Why Should Elo Be My Husband!!!
For your sake I'm willing!

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Sari looked at her vibrating phone." Who is bothering me. Don't know what, it's Sunday night" said Sari annoyed.

"Sir Frans? Why did he call me? "Sari scrunched her forehead.

^^^"*Hallo"^^

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^^^"What?!"^^^

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^^^"How can it be?"^^^

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^^^"Alright, thanks for the info pak*."^^^

"Suck!" Sari throws her phone into the corner of the sofa.

His chest was so tight, and his tears seemed to urge this out.

"Why can they do this as me." muttered Sari inexhaustibly.

"Gue should clarify this? I don't want to be bad to think, who knows Frans got the wrong info."

Sari took back her phone and went out, she went to the swimming column.

Without Sari realizing from earlier Vicky heard the conversation. And he was puzzled as to what was the cause that made his wife look so wrathful.

From the balcony of the room, Vicky could see Sari sitting by the swimming column.

"What exactly happened, why did he look so angry?"

"Gue has to find out."

Decided to approach Sari. When down the stairs Vicky saw mbok Darmi bring a bowl of boiled noodles for Sari.

"Mr.."Mbok Darmi stopped his steps when he was about to get out of the door.

"Yes Den, what's up ?"

"That's for Sari?"ask Vicky

"Yes Den, Non Sari asked to make boiled noodles."

"Yaudah, let me bring you this." Bargain Vicky was about to take the tray.

"Ehhh, don't den. For now, better aden, do not need to find Miss first." said mbok Darmi.

Vicky frowned. " Well, why ?"

"Now the mood of the lady is not good anymore, Den. Later than Aden Vicky got spray so I want to - wanti now." explained mboke Darmi.

"Ooo, it's okay - what mbok, I'm used to spray the same he." replied Vicky smiled.

"Here, let me deliver this. Mbok rest aja, it's late at night also said Mr. Mamat had been waiting in the room" said Vicky while showing off his white teeth.

"Yes already this. But later if Non Sari is anything - would you please call mbok ya."take the tray to Vicky.

"Yes, without telling me I would do it too."

Vicky passed by leaving the mbok still standing by the door.

"Hopefully everything is fine." murmured mbok Darmi.

Vicky walked slowly."Mbok really long" said Sari.

"Where's the problem?" Sari stretched her hand back, without looking.

Vicky looked at the tray and there was a box of tissue, Vicky held out the box of tissue.

"Where's the noodle? Hisk hiks" said Sari with a slight hiccup

"He's crying?" inner Vicky.

"Well, how quiet is that?" Sari looked back, she was very surprised when she found Vicky who was standing behind her instead of Darmi.

Sari quickly wiped away the rest of her tears "Ngapai lo here?" ask Sari coldly.

Vicky walked up to Sari, put down his tray and squatted down next to his wife.

"Why cry? What's going on?"ask Vicky

"It's none of your business. Now mending you just get out of here! I'm no longer in the mood to look at your face." said Sari.

Vicky let out his breath. " Would you like to see when, Sar. You sniffed everything?"said Vicky.

Sari's just her without poking around Vicky's question.

"Gue this is lo's husband, Sar. You can complain to me. I'm ready to hear all your complaints." continued Vicky.

"Nobody needs to be complained about, everything is fine" said Sari as she looked at her feet submerged in the pool

"Benarkh's? Then why are you crying?"

"Lied!"exclaim Vicky.

Sari turned her head, "I know it's not because of drakor, because you just didn't watch a drakor but an Idol concert, right."

"Lo's not good at lying Sar, and I can't lie" Vicky said.

"Don't know, let it go. You go in there, don't bother me!" Sari picked up her noodle bowl and started stirring it up and eating it.

Feeling neglected, Vicky also snatched the bowl of Sari noodles.

"Eh?"

"What, you wanna get angry? Very tickle, this is us eating both!" Vicky started feeding the noodles into his mouth.

"But..."

"Huk, huk." Vicky choked.

"That's very spicy." said Sari continued her speech.

"Hm, it's okay - do I like spicy." replied Vicky.

Sari looked at Vicky's face that had started to red.

"Related?"tanya Sari hesitated.

"For the sake of lo, I willingly Ai."inya.

"But that's your face, flushed." said Sari.

"That's because I'm white, that's why I'm rich." Vicky put the noodles back in his mouth.

Sari also ate her noodles. Vicky was happy because Sari wanted to eat using her used spoon.

"Oh, I can't stand it." murmured Vicky who already felt the symptoms, the recurrence of the disease.

The man's breathing began to sting - his nose and all of his skin was flushed.

"Vic, are you sure you're good?"ask Sari who is starting to worry about seeing Vicky's state.

"Guein..."

Bruckk! Vicky collapsed

"VICKY!"

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Ulan and Manda were busy dancing on the dance floor of one of the night clubs in Jakarta.

"Lan, we sit down yuk. I'm tired" said Manda.

They sat down at the bartender's table.

"Seru really know not, just try there Sari must be more exciting." said Manda.

"Well, why doesn't he want to come?"

"Said, there was a family coming to his house" answered Manda.

"And you believe that? It must be just a reason - he will let us not disturb the event me time he is the same as the seven princes he is." Ulan said.

"O yes, I forgot. There is a BTS concert in Japan. He must have seen that again." exclaimed Manda.

"Jude, we give him punishment tomorrow. Now we enjoy our me time first" Ulan said ordering drinks to his bartender.

Yes this is how Ulan and Manda, they really like to go Clubing. Clubs and drinks are a very happy thing for them.

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Sari looked at Vicky who was lying on the bed, she was really worried about seeing Vicky's situation just now.

"Why lo bego really, it's clear you can't eat spicy still just kekeh want to eat."

The doctor's words were still ringing in Sari's ear

" Please pay attention to what the patient eats, this is really a serious condition. If this happens again, I don't know what's going to happen" the doctor said.

"Non, I'd better get Den Vicky's shirt. Instead, so as not to catch a cold, it's the clothes are already drenched in sweat." said mbok Darmi.

"Yaudah, please change."

"Well, why is it here right that the wifeyanDen Vicky is Miss. Later if the mbok changein, Mr. Mamat can rampage," said mbok Darmi in a joking tone.

"But ..."

"Udah is okay Non, it's my own husband. Yaudah if that's how we go out first yes non."Mbok Darmi pulled her husband's hand out of the room.

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