Blind Girl Waiter
Chapter 70 - Can't Lie

Finally the conversation between Oma Putri and Ryan ended, between the two of them both felt a relieved heart.

Ryan who felt that he had let go of all the burdens, and Oma Princess who was grateful Ryan did not love Diandra.

For Oma Putri it is only natural that if Ryan does love Ajeng, the sincerity of the woman is like being able to touch everyone's heart.

And now Oma Putri was even more grateful when Ryan chose Alika as his wife. Alika is not only a beautiful girl, she is also so persistent for her life and has a soft heart.

O Allah, there is no other word but Alhamdulillah which Oma Putri said. She really hopes for happiness for her children.

"Yes, you rest, tomorrow fittings bridal clothes with Alika," said Oma Putri while rising from her seat to get out of the room.

"Yes Oma" replied Ryan obediently, the man also got up and led the mother out of her room.

Ryan was also still standing there watching the mother who was walking towards the stairs to get down, when her mother was no longer seen then she entered and locked the door.

He saw the clock that is circular on his left wrist, now it is still 9 hours less 15 minutes.

Instead of going to bed, Ryan decided to contact the future wife first.

At first he wanted a regular phone call but then his heart whispered for a video call only.

Looking directly at Alika's face felt more pleasant for the man who was kasmaran.

Tut Tut! the phone's starting to connect.

While at the end there, Alika was so hesitant to answer him. He's shy and flabbergasted. Because now Alika is using a pretty sexy nightgown, there is only a small rope as a buffer of the shirt, his shoulders and back are open.

Tonight the weather is quite hot, especially at Alika's house there is no AC, the only way yes using a nightgown like this.

"Oh my God, this is how, I have to change clothes first, but if it takes too long the answer will die." Alika worried herself.

Finally he decided to answer the phone and was directly directed to the ceiling of his room.

Ryan frowned confusedly, where was the face of his lover.

"Assalamualaikum Mas, wait a minute!" alika said with a voice that could be heard shouting, the woman left her phone lying on the bed while she ran towards the wardrobe.

"What are you doing?" ryan asked, but Alika who had not had time to change to loudspeaker mode, she could not hear the question of her lover.

"Al," call Ryan.

"Alika," called him once more and then the picture on his phone screen moved and ended up showing Alika's face.

The girl breathed heavily, ran out.

"Sorry, I changed my clothes first" said Alika.

"Change clothes? why change clothes, you've just taken a shower at this hour."

"It's not like that."

"Then?"

"Just change, the shirt was a little open," Alika replied at last, she could not lie in this nervous state. So could only be honest and show her timid face.

Oh Allah, Alika was so ashamed, why should she be honest, he thought.

But the words he had spoken could no longer pull, so he was only able to bite his lower lip.

"Open how?" ryan asked, a question that made both of Alika's cheeks become red.

"Yes, that's it" Alika replied.

Ryan immediately chuckled softly, it was clear that at this time both cheeks Alika was meeting red.

"When I look a little bit I can't" Ryan said.

"Maasss," upset Alika.

Ryan's laughter became clearer.