You Are Only Mine
you are only Mine
chapter 85
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The lunch was filled with joy and warmth. Herra who was quite cheerful made a cuteness managed to make the two men in front of her laugh happily.
Joy was very relieved and so grateful, her decision to match her sister with her boss was very appropriate.
" ahhh.. finally full as well.." said Herra after finishing drinking water to end his meal.
" your stomach didn't explode eating that much ??" ask Joy.
" just haphazard !! I'm just eating a little bit. Aren's sister ??" Herra tried to find a defense.
" yes dear.." replied Narendra clearly.
Joy just rolled her eyeballs lazily, it turns out two human children who are with her are being hit by kasmaran.
" sister, where were you yesterday ?? didn't call me and didn't pick up Naren ??" herra asked after finishing wiping her mouth.
Joy glanced at Narendra by his side, and Narendra cleared his throat and blinked one of his eyes. Joy knew what her boss meant.
" sister has to meet your client.your husband was on leave yesterday." Joy replied as she glanced at Narendra.
Herra nodded in a sign of understanding.
" can't we get to that beach ?? I want to go there ??!!" whine Herra by pointing towards the beach is.
" of course dear.." replied Narendra with a smile.
" what should it be now ??" ask Joy to clarify.
" of course, brother !!" timpal Herra's.
" you go with your husband, you have to go back to the office." said Joy.
" can't you take a day off ?? pity Herra.. anyways I'm the one whose boss can take my leave at will ?!!!" timpal Narendra's.
" Mister big boss.I am only an assistant.and will be affected if our work is neglected." Joy replied with a flat face.
Narendra is blushing his lips
joy is insinuating herself.
Soon Joy got up. "brother to the office first yes.." Joy turns to Narendra. "mister is fine on leave first. Let's just say master is a honeymoon." After saying so and bowing respectfully, Joy breezed away without hearing the two human children's answers.
" fuck.joy..mock me !!" muttered Narendra, but when he remembered Honeymoon said, Narendra's smile immediately rose.
" he's a kind-hearted sister-in-law.it always reminds me if I forget.." back Narendra muttered.
" ah.. no. he said he wanted to go to the beach ?? so not ??" Narendra tried to divert the conversation.
" of course !! come on.." Herra hurriedly pulled her husband's arm, and Narendra got up. The two walked in affectionately with happy smiles on their faces.
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He woke up when his phone rang several times.
dirya's eyes glanced at the phone screen and her twin name was written.
" what's up Draka ??" Dirya glued the flat object to her teeth.
" what's up ?? did you forget or what ?? where didn't you go last night not to the office ??!! mamam called you since last night ??!!" Draka strafed Dirya with thousands of questions.
He immediately regained his senses and scrutinized the surroundings, he was still in the car and his memory had just recovered,
" where is that woman ??" inner Dirya.
" Hey Dirya ??!! you still there ?? you why ?? sick or what ?? you're in the apartment ??" Draka asked back.
" oh. em. I'm not going to the office today. I. a little dizzy, but it's okay. I'll be home soon.." He immediately ended his call, he did not want to bring up questions from Draka again.
" jeez, I must have slept since last night." muttered Dirya as she glanced at the clock on her wrist.
" but where is the woman ?? can't he bridge again ??!!" terka Dirya's.
but when he was about to go down, he saw the Paper on his little book.
he immediately grabbed it and opened it.
***goodman...
thank you for your help and advice, although it sounds quite rude but your words managed to make me realize that ending my life is not the end of all problems, I will face this problem with the blessing of God..
sorry to bother you, good sir.even you are willing to wait for me who fell asleep until the morning.may you always be happy and given a long life..
Www***...
" Qiara ?? the woman's name ??" muttered Dirya while looking around hoping to still find the hijab-wearing woman named Qiara.
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