Twins A And Miss Cheriwis
Chapters. 137 - Hundreds of butterflies
Abash looked at the face of Sifa who was making hot chocolate for the two of them.
"This, sir," Sifa said to Abash, giving him a cup of warm chocolate.
"Kok Mr anyway? We are no longer in the office and in a public place, Sifa," Abash scolded in a spoiled tone.
Sifa opened her eyes, the girl was amazed by the lover who usually always sounded cold and dignified but now even sounded very adorable.
"Why? Is there something wrong with my face?" abash asked while touching his face.
"Huh, uh that..." Sifa was nervous to see the other side of her lover.
"Aren't you dumb?" asked Abash who was standing nearby. "You're not sick anymore, are you?" abash said while hugging Sifa's cheek.
"No, I'm not sick anymore" Sifa said, lowering Abash's hand from her cheek.
Abash smiled slantingly as he saw the lover avoiding the look in his eyes.
"It's over, isn't it chocolate? What if we start learning again?" take Abash who does not want to get too carried away. It could be dangerous if he was released from seeing Sifa's extremely adorable face.
"Yes, it's done. Come on, sir," take Sifa to the living room.
"Sir?" admonish Abash with a dislike.
"Eh, I mean," Sifa quickly ralat. The girl immediately walked quickly to the living room followed by Abash.
"Sifa," call Abash.
"Hmm?"
"You have to stay away from Bimo" said Abash, who recalled that the man named Bimo liked his girlfriend.
"Yes, sir, uh, Mas. I don't like Mas Bimo anyway" Sifa replied, looking at Abash.
Abash clucked in annoyance, as the lover called Bimo Mas.
"Why?" sifa asked who heard the whisper from her lover.
"I don't like you calling him 'Mas', Abash said with a slightly laced lip.
"It's just a call, Mas, there is no feeling when I call him that," said Sifa. "Different when I call Mas with the name 'Mas'," said Sifa timidly.
Abash, who saw the lover's face, felt hundreds of butterflies flying nearby.
"So, you call me 'Mas', how do you feel?" abash asked in a seductive tone.
"That's ...."
Abash slowly shifted his seat and drew closer to Sifa.
"I-it, I .. emm ..."
"What is it like as if there are hundreds or thousands of butterflies surrounding you?" abash whispered in front of Sifa's face.
Slowly, Sifa nodded her head, confirming what Abash had said.
"Tell me, what do you feel when you call me?" ask Abash.
"Sa-I feel like I'm in a dream" replied Sifa nervously. "I never thought I'd be the girlfriend of my own boss" she said.
"It shouldn't be a girlfriend, but a wife" Abash said.
"Sorry," Sifa's great-grandson felt guilty.
"Hmm, I'm sorry you. But, when that time has come, you must be prepared to accept me as your future husband. Because I will announce to everyone, if I love you," said Abash who made Sifa's face more blushing.
Abash landed a kiss on his forehead, causing Sifa to slowly close her eyes.
"I won't do anything more, because I'm afraid I can't control myself not to do more" Abash whispered and immediately kept a distance from Sifa.
Sifa opened her eyes and smiled slightly. "Thank you, Mom," said the girl with an increasingly flowery feeling.
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Morning greeted so beautifully, Arash who got sick leave for three days, took advantage of the time to heat his favorite motorbike.
"Where are you going?" asked Mama Kesya who had seen the son was neat.
"You're ngojek, Ma. Take a day off" replied Arash. "All the motorbike, it has been a long time also not carried the bike," he continued.
"Duh, you are this. Just got out of the hospital, even already want to play hot," Mama Kesya grumbled.
"Just a minute, Ma. It's just a motorbike, so the engine doesn't get cold" Arash said.
"Hmm, yeah if so. Ah yes, Mama asked for help you deliver this money to Aunt Lena, can you? ATM Aunt Lena swallowed the machine this morning, so can not withdraw money," said Mama Kesya.
"Every Queen Mother" said Arash, saluting in her vain manner.
Elsewhere, the Princess had just finished her bath and rushed to dress neatly. The girl seemed to be in a hurry because she had to wash her underwear as well as her sheets that were stained by her menstrual blood.
"Jek please, let's be fast," said Putri while ordering online ojek in the application.
When he found the driver, the Princess slightly frowned when she saw the familiar name and face on her phone.
"Then anyway? Ah, it's impossible. When he's ngojek?" lirih Putri and ignore who is the driver ojeknya.
In the current Princess's mind is, she must immediately arrive at the office so as not to be late for work.