Beautiful Driver Heart Enthusiast Ceo

Ali's knowledge

I finished the shower for the second time. Zaid returned to Pak ngah's house.

Zaid saw Mr. Ngah sitting on a rattan chair with Mak's husband. Zayd sat down to join them.

"Son Zaid, are you serious about Zia?" ask Mr. Ngah.

"Yes sir, we have registered the wedding date, precisely the next Friday.we deliberately quickly came to see Mr. Ngah and Ms. Mak so that we could prepare for our marriage here. Zia does not have the number Hp Pak Ngah so we decided to immediately meet Mr. Ngah."

"Oh, so you've taken care of the terms of the marriage.Are you not ashamed to get married in this ugly Mr Ngah's house?"

"No, we don't mind the place.as long as sir doesn't approve and want to marry us that alone has made us very happy."

"What kind of way do you want?"

"We will follow the rules that exist in this village.we want our wedding to be attended by villagers here."

"That means you married in the presence of the crowd, not just the nuclear family?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Well, if you want a party it means there's a fiancee event. Now it's Thursday, when can you get your engagement ring ready?"

"I bought it, Ngah."

"Would your preparation be mature too, then for the party would need a lot of funds, such as a guarantee place, rent a party dress, dish menu for the party. are you ready to bear all the costs?"

"I've prepared sir, whatever the cost will be my responsibility, as long as our marriage runs smoothly."

"Alright, it means we have to set your engagement day.we also have to call the people who should attend your application."

"We are also waiting for premarital training from the office of religious affairs here Mr Ngah, so as not to interfere what if our application for this Sunday?"

"All right, we agree."

Zaid was relieved after talking with Mr. Ngah, it turned out that Mr. Ngah was very relaxed and not too formal to ask the purpose of his arrival with Zia.

Ali who from earlier held Zaid's camera, secretly taking pictures, Zaid, Pak Ngah and Mak's husband were cool chatting in the rattan chair in front of the house.

Azan magrib was echoed, they prepared for congregational prayers. Pak Ngah became their prayer priest.

After the prayer, all the women in the house were busy preparing dinner, starting from preparing dinner plates, glasses, rice copied in several bowls, etc, arrange a few side dishes in a dish as they eat in a circle and sit on the floor.

Zia was wearing a short-handed nightgown, a little bit the width of her neck and the length of the shirt was just past Zia's knee. Zia's cleavage was slightly exposed when Zia lowered her body. Zaid did not want anyone else to see his.

Zia to the kitchen poured water into the teapot to be taken to the place to eat. Zaid approached Zia.

"Darling, why wear clothes like this?"

"Why? does this dress look ugly?"

"Yes, for not covering the twins well."

"meaning?"

"Hurry and change clothes, wear clothes whose neck is not wide."

Zia understood what Zaid was saying.

"All right, Zia's gonna get changed."

Zaid continued Zia's work, bringing a pot of water to where they had eaten.

Zia returned to the dining area, wearing a t-shirt that was moving and a little tight.

Finished eating zaid help tidy up their eating place. All dirty eating utensils washed Mak cik and Bundo. Zia was just told to throw food waste behind the house.

Pak Ngah and Husband aunt gathered in a large room, cool to play with their grandchildren who are still 3 months, accompanied by son-in-law and son of Pak Ngah.

Ali was busy looking at his portrait on Zaid's camera.

Zaid silently follows Zia to throw the trash behind the house. Zia turned on her Hp flashlight for street lighting. finished throwing Zaid's trash immediately pulled Zia's hand, Hp in Zia's hand fell.

Zaid hugged Zia's body tightly.

"Don't do this. Don't get caught."

"Why wear tight clothes?"

"Zia couldn't find another shirt."

"Tomorrow we're shopping for Zia's clothes, the brother who chose her. Brother no longer want Zia to wear clothes like this."

"Alright, now let Zia go."

Zaid stretched his arms and grabbed Zia's chin, sucking Zia's lips greedily. Zaid cannot control himself not to touch Zia, unlike Melani who he only kissed once, after nearly four years of dating.

This kiss made Zia barely able to control herself, wanting to give her the precious object she had been guarding.

"Abang, Zia's not strong anymore."

Zaid immediately stopped his action.Hugging Zia's turbulent body resisted the naughty touch of Zaid's hand.

Both inhale air through the nose and throw it through the mouth to normalize their heartbeat.

"Abang already talked to Pak Ngah and Husband Mak cik, about our wedding. Brother wants us to party. ahead of our wedding day fiancee first."

"Fiancee? wear the ring again?"

"Yes, you've got the ring ready."

"Trus this ring?"

Zia shows the ring that Zaid had paired when they visited the graves of Zia's parents.

"It's fixed for Zia, later Zia can also use both rings."

"Well, bang, why doesn't the warehouse boss call Zia to work?"

"Did you miss working so much?"

"No, the plan is if Boss calls Zia to ask for a work permit first, until our wedding is over and we're back from Mr. Ngah's house."

"Do you want to add a holiday?"

"Adding a holiday to what else?

"Honey moon."

"Ha.ha.ha, no, we can do it at night, Zia went to work during the day."

"What if Zia isn't strong enough to work? said the guy unseal it hurts."

"Zia doesn't believe."

"Ready to try after halal?"

"Ready, brother don't bother Zia like that anymore."

"Why?"

"Zia is not strong self-restraint. Zia's defense is almost broken."

They are just as smiling.

"Yes, my brother will hold back until we are halal. tomorrow we invite Bundo and Pak Ngah to find a shopping place. Brother does not want to see Zia wearing tight clothes and open again."

"Zia's not ready to wear a hijab yet."

"Dicil first, don't wear shorts again in front of others, use skirts or trousers."

"Yes, her clothes can still be short-handed right?"

"Tomorrow her brother wants after we get married Zia only wears short clothes for brother."

"Yes Zia knows, dress up just for the husband, wear sexy clothes also for the husband."

"Smart, tomorrow practice yes" said Zaid

Ali came to them.

"real here? what to practice, right?"

"What are you doing here?" ask Zaid.

"You're asking for additional work with Mr. Zaid."

"meaning?"

"Let me be a photographer on the important day father, my shots are pretty good.please see."

Ali handed over Zaid's camera which he had been holding. Zaid saw the shots of Ali, quite good in his shooting.

"Well, you have a good hold of this camera.Tomorrow after we return to our city, I will pay your salary as a photographer."

"Yes, okay.I keep my promise and I will work professionally. Neng Zia her do not tasting continue, kasian later become thin."

Zaid and Zia were shocked to hear Ali's words.

"You mean?" ask Zaid.

"I saw what Mr and Zia did last afternoon in the kitchen."

Zia coughed after hearing Ali's words.

"Last noon I just gave Zia a medicine" Zaid replied.

"Where there is giving medicine like that. earlier I think the father and Zia did it again. In the end I did not see the father in the big room, in the kitchen, I arrived around looking for the father from behind the house, I did not see the father, it turns out you're sitting here relaxed. Sorry yes, had a negative thought."

Zia was grateful that tonight their disgrace was unknown to Ali, Zia glanced at Zaid and felt ashamed that they had almost been discovered for the second time.

Zaid gave a code to keep Zia calm, they had agreed they would not do that again until they were halal.

Everything they do becomes a memory for them, which they will remember at any time.

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