Ambassador & Yumna

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The ambassador observed all the photos Kak Jone sent to his phone. His mind became unbecoming. It is true that the photos are her who seems to be embracing and hugging another woman, Arsista, the daughter of Om Vishnu.

"Could you do it? As if someone wants to slander me," said Duta slowly.

"But who?" he was deep in his heart.

The ambassador was still pensive and remembered the incident that night. Everyone in this office was treated at a restaurant and drank a lot because a big tender has been won by the company Om Vishnu thanks to Duta and Herland who worked well together.

"Wooy!! Fondling. Not home?" tanay Herlanda who sat near the Ambassador.

"Well, can you tell me about this, right? Loely there during the party event," said the Ambassador to Herlanda.

The ambassador remembered very well, he did not drink so he was not drunk. He even prays first.

Herlanda held onto Duta's phone and stared at the awkward-looking photo.

"This isn't loe, Ta. Look yes, this is tabgan right and there is no loe wedding ring" Herlanda explained.

"Why can it look like me, his shirt too?" ask the ambassador to himself.

Really - really weird.

"It looks like the photo was edited. This photo was taken in the middle of the night anyway, and you're home with me, right?" herlanda reminded.

"So who is slandering me. He deliberately scapegoated me so that my relationship with Yumna ended," said the sad ambassador.

"My suggestions. Loe returned to Indonesia. Loe picked loe's wife up here. If you do not want to or amrah because of this photo. Loe kudu clear everything up until the misunderstanding is gone. But if loe's wife still does not want to know, it means that the brain of your wife already has a holy tuh let hate the same loe. Surely that person has something to do with this photo. Do you understand how I mean it?" ask Herlanda to the Ambassador. The ambassador understood. This is clearly unwarranted slander.

But who? Who could do this? Who would destroy the happy home? Is there a third person who secretly likes Duta or Yumna?

Yumna had already gotten out of Nick's car and directly spread out her hands while breathing the fresh air of the beach under the coconut tree that was swaying in the breeze.

"Ranghhh ... Enjoy what you deny Yumna," said Yumna shouting loudly at herself.

Nick closed his car door with a smile to make his best friend happy. At least Nick's mission to eliminate Yumna's burden was accomplished.

"Eat yuk? Now, let's just walk on the beach, while waiting a little afternoon also so it's not too hot" said Nick invites Yumna.

"Can. What the hell is going on? Like eating a delicious meal, "pinta Yumna to Nick.

"What's? Try you to choose. Maybe you want to say your cravings" said Nick who walked next to Yumna.

"Mercon meatballs are the same young coconut ice directly from the weather," Yumna pinta when she saw the meatball shop in front of her lots of spills of green coconut fruit that look good.

"Briliant idea. But ... Don't pick a mercon meatball, take pity on his stomach. Choose baby meatballs or egg meatballs only, there is more protein. Don't torture yourself" Nick said.

"OKAY. Ready Boss," Yumna replied happily.

Nick and Yumna were already in the meatball shop and they ordered amsing - one bowl each of their preferred meatballs and coconut ice from a native coconut fruit.

While waiting for the order, Nick tries to talk to Yumna.

"Tomorrow I must return to Paris. I can't leave class for too long. You wanna come along? Let's have a friend on the plane?" ask Nick to Yumna.

Yumna blinked both eyes. He had just found a good and sincere friend. It can make Yumna laugh and be happy all day. But, Yumna must again lose Nick to resume his studies in Paris.