Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 131

Days change week, weeks change month. Those sad times are passing. Amara and Alby are getting romantic. In contrast to Azmi who seemed tired of reminding the boss because he failed to fortify his boss not to do the 'iya-iya' thing'.

"This is the report of the meeting yesterday boss!", Azmi gave a file map.

"Heum, thanks!", Alby said.

"Oh yes boss, there is a wedding invitation from Lettu Dimas and Miss Anika!", Azmi offers a simple but elegant invitation in black and gold.

"Dimas wants to get married?", Alby grabbed the invitation card. He read the date and day of the event.

"Lo's coming with Mi?", asked Alby on his aspri.

"Ga lah's. Whynot. Invited neither."

"Yes, Lo nemenin me times."

"Yes? Wouldn't it come the same mother-to-be Nabil continued?", asked Azmi while squinting her eyes.

"Hehhehe ya maap. I think belom can be rich Lo Bray. Not a pious man." Azmi pressed her shoulders.

"Your paradise is none of my business, what matters is that I am happy!"

"Njir, serem amad sir ustadz!"

"So, I'm not an ustad. What's important is that I tell the boss. And yes, you know what the good is what the bad is. Each has its own consequences."

Alby patted his best friend on the shoulder.

"Yes, sorry. I can't be rich yet. Thanks for all this time I kept on. But yes.gue is far from perfect. God willing if I'm married then really, I'll keep my eyes, be careful, ears are the same skin to be in contact with non mahram."

"Now?"

"Yes...You know Mi. I still like this way! You understand what I mean."

Azmi sighed softly. The affairs of his boss' heart must be dealt with patiently, not with a smile.

"Whatever!", said Azmi while standing about to get out of his room. But at the same time, there was someone knocking on the door of the room.

Tok.tok ...

"Get in!", ask Alby. The door was opened, a beautiful female figure appeared wrapped in a modern batik dress with short sleeves and knee length.

"Hi?", who's that woman.

"Marsha!", Alby was quite surprised to see the arrival of his former secretary. The beautiful woman with a slightly distended stomach was approaching Alby and Azmi.

"How's By?", is Marsha to Alby.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm good. Wow, there is good news. Want to have a bang on me?", asked Alby to see Marsha's belly bulging.

Marsha chuckled softly with a smile. Azmi herself lowered her gaze from that beautiful figure before her.

"I'm back at the table yes Boss, excuse me mba Marsha!", as Azmi was polite to Alby's former secretary whose position she had replaced.

They both stayed in that room. The two friends also told me a lot. Marsha tells her about her domestic life as well as her pregnancy. Alby also told me about his new heart.

"So, when did you get married?" asked Marsha. Perhaps, the woman had forgotten that she had also fallen in love with her best friend.

"Not knowing Sha. If there is a desire in that direction, God is there."

"Yes, what are you waiting for? Amara and Nabil have accepted each other, right?", asked Marsha.

"Yes, that's it. They seem to fit. Just..gue no mental for finding Amara's papi. Feeling me, Amara's papa will reject me. Because yes... You know what Sha is, what my status is. Amara is a girl, from the family. I myself? I am in this position because of my son. Suddenly I'm insecure, Amara's papa wants to have my rich daughter-in-law?"

Marsha shook her head in wonder at Alby's way of thinking.

"Lo, if you want to think rich that's why not from the beginning?!"

"meaning?"

"Ckk, weird Lo mah By! If you are afraid because of Lo's status, why would Lo dare to play with her son, Mr Rahadi? It's already this way, time to retreat?"

Alby does not blame Marsha's words, he said. If indeed he was afraid because of that, why would he dare to challenge to take responsibility to Amara about the embarrassing 'events' of that time to make them together like now?

Without them noticing, the person they were talking about was behind the door. Amara deliberately wanted to make a surprise by bringing her cooking lunch for the lover. But he paused his steps to enter when Azmi said there was a marsha inside. But he also didn't forbid Amara from seeing Alby.

Any lover would be jealous if in a room covered by his lover along with a woman. Amara had already opened the door, but not completely. He overheard the conversation of the two friends.

"Lo is serious about Amara?" asked Marsha. Amara's still eavesdropping on Marsha and Alby's talk. Azmi just shook her head in wonder at the behavior of her boss' lover.

"Just like Miss Amara, they're just friends. But Marsha is pregnant!", said Azmi who thinks Amara thinks her boss is having an affair with Marsha.

"Stttttt, then Azmi!", whispered Amara slowly but her ears were still focused with the chatter inside. Azmi just put her shoulders, not to interfere in the internal affairs of her boss.

Back to the inside....

"Yes seriously Sha!", replied Alby. Amara smiled when she heard Alby's reply about his seriousness.

"Thank God that's it. So, you've moved on from Shabia Ayu? I mean ...Can you forget him? When it comes to the late Silvy mah, I don't need it to look like it!"

Alby was silent for a moment. In Amara's heart, she hopes Alby says that he no longer remembers Bia. But....

