Between Two Choices

Between Two Choices
silly thing



chapter 113


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Attalah did not take his hand off Namira's waist, as if he did not want Namira touched his client who had wild eyes like a hungry lion.


Not wanting to linger, Attalah chose to immediately say goodbye to Fergus,.


" Thank you for Mr. Fergus' dinner, because it's already the night that my wife and I would like to leave to return.Next time let me treat you." Attach to try to be ordinary without removing his politeness.


" actually I still want to have a long chat with you Mr. Attalah.." Fergus answered so but his eyes looked towards Namira.


The conscious Namira immediately looked the other way as if not looking.


"excuse me in advance, Mr. Fergus, actually I also want to chat with you, but our daughter is not used to living alone.we excuse her.." Reply to Attalah while extending his hand.


Fergus accepted Attalah's hand eagerly. "alright.until you meet again Mr. Attalah and Madam...??" Fergus' eyes were on Namira.


" Namira. my wife's name is Namira." Erase Attalah by pressing the word wife.


"oh yes.pardon Namira in advance if I forget.." said Fergus.


Namira simply replied with a nod and a faint smile on her face.


Not wanting to hold back that sense of carelessness, Attalah immediately pulled Namira around and left the crazy lion that looked so wild and hungry.


In the car Namira just breathed a sigh of relief after she had been resisting the irritation due to the unpleasant gaze of her husband's client.


" is that what you said a client from a neighbor ??" ask Namira when Attalah has also entered the car.


" yes, take it easy. if he messes like a keket uler at that time I will also not want to cooperate with him." replied Attalah who very well knew his wife did not seem to like.


" why do the rich and have everything have to be wild like that ??" ask Namira while looking at Attalah.


" maybe he's crazy" replied Att.


" why is your answer like that ??!!" namira Protest.


" how else, dear...if not because he is crazy, where there are men or women who rank even like uneducated people so ??!! seeing such a beautiful woman just want to swallow it !!! I feel like I'd really like to pry the eyes out of this guy..!!" nagel Attach with annoyance.


" don't be careless !! just yesterday when you left and I was still handsome, I was never as reckless as that guy !! I'm a loyal man, baby.." Attach to pride himself.


Namira just popped her lower lip, while Attalah chuckled with a short kiss on Namira's cheek.


" oh yeah, tonight widia was also proposed to Bima. You still remind,?? police my friend..," said Namira with great enthusiasm.


" yes, I already know." replied Attach casually.


" know ?? where'd it come from ??" ask Namira astonishment.


" i had accidentally met Bima this afternoon, she was with Tio, and they were both picking rings for Bima and Widia" Attalah explained.


Namira mangosteen signs understand. "oh. your ex-wife is happy too.."


"why are you talking like that ??" ask Attach.


" get to your senses, as long as you're with her where happy, you ignore her for up to 4 years of your marriage.if it's me, maybe I've given up a long time." Namira replied by puffing her cheeks.


" i don't ignore him, baby, but I give him some distance, I don't want to until you're hurt.only your heart I keep the other I'm a double number." she said.


" it's up to you. At least, the person with Widia is the right person.but I wonder since when do they know each other ?? do you know mas ??" asked Namira who was so curious.


" how do I know. I don't want to take care of people's business !! the business of making a sister for Er has not been so even though we have often done it, right..?? it used to be Er once immediately so.." replied Attalah with frontal.


Namira patted the shoulder of her husband who said origin.


pukk !!


" aww baby..!!" protest Attalah while holding his shoulder.


" stop that useless rant !!" namel Namira by folding both her hands.


Attach only rang when he saw how cute his wife's expression was.


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