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15. Smile Little!

"It looks like this place is moving!" sanya fear.

Ting!!!

The elevator door opened, sending Uci screaming again. His chest rose up and down irregularly with his body still leaning on the surface of the elevator.

Sandigo patted the jidat. He grabbed Uci's wrist leaving him silent for a moment. The skin of this little girl is so soft as the skin of a baby. Not long after he pulled Uci's wrist and took him out of the elevator door quickly and then took it off. He did not want to linger too long to touch the hands of his Master's future wife.

"Huh? Where's we?" ask Uci

Both of his eyes were staring in all directions with his feet twisting slowly. Sandigo smiled slightly. This girl is so very cute, so exactly like a child.

"Don't that room not like this?"

"Well." yeah."

"Well, why did that happen?"

"Well that's all because we got on the elevator door!" Point it at the closed elevator door.

"Yeah! Is that a magic door?"

Sandigo closed his mouth trying to hold back the laughter.

"Ah, it seems so."

Sandigo stepped towards a door of the room that was still closed leaving the figure of Uci who was still standing while staring in awe at the elevator door.

"Well, now for a while this is your room and if you want anything then you can ask the waiter to do what you need."

Sandigo pushed the room door wide. He turned to look at Uci who was seen pressing one of the buttons on the wall next to the elevator.

The elevator door opened making Uci scream in fear and not long after he laughed.

"Sci!"

Uci. He smiled at Sandigo who seemed to smile so gently to him.

"Dry!"

Uci ran over to Sandigo who greeted him at the door.

"Look! This room is your room now."

"Uci's room!" He pointed it towards his face so innocent.

Sandigo nodded. He stepped into the room making Uci follow behind exactly like a tail. Uci smiled, his two eyes twinkling staring at his room that was so spacious and majestic.

"Is this Uci's room?"

"Well, emmm, but this room is only temporary. Once you're married then you'll sleep in the top room with Mr. Praja."

Uci's smile gradually disappeared from his lips.

"Master Praja? Who is Mr Praja?"

"Em, she's your future husband. Do you understand?"

Uci. He thought hard this time but in the end he shook his head.

"I only know marriage."

"Ah, great. What do you know about marriage?" ask Sandigo spirit. He folded his hands in front of his chest as if ready to hear an answer.

Honestly, this time he was the first time he felt excited in talking to someone. He admitted this girl was a very funny girl and he liked it when she talked.

"I know."

"Yes, what do you know?"

"Emm."

Uci was silent he tapped his chin and then raised his fingers as if preparing to count.

"All I know is fried chicken, yellow noodles, emmmm..."

Sandigo shakes. He smiled slightly after hearing what Uci mentioned. He did not expect that the prospective Master would be this selugu.

Sandigo stepped away, he picked up the phone and put it on his cheek.

"Hello sir."

"What are you doing up there? Quickly get down and set the decorations on the back. The team that will decorate the back of the house has come."

Both of Sandigo's lips were open. He rubbed his jidat. How could he forget all that.

"Sorry, sir. I forget. All right I'll go down now."

"Hurry now!"

Connection interrupted. Sandigo put the phone in his pocket.

"Em, Uci-" he stopped staring at the little girl who had fallen asleep on the bed hugging her knees.

Sandigo laughed a little. How could this little girl sleep in this style.

Sandigo steps out of the room, closing the door carefully so that Uci does not wake up from her sleep. Sandigo was sure that the girl must be very tired and that's why she fell asleep like this.

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Praja stepped down from the car after the door was opened by the waiters who had been waiting since. Praja who intends to step her foot into the main door was restrained after seeing a large truck that entered the yard of the house and passed next to the house.

"What truck is that?"

"Izin replied, Sir, it's a truck carrying wedding decoration equipment, sir," replied one of the servants, looking down.

Praja breathed a long sigh she thought her opponent was just joking but it seemed like this was a very serious matter.

Praja continued her steps into the house and found Sumbawa's cool figure pointing several rings.

"Ah, King! You're home yet?" greeted him.

He got up from the sofa and approached Praja who had a flat face. He grabbed his granddaughter and took her to the sofa.

"Sit down! And look at this ring!"

Praja breathed a long breath. He sat down on the sofa feeling heavy.

"See there are a lot of rings here! You choose the ring model you like and after that they'll measure the size of your fingers!"

Praja did not answer. He glanced at the ring model on the table and let out a long sigh. He's not interested in any of this

"King!"

"It's Opah! Just pick the ring that Opah likes!" he said getting up from the sofa made Sumbawa look up.

"It's not Opah who is married then why Opah should choose?"

"It's not that the girl I'm going to marry is Opah's choice not mine."

"Ah, Praja if you choose then the life of this Opah will be lost first. Not a single girl dared to touch your hand."

There was no response from Praja. He stepped intending to leave however, just a step he made to stop staring at Sandigo who was seen coming out of the elevator door.

"Master Praja! Hah, this Master is a long time ago. Master went to the office so quickly and went home so long."

Sandigo stopped his steps right in front of Praja who glanced at the several women hugging the suitcase.

"Beautiful mother, now measure this body of my Master, yes she is a little stiff so I beg to understand, hahahaha."

The two women who were beside him were bowed after looking up at Praja's flat face.

"Why? Hem's? Why not measure?" ask Sandigo.

He turned to look at Praja who still had a flat face there. Sandigo smiled forcefully. He was also scared like this.

"Ah, sir smile a little! They're even afraid to look at you and then how do they measure your body?"

Praja just fell silent. He turned his gaze to look at Sumbawa who was smiling widely back there.

"It looks like this ring is pretty."