When I Meet You (Romantic Scandal)
Be present.

Michelle and Paijo grinned as if they saw the combination of comedy and seriousness that was happening in front of them.

Marisa admires the two with similar beaming eyes watching masterpiece paintings from famous writers in art museums.

Prambudi crossed his arms while prying eyes. He thought wandering about thinking about his daughter's future fate.

On the other hand, Kusumonegoro is busy splitting chocolate tarts and distributing them to his family as a snack to watch with the couple with a paper plate accompanied by a plastic fork that has been prepared.

“Come... Let's eat first, ndak luwe, bestie.” he said while cutting the biggest tart and bringing it to the front of the television. Apparently Kusumonegoro is reluctant like his iron that is at the forefront of terrorizing the harmony of the newlyweds. No idea, but for Marisa who is good at seducing how easy it is to give once a crazy seduction with a strong sentence, ”not papa kus sir, not sinful really. Only silahturahmi only.”

Since Kusumonegoro inherited the inability to resist and grumble blatantly he agreed to follow his irony so that he could only rotate his eyeballs repeatedly when the chatter finally occurred.

Michelle covered her face with both hands.

“Take mom home, Pa. Michelle before you, you guys bother!”

“Our bill interrupts, Jo?” ask Prambudi.

Paijo who was hit by a maneuver from Prambudi gasped faintly while grimacing wider.

Tenan asem. Just become an official ghost a day already have to lick the tongue.

Paijo shook his head faintly while clucking in anxiety. “No, Sir. We just relax again while waiting for dusk.”

“What is the twilight time?” prambudi.

“Sun is sinking, papa.” replied Michelle. “Romantis.”

“Not that twilight time ghost time haunt, Jon?” sahut Kusumonegoro who took the attention of everyone with a sharp eye glint.

Paijo snorted inwardly. Ndadak melu-melu, sir. (Suddenly following along, sir. )

While Michelle glared in amazement. Answer is normal, Jon. Answer the rational. Hope it's in your heart while embracing Paijo's arm. Why is Paijo talking about twilight? Is there any other more romantic reason?

“Yoo if you want to pass the twilight time find a place to, sir. Not also to want romantic-romantic in the grave especially with the intention of waiting for ghosts.” said Paijo with the tone as normal as possible.

“Then what do you think this romantic definition is, Cell?” serang Prambudi's.

Michelle who changed to get the attack of the question perplexed despite saying what sentence.

“Kok Iceland, Pa?” protests later.

Prambudi crossed his arms while sighing. “You yourself said romantic. Forgot?”

“Lupa-forget remember, because Iceland only remembers Paijo a.” he said cheerfully.

Today arrived too. princess papa began to move to another heart. Good, freelance responsibility. Slamet-slametic. Relieved, gibberish.

“It's black, sweet again. It looks like papa soy sauce, it's delicious. Yummy...” compliment Michelle with a beaming face.

The men instantly directed their gazes towards Paijo with jijayy expressions... Paijo himself smiled with force.

I don't know what he has to do, clumsy yes, panic yes, difficult to breathe also yes, even it feels like moving as in the eyes.

Paijo grimacing. “Maap yoo.” said nervously.

“It's good that only Michelle is crazy about you, Jon. I'm so grand even though you look like soy sauce.” Dominic spray.

And as impromptu superstars, Paijo and Michelle are just in the midst of Marisa's eye-catching gaze.

“How's the spray, baby?”

“What spray, Ma? Air shower?”

Marisa looked at her husband, her eyes asking. Could it be that his daughter did not understand what kind of spout he was referring to.

“The blast is dear... That..” Marisa blinked her eyes.

“Cookies know?” ask Michelle with a plain face to Paijo.

Paijo kontan shook his head while rewinding his body.

Haven't been sprayed outside mbok, don't know him yet.

Marisa tilted her head, narrowing her eyes to Paijo.

“Yakin don't know? Ih, time anyway... Mama don't believe.”

“Inside, Mbok.” says Paijo shy.

Prancing... Kusumonegoro accidentally dropped the chair beside him until attention to his son moved to him.

”Sorry you are a nudge. Ostentatious... Ostentatious... Continued.” said Kusumonegoro while fixing his chair. She grimaced back to watching television.

Paijo breathed a sigh of relief. While Michelle was still acting as a plonga-plongo while leaning her head on Paijo's shoulder. He blinked his eyes at his father. Prambudi was singing his lips. Males. Got another grandchild, another bresteran, another party, out the money again. Uoh... He had to pull out his fangs to bite off investors and clients in order for more money to flow into the pockets of his descendants.

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