When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Messed
Paijo and Kusumonegoro smiled proudly after presenting a stunning and lively scene in the courtyard of Prambudi Dwayne's house. The sound of a legitimate cow speaks like the sound of a violin playing melodious.
20 Cows of the same type, white cows and five-month limousine saplings that relax the hearts of both. Paijo's struggle from seducing his father, searching, bidding on cow prices and renting a Fuso truck paid off. In addition, the bonus calf that still roams around in the luxury house exaggerates the dowry requirements proposed by the Michelle family.
Mahar affairs ⁇ ️
Marisa Affairs ❎
“Mantep yo, Sir. Buy a cow instead of making a victim of Eid al-Adha but become a victim of feelings.”
“Feelings!” sahut Kusumonegoro, the sight of cows that usually live in makeshift stables with piles of dirt now looks luxurious and special when in a nice and beautiful place.
“Where are you? Besan is not welcome even screams. Piye to your mother that, not polite!”
The insinuations chalked from the translucent side door of the backyard.
“Paijoooo... Little cows enter the pool..” cried Marisa with a gasp of breath.
Paijo and Kusumonegoro turned their heads together, a familiar scream in their ears but the bone-white face mask on his face made Kusumonegoro hiss.
“Wes white coke flour.” (It's white coke powder'an flour )
Paijo widened while moving from the steps of the terrace of the house. He left his father who nagged his reluctant besi through the many cows that adorned his yard.
“Your phone when in uber-uber pedet. Macem-macem kok same Kusumonegoro, kualat.”
Paijo put on a smile in front of Marisa who widened her eyes to see how exotic Paijo's skin was.
“It's black now, Jo.”
“Ngarit me, Aunt.”
“Ngarit, what is ngarit?”
“Find the lamb, eat the cow.”
In Marisa's bright and modern brain, finding the slow to eat cows is easy. He only knows the sluggish as a type of food. It is unthinkable that the hamban is the suket and grass that must be in search of its existence, even bought from elephant grass farmers. Rice straw must also be collected from the rest of the harvest in the rice fields for additional feed, not yet bran.
“Use spf 50+ dong, let's not gosong!”
Spf 50+, opo kui?
Paijo simply nodded his head as he followed Marisa into the backyard in quick steps.
“You help that little cow, Jo... Can die it mostly drink water.”
Paijo glanced at her in-laws cynically.
The cow meneh, the cow continues. Just wanted to rest, Mom.
“Buruan, Jo. Look at him gasp. Chalk..” Byur... Marisa pushes Paijo into the pool.
The man rushed to the surface of the water with a brown-haired little cow shocked to see him join the water.
Mikul duwur mendhem... Johs... Johs... Repot, sure...
”You hurry please that little cow, Jo. After that dry with a towel.”
Mbokmu, Cell. Padake I'm a pedet handler... (Your mother, Cell. I thought I was a calf handler )
Paijo took off the jacket he was wearing while putting it by the pool.
For the sake of blessing and that little cow. I gave up the rest of my energy.
Paijo's swimming skills are tested again after he once saved Michelle, now he must save the dowry bonus which seems to be getting tired of learning to swim.
Paijo thronged the little cows swimming randomly along the pool with difficulty, Paijo was silent for a moment, his breath was snorting, the cheers from Marisa also felt annoying.
I want to give up, I want to despair. This time of orientation is really draining pockets and energy.
Paijo pushed the calf to the edge of the column after the cow approached. Unconcerned by the agile reaction of the cow swinging its legs, Paijo continued to push it to the edge of the pool. Paijo braced his horses while pushing the calf firmly into the pool.
The little cow slumped on the grass while the exhausted Paijo crawled to the edge of the pool slowly and laid himself on the grass while squinting at the blinding sunlight.
Marisa found the little cow moving into the rinsing area. He sprinted and locked the two-meter-high door.
“Aman guys, safe.” Marisa approached Paijo with tired steps.
“You're tired, Jo. Michelle was just on the way, her artificial breath later. You take a shower there, put on the clothes of the dombret.”
Paijo drove out his mother-in-law with a flick of his hand. Marisa pursed her lips, to the thought of a wet calf's hair that should be in a must while Paijo seemed tired not playing.
“Tante take the Stacy blower first be the same clothes change you.”
“Wes... wes.. no need Auntie, I brought a change of clothes in the truck!” sahut Paijou.
“Okay, let Ted...Ted took your change of clothes. Eh but who are the fathers who wear the peci earlier, the father of penghulu? You immediately collect promise?”
“That's my father yoo... Mr Kusumo!” paijo Sentak half a mangkel. Mr. Penghulu frommana, wong is very fierce so penghulu.
Marisa nodded her head. “OK deh, Auntie get ready first same clean-up house. Our cow business rests for a while until lunch.”
“Serah Aunty only.”
Marisa left Paijo who rubbed her face violently for a moment.
“Facing kenthir breed dropper without her handler makes my head migrant. I told him to go nganduki pedet, spec bidadari Harley Quinn aja I often refuse. This is instead ono-ono wae, Gusti.”.
Paijo turned his head, Kusumonegoro grimaced from afar after throwing an ornamental stone at him.
“Kapok, breadfruit... Rasakno..”.
Paijo turned his back on his father, who mocked him with satisfaction.
“You... Jon... Messy..”
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