
"Don't say anything to Lady Liora! Your job is to just keep from being too presumptuous! Don't say things like that, because it's a risk we're here!" rocky is full of determination.
"Yes Bang, I was wrong," said Eril lowered his head, besides being afraid of Cakra, he was also afraid of his brother.
"In error!" Rocky soon leaves Eril alone, the flat-faced but sensitive man coming to see his master.
Eril and Rocky are different jobs, they're very different places. Rocky is outside the house, while Eril is inside. In other words, if something happens in the house, then Eril is responsible, and vice versa.
Rocky cleared his throat briefly after being in Cakra's study.
"All the projects in the village are over, Mr" Rocky reported.
"Don't let all the plans I've been putting together for a long time fall apart! Have you changed the dress size?"
"I've already informed the designer, sir. Estimated at your wife's birthday, her gestational age is five months."
"You can indeed be relied on, always know what I want without me saying."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir, but may I ask you something?"
"Please!"
"Can you fire Eril now? I'm back, '" Rocky said.
The chakra's eyebrows are linked together. Fire off? It was never in his plans, especially Rocky and Eril already he considered as brothers.
"Why?"
"I want him to continue his S2 out of town, even if you allow it."
"Ah I guess there's something serious. It doesn't matter, just send Eril, I'll finance everything ...."
"Sorry Master instead I want to reject your kindness, but it seems that it is not necessary, we have troubled you a lot."
The chakras breathe out a long breath. "As far as you are."
Cakra rose from his seat. "Buy the cat you think is funny to Liam!" After saying this, Cakra left his study and headed to his room to meet his wife.
It's 9 p.m., so it's time to take a break.
Cakra's smile expands when he sees his wife in the room, unfortunately the beautiful woman is not aware of her existence because she is busy pacing back and forth like looking for something.
"Darling, what else?"
"Mass? Go to bed first, I'll go to the kitchen first!" liora's answer doesn't match Cakra's question.
The beautiful woman walked into the kitchen and opened one by one the drawer looking for something.
"None of them, even though they want to," muttered Liora with a sad face.
He returned to the room to meet Cakra. "Mas I ask for money?" asked Liora sitting on the edge of the bed facing Cakra who was leaning on the head of the divan.
"How Dear?"
"Five."
"Liam million? Wait for Tf first." Cakra grabbed his phone on the nightstand. "What's the money for?"
"Not five million" Liora said.
"Fifteen million? Fifty million?" Liora nodded in response.
"Five thousand, I'm gonna buy something."
"Cock's only five grand? What's that enough for, honey?" wonder Cakra at once gaunty. Liora could ask for five thousand, it should be fifty at the most.
"Buy fried indomie, I miss the same instant noodles in the shops. Never tell the waiter to even make it luxurious-luxury taste different," said Liora with lips manyun.
It has been a week since Liora wanted to eat fried noodles, every time she asked the waiter for help it was not the same. Since then he had been pacing back and forth looking for noodles or change but also did not get anything, as a result of asking the husband.
"Come on!"
"Where?" liora asked but still followed Cakra's steps out of the room.
"Buy noodles, let our children not be light."
"Udah ileran because mas failed to become a motorcycle taxi!"