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The pellets!!

And finally Alia had to explain at length the width in outline to her two friends. The mistrustful Sister and the suspicious Susi.

"The figure is directly in love so. I know really well that that's so-so. sure I, you must use a tak-tikkan to sir Typhoon fell in love with you.." susi blatantly.

"Tactics?? yes where there is mbak.." sahut Alia as it is and allow the friend to taste some snacks on the dining table.

Mangut-mangut.

"Yes really tuh" timpal Puput supports Susi's accusation.

Alia just shook her head.

"Yes, it's up to you to believe what you don't" replied Alia still friendly.

The two friends only heard an unsatisfactory answer from such a lucky friend.

"You see, I want to work in this house too." said Puput.

Alia heard him shake her head.

But Susi directly hit the shoulder of the friend to keep her mouth.

Sprain puput hit so.

"But congratulations, Alia you get a rich man's husband." said Puput halfheartedly.

Alia smiled biasedly.

"Mbak Puput also. do not because looking rich, believe me.search a man who loves mbak for what it is, it is much more important." said Alia. "Because money can be found, but it is convenient not necessarily can be easily obtained." Alia's message is full of meaning.

Susi and Puput only heard the message like the wind. They do not really understand, for both rich men it is a priority because it can make them escape from poverty that has occurred from generations.

"Yes, you're good at talking, you got Typhoon..Duda, rich again.." quipped Puput ketus.

Alia could not interrupt, yes for him there was nothing to reply, anyway Puput's speech had a point. Her husband is Duda, and the rich are the pluses.

"So where have you been all this time??" susi asked while sipping chocolate barley bread on the dining table. " We came twice but the house is empty, but we want to turn back yesterday.."

"Oh, it's because I have to go with a friend. So two days Alia nginep there with mom.."

"So?? did you marry Siri nie to Typhoon?" ask the Escapees who keep nudging.

"No, there's an official wedding book"

Sontak Puput and Susi were stunned.

"Siri no?"

"No" replied Alia.

"Waah really lucky you are Alia. Seriously I thought you married the same series Mr. Typhoon.."

Alia laughed a little.

"Why do you think so?"

"Yes, who knows Mr. Typhoon is just playing around.kan rich people like that.what else our status is only poor Alia, they must be looking for good seedlings for their offspring" explained Susi.

Alia just smiled as she sighed. Maybe if he told me more details about who he was, maybe friends would think it was a lie. Who would believe a rich ex-wife would be a maid.

"That means Mr. Typhoon really likes you Alia, love.." exclaimed Susi thought seriously. "Until your marriage is official, it's a sign that he is not choosy about your status." Susi's dream is serious.

"Eh, how? good not to have a Cyclone??" asked the suddenly curious puput.

Alia dumbfounded.

"Ah, that's a secret dong mbak.." elak Alia shy.

"Ikh, you are a secret..why story??" persuade the puput who was curious.

Alia shook her head, she felt it was inappropriate to tell her bed with her two friends.

Alia just smiled. And give the friend continues to press wonder at the story of his love with the husband.

On the sidelines of the chatter, suddenly there was the sound of the door being knocked.

Tok.dok..

All three were shocked.

"There's guests?" ask Susi.

Alia's forehead is linked.

Tok..tok.tok.tok.again door knocked.

"Hmm, hold on. mbak.. Alia look at it first. don't papa you guys just sit down and eat the snack." said Alia who left the room.

Before long the door opened and a young man stood up with a smile.

"Good morning.sorry to interrupt, is this really Alia's house?" ask the young man kindly.

Alia was a little hesitant when she heard the young man say home to her.

"Hmm, yes.. I am Alia... Who are you?? what's the need??" alia asked carefully.

The man's face was instantly relieved.

"Aaah, finally his house met as well. I'm Arif from a Honda dealer mbak.."

Alia wonder.

"Honda Dealer?? sorry what's the business with me?" ask Alia back.

The man immediately took out a letter and gave it to Alia.

Alia looked with a confused face.

"What is this??" ask Alia.

"It was read by mbak." said the young man was polite.

Alia opened the letter sheet that was seen. And both of his eyes quickly read the contents of the letter.

Alia's face changed.

"Honda City's car?? meaning?"

"Suami mbak, Mr. Typhoon ordered 4 days ago and this is said to be a gift for mbak Alia.."

Degs.. Alia's riveted.

"Gift??" alia's repeating can't believe it.

"Yes, let's see the car.." take the young man by walking.

Soon Puput and Susi approached Alia.

"Who's Alia?"

"Hm, the car dealer's man"

"Huh? a car?" exclaim Susi wonder.

"Come, mbak Alia diiat this gift car from her husband. "take the young man who had first come down from the porch of the house.

Sontak Puput and Susi were stunned not overcast.

"Waaaah, really you are Alia. use what pellets you until the Cyclone pack so much love to buy in cars everything.." Ceplos Puput who really envied. "Wah.wah outrageous you Alia.your path if not for the science of pellets" said the increasingly burning Pupit.

Alia can only look away so wrong.

And before long a new red City Honda car came down from a large truck that took him to the yard number 15.

"Mas Typhoon.." whispered the speechless Alia got a gift that was so surprising.

"Typhoon did you know?? if his wife can't drive." said Alia batin.

***

And in the ongoing courtroom. It appears that Typhoon is reading a very important message.

"Greetings, Cyclone.. Arif has sent a car for your wife, thank you, hopefully comfortable driving sir.." a short message from the car dealer sales.

And before long a photo file was too dark a message.

Alia the wife was photographed with the sales as a sign that the gift was sampi in the hands of the wife.

Typhoon smiled with satisfaction. Yes, the dream that was once one by one he realized with the woman who became his wife.

Jemari Typhoon rubbing the photo of the wife.

"Hindu.." whispered Inner Typhoon.

But not long heard by the judge. He kept his phone, then refocused on the divorce courtroom that he would handle for the last time.

"We object, Your Majesty." refuted the Typhoon spoke up in the middle of the courtroom which was starting to heat up.