"Gue loves Amara Sha. But that doesn't mean I've forgotten Bia. He was first present in my life. You know what it's like to ruin me when he asks for a farewell that I don't want at all. But.gue.", Alby's words came to a halt as the door opened.

Amara came with her gloomy face.

"Mara?", why Alby. Marsha also rose from her stool and smiled clumsyly at her best friend's lover.

"Thank you in advance Marsha, thanks to you I know what Alby really feels like!", Amara put her food box on the table. He's about to turn around, but Alby hastily prevents him.

Feeling the situation is hot, Marsha was alone with her alakadar, then out of Alby's room. Azmi who saw Marsha holding her chest was staring in wonder.

"Sorry, why Marsha?" asked Azmi.

"In Mas Azmi, there will be a world war!", said Marsha.

"Huh? Any timing? Mba Amara knows how Marsha is a friend of Mr Alby!", said Azmi.

"No. Not because it's Azmi!", said Marsha.

"Keep?", asked Azmi more confused.

"So we talked about Bia, Amara came in. You know what's next!", said Marsha.

"Yes, the charm of Bia is different!", Azmi chirped. Marsha turned her head quickly at Alby's aspri.

"Astaghfirullah!", muttered Azmi while covering her mouth. Marsha shook her head slowly. After that he said goodbye to Azmi.

Inside Alby's room, the lovers were arguing. One is still high in ego, the other can not dampen his emotions.

"It's a good thing there's marsha ya By, so I know that you haven't moved on from Bia!", Amara swallowed Alby's chest with her index finger.

"Dear, listen to me. I mean it's not...."

"Stop! Stop!", Amara raised her hand so that Alby would not touch her.

"You must hear my explanation, dear?", Alby held onto Amara's shoulders. But the girl brushed it off.

"What should I hear? My ears are still good enough to listen to your confession which is still hard to forget about Bia. At first I tried to understand it, but hearing your confession just now my heart ached By!"

Alby grabbed her lover's body for a hug. As much as Amara's energy thrashed with annoyance and explosive emotions.

"Yes.h baby.yes, I was wrong. I'm sorry!", said Alby in the end. He didn't want the matter to be more elongated because of something like that.

Amara began to calm down, Alby covered his hands on Amara's cheeks which still seemed to hold his emotions.

But you perverted widower, Alby kissed those sexy lips at a glance. Just a quick glance!

"I'm sorry, if I'm wrong. It hurts your heart. I cannot completely forget Bia.", Alby's words paused because Amara thrashed again. Alby did not stay silent either. He's back in Amara's custody.

"I can't completely forget Bia, so help me make Lupain Bia, with your love. You understand?", Alby looked into Amara's condensed wry eyes.

"I mean?", Amara began to soften hehehhe

Alby took Amara to sit on the sofa. Alby squatted in front of him.

"I want you to make me forget my past by filling my future. Same with you?!", said Alby romantic snobs.

Amara fell silent. Not knowing his lover's words. I don't know where his mind was at the time. When he realized, the lover had already said****.

Yes, that's how the widower is troubling. Azmi reminded, but the edges are so again so again.

Amara also reciprocated even now he is the more dominant. Maybe he wants to vent his emotions. Alby let what his lover did. Oh.ehem..you know...

A few minutes later, the couple were enjoying lunch together. They try to forget the incident. But it seems like the 'activity' becomes a routine every time they meet.

"Oh yes, we go to the invitation of Dimas and Anika together?", said Alby to feed his lover. Amara nodded in agreement.

"Huum, can. Take Nabil, right?", asked Amara.

"His luck doesn't. Afraid of his show for long, he did not feel at home for long in crowded places. You know for yourself, right?", asked Alby. Amara nodded in understanding. Grand opening at Bia's restaurant alone, she becomes Nabil's nanny who does not want to join the crowd.

"Yes anyway. Yes, we both go!", said Amara.

"You going to the boutique?", asked Alby.

''Make it?", asked Amara in surprise.

"Buy couple clothes!", Alby relaxed. Amara chuckled softly and shook her head.

"That's what it means to wear sarimbit batik?", asked Amara. Alby looked at his girlfriend.

"It doesn't have to be a sarimbit batik as well as Ra, it can be a dress or a matching shirt."

Amara holds Alby's arm. Alby looked over.

"No need By, I go together you've had enough. No need for matching clothes. What matters is that we complement each other. Heum?", said Amara. Alby menowel Amara's nose.

"Dear, I'm coming with you.Oh, how are you, Frans? When was the first hearing?", asked Alby. Amara sighed.

"A week By. But..."

"God willing, I'm going to go, okay?"

Amara nodded quickly. Both are finished with lunch. Amara returned to her office.

"Say Marsha wants a world war, where? It's safe!", Azmi said as she entered Alby's room.

"Faithful Mi!", Alby.

"Oh, thank goodness that's it. Piraku teh aya war really, uh.nu aya mah war biwir mereunan!", said Azmi.

"Ari