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"Where is there? Why am I jealous?" i cuddle.

Holding my hand, she sat down on the chair and pulled me into her lap.

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"Eh Ngapain anyway ? later there will be a mas see."I also revolted while circulating the view, maybe there is a cctv who saw us.

"You've been here a month, but why did you meet me this time.hmmm?"

"I don't want to bother, aren't you always busy... According to the info circulating you tuh besides busy work is also busy serving the beautiful girl kayak earlier.."sahutku while thinning lips.

He was shocked to hear it, then chuckled.

"You want to know what purpose Vani came here for?"

"Maybe she's pregnant and wants to hold her accountable, until that cry .." I replied casually

"Mmm..my own wife has not had time to get pregnant, lack of work impregnating other women .." she said while tickling my waist.

And it makes me tickle half to death.

"Aaww..your hand is ih, move aside.I want to go, amused tau...!!"

Suddenly someone appeared from the glass room, who must have seen and heard what we were doing.

"Sorry president, madam.I'm sorry.."he's Yogi, the personal assistant nodded and withdrew from before us.

I was stunned to realize there was someone else in this room besides the two of us, while Reza was laughing at his disappearance.

"I thought he'd bear to see us. “he said laughing.

I who was still in his lap immediately fled away from him.

"You're the reason why, don't be ashamed to be seen by people.."

"What's wrong, it's just the Yogi.."

"Don't you also like to do perverts with Madam Vina, here?" I was still nagging while tidying up my tangled clothes.

"My place wasn't here before, I was just a cafe businessman! you forgot my story, huh.."

I just have ooh ria in my heart.

"Now quickly sign this, so that I can return, later Alya suspects that I am overdue..."

"Hhhh.usually the one who asked for my autograph came down and was very polite, this one is really fierce huh.." he said take my file and sign it.

After the dossier was signed I took it and left in front of him.

"Hey thank you where I am soon, there's another girl who won me lo..."

"Bodo!!!"

"No jealousy hmm.."he put my wrist and looked at me softly.

"Later home from work, I'm going to mom's house, you must be overtime right..?"I said as I stuck out my tongue and let go of the handle.

"Hey don't insinuate me, I'll come to my mother's house later.."

"Don't you go overtime.assalamualaikum" I said without listening to the protest and then stepped out and closed the door.

I greeted Riani back at her desk, and she replied kindly.

If I wasn't the boss' wife, would I be treated like that?

After asking for a stamp I stepped away from there.

Arriving at the room, Alya had long since returned from finances.

"Amel..for a very long time, it's been almost an hour I've been waiting for you, why the hell.."

"Have you done?" It felt like my face was red remembering it.

"E.. you know yourself, the President is very busy, so I was told to wait that way.." I said later.

"Oooh.kirain you seduced that duren. Yes, that's your part." she said, handing me the brown envelope.

If Reza's mas is Duren, then you swear I died dong, Al!!! my mind in my heart.

"Eh mel, usually the pocket money of apprentice students is not this much, why?"

"Lha they know we're a college with Tasya. Tasya is also the owner of this company.."

"Hmm..so yes, lumayan can make shopping nih.."sahut Alya flicked the envelope.

That afternoon after Alya and I paid a farewell to everyone we knew, I rushed out into the parking lot. With a light step, I swung my foot into the parking area.

I saw a cloud hanging, I wish I could go home. I plan to give my apprenticeship money to my mother.

However, I have not been able to serve him, even being asked to marry, where I could just give him money from my own efforts.

But..contact my blood went up to the crown when I saw my motorcycle tire back deflated.

You're rese's husband!!!my screams in my heart.

I rummaged through the bag to find a cell phone. Not yet I dialed the number, Reza's mas name has appeared in the incoming call...

"Hallo..assalamualaikum Amel.."pronounced from across.

"You're nothing at all!!!"my screams while stomping my feet in annoyance.

"Ishh.your voice is Mel, very plastered..cepetan out trus turn right, bring your helmet yes."heer immediately close the phone.

Hhh ni people make a rise in blood, I still mengedumel when out and look left right looking for his figure with a black motor sport loan from Richard long time I look for it but did not see also.

The phone rings again.

"Gapain you're so clammy'an, quickly here under the tree.."seru mas Reza immediately closed the phone.

"Beneath the tree?"I followed the instructions, but what I found was a man in a jacket and jeans riding a red butute motorcycle in the '80s.

He must be kidding...

Seeing me approaching he opened his helmet glass, and looked a cute smile from his pretty handsome face.

"Hhhmmmm.."I scuffled and chuckled at her appearance.

"Come neng, we go to the rain hunt." he said with a smile and then turn on the motorbike.

And I also according to, sitting in the old motorbike but very well maintained.

"Who else has it?"ask me when the bike starts to go.

"Ob Pinjem, hold on rather tightly Mel..."

"Heleh.. can not speed om ojek,.. t-shirts and pants are also not yours, right?"

"Punya Yogi.already cepetan hugging my waist, let's be warmer"

"Since when have you been romantic, hmm?"

"So, since marrying you there have been ridiculous ideas popping into my head.."

I laughed at that answer too.

A few moments later drizzle began to accompany our journey.

"Can you just spit? I think we want to rush mas.or we take shelter first"

"It's an old motorcycle, Mel, where can speed. anyways I want to deliberately rain..!"

“Eh Can't!! You used to get a fever drizzle, let alone rain..!"

"I'm not worried about Mel anymore, if it hurts there is a wife who takes care, right?!?"

I pinched her waist straight away, but she laughed.

And sure enough, almost to the housing of the mother, the rain began to pour down on the earth.

"How about we go to Mom's house?" mas Reza's proposal while shouting because of the sound of heavy rain.

"No way!!" I'm still stubborn. It was only five minutes from my mother's house.

And the butut bike managed to take us who were soaked up to the mother's yard. I asked him to go straight to the terrace, because there was no garage.

He knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer. I'm getting frustrated, especially when it starts at night.

Finally I used the ultimate style, entered through the window of my room that had not been locked for a long time and it was only I who knew…