alone the contents of tempe, just plain cilok no seller," said they politely. Nathan who was already holding the steering wheel only let out a long sigh.

"But I have to keep looking for him, so that my son is not upset" Nathan said lethargicly. He felt so reluctant, but he still had to obey his wife.

"Do you know where the cilok seller's house is?" Nathan turned to lean on the seat he was sitting in.

"I know, Sir. It just so happens to be his house next to my uncle." Hearing his men's answers, Nathan smiled.

"Turn me there. Whatever it costs I'll pay for it." Nathan spoke enthusiastically. One of the men nodded in agreement, then told Nathan to move next door because he would take over the steering wheel.

The car came out of Alexander's mansion, heading to the house of the cilok seller. During the trip, Nathan tried to resist sleepiness, while the men focused on the wheel.

A few minutes away, they stopped in front of a simple house that was still dark. Nathan felt bad, he was sure that the owner of the house was sleeping well. He was eager to undo his intentions, but when he remembered whatever he wanted to do, Nathan finally got out of the car.

With lethargic steps, the man walked behind his men, approaching the house. However, just as his men's hands were about to knock on the door, Nathan's phone rang. The man reached into the cell phone from his pants pocket and gave the code to his men to stop first.

"Hallo, Beb." Nathan answered a quick call from his wife.

"Where are you?" The voice from across the phone sounded so sniffy.

"I'm again in front of the cilok seller's house. Want to make your order." Nathan tried to neutralize his voice.

"You're right, Mom! Don't disturb the sleep of others!" Nathan put his phone away when he heard Nadira's deafening cry.

"Beb, it's for the sake of our baby. I don't want my descendants to be reelingan later" Nathan said.

"But, Beb ...."

"Go home, I can't wait to try this recipe with you."

Not yet answered, the call had just been cut off. Nathan stared at the screen of his phone that was still on furiously.

"Let's go home, my wife asks to make her own." Nathan turned around and followed the men. The man's lips just now continued to grumble. As soon as the car door was open, Nathan immediately threw his body down with a rough sigh.

"We're sure to go back to the Mansion, sir?" ask Nathan's men.

"Yes, wake me when I get to the mansion." Nathan yawned, then closed his eyes to treat the unstoppable drowsiness. The man just nodded and drove the car.

However, just closing his eyes, Nathan's phone rang again, leaving the man's eyes open again. He immediately picked up the phone, and let out a rough sigh as he saw his wife's name on the screen. Nathan's feelings are not good.

"Hallo, Baby. What's up again? So you just buy the ciloknya?" nathan asked, he gave the code to his men to slow down the pace of his vehicle.

"No! I wanted to make a peek with you, but there was no stock of tempeh at home. Will you stop by the market to buy tempeh?" pinta Nadira is hesitant.

"Is the market open at this hour?" nathan asked his men.

"There, Sir. In the traditional market open from one o'clock in the morning," he said politely.

"Alright, Beb. I'm looking for you. Wait a minute, yes" Nathan said softly even though in his heart he grumbled.

"False, Mas. I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Muach! Muach!" Nathan was so excited this time. He then turned off the call.

"Mother cravings are weird, aren't they?" nathan asked, putting his phone back in his pocket.

"From what I hear it is, sir. You as a candidate must always be patient." Nathan's men drove his car to the traditional market which is quite far from there. Nathan no longer spoke, only closing his eyes with a long sigh.