Babysit Wife Candidate

Be patient in a minute.

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Why do I feel guilty, yes" said Mau this time.

"Why indeed?" searching Isyana, now she forgot her face and turned to approach her husband.

"That's it, because at that time the items you ordered were a lot of tuh, so...Umma need two days to mengumpulin your order, baby," said Mau rather stammered because of the look on Isyana's face that scowled.

"So you mau mau? Is that?" screeched Isyana with her razor sharp gaze.

"It's not so dear..," (Duh, wrong talk).

Maulana also scratched his unruly head.

I know that woman is the most sensitive creature in the world. It's good if you talk in search first anonymous and synonyms that are as neat as possible.

Cc.ck..

Now Mau is seen pushing the trolley faster because Isyana's steps are more agile than a few moments ago.

"You should not tell umma to look for that item. Can you just order online or tell others," Isyana murmured on the sidelines choosing shoes.

"At that time, Um-Umma will. And, I think also many friends who come," said Mau slowly without seeing Isyana's face.

"You know Mau, I feel guilty with Umma if you know like this," said Isyana who was heard sighing.

"Yes, I said that too,"

"I mean, not bad luck or harm you dear," persuaded Mau who saw Isyana already seemed to understand.

"I know, buying equipment is not easy. That's why I offered to let us take over. I'd say that Umma should be around the Mall kayak gini. You are still dashing and young have complained," said Isyana Makjleb once.

"Yes, I'm sorry. Now I won't complain anymore even if my legs are dislodged I won't complain, I swear!" mau said which even makes Isyana's round eyes more rounded.

"Lt...,"

"Aww!"

"Eatya, if you say do not like it carelessly!" omelette Isyana gemas

"Sakiitt.., domestic violence is called," Mau complained as he rubbed his hot waist.

"Udah, let's go again just buy body and face care." Isyana also pushed the almost full trolley.

Cup.

"What the hell?"

"Just cheek,"

"Not in public places either!"

"Let's not be angry anymore,"

Cup.

"Maulana!"

"Yes, honey. I'm right here,"

"Don't be embarrassed, huh!"

"Don't eat it, don't dong,"

"Yes" with a smile.

"Well, it's pretty, man,"

Cup.

"You...!"

"Hehehe..piss!"

Maulana also ran away carrying the trolley while chuckling. Satisfied when it made Isyana's face meet red.

******

Andra who was leaning on the sofa, kept looking at the flat object in her hand. I want him to contact someone.

However, his number alone he did not know. Since the first meeting with him that night. After their separation for seven years.

First meeting, first dinner between two families. Continued with a short application, until the determination of the wedding date.

Since that night, Andra has not seen her again. In fact, to just call him is not allowed.

Just imagine, how piled up that longing is. In fact, the sacred event that is the end of the determination of his status only remains tomorrow.

But, that time seems like a long time when in the future with a longing that rolls itself like this.

"Hmm, please...!" woo her with puppy eyes.

"No! Once not still not!"

"Don't woo Umma in any way!" kartika. He refused his first son's request.

"Better, you help Isyana and you make parcels,"

"Or do you sleep there, what are the stretches of the flower bath if necessary," Kartika's advice made Andra snort.

"Why did I use all the flower baths?" kilah Andra's.

"Yes let it smell, let Najwa stick to you later," kekeh Kartika teased the son.

"Ah, Umma. I will travel again. All this stuff," Andra grumbled.

"Ck, that's your mah aja mecum," decak Kartika by rolling his eyes lazy.

"Well, Umma began," elak Andra did not accept himself in such words by the umma.

"Yes, be patient, hold it, diem. Mending you wudhu there let your heart calm and not restless. Let the syaitonnirrojim go from your head" Kartika's advice is firm this time.

Andra can only swallow his saliva if he has seen the umma out of his ustdjah mode.

"Patience will be beautiful in the end. Once you are valid later, you will be free to spill all your hidden longings and desires. It will be a blessing and a blessing."

"Let all the longings spill over and even explode. Origin at the right time. Why the hell in installments, if you can directly pay cash! I'll stay tomorrow too, be patient!" Kartika this time spoke firmly and with emphasis.

Making people in romantic love drunk is indeed draining energy and mind.

Andra understood and understood. It's just that the devil's seduction and whispers will continue to tempt you. Making the level of human faith that tides, up and down into gamang and in lema.

"Yes, Umma.., Abang wudhu deh." Andra got up and passed. Trying to drive away her excitement and desire.

Trying to resist all the turbulent desires in his soul. By cooling the skin, the head is also the heart.

Wudhu is not just watering or washing your skin with water. But, ablution has the power and benefits in holding back even battering all emotions in you.

Wudhu can cool your brain and also your chest that is pounding incoherently. Especially if it is continued with two prayers and opening a great mushaf.

All the advice from umma is efficacious, now the tall white body with a beautiful face has been peaceful in his mind. On a thick velvet prayer rug, while holding the holy book of the Qur'an.

Complete with koko turkish gamis and also scabbard pants. Andra fell asleep with a charming smile etched from her sensual lips.

A figure that is so charming, that it can break the heart of women in congregation.

Yes, his admirers. Apparently, some of them were shocked at once disappointed. When I heard about her wedding.

"God willing! Lucky that girl,"

"So he likes kids?!"

"Less what I am, try...!"

"May you be happy,"

"Well, what's the soul mate,"

Those are some of the responses and acceptance from some of the women who have put their heart and future on Andra.

The response was almost similar as well, sticking out of the fan stronghold of Najwa.

"Astagfirullah, ana lost spit!"

"Oh Allah, you know, apply first!"

"Pig! Find another one like that!"

"It looks like the candidate is an adult? But handsome, man,

please hide me pliss!"

"What is less handsome, O God?!"

"You must be so happy with me, Najwa. Turns out, you already have a future husband." complained Imran, holding his painful chest.

Those were some disappointed cries from a split heart.

...Was it the invitation, right??...

...Don't forget dateng ya tomorrow🤗....

...Bring a gift, don't forget to dress it ca'em.wkwkwk...

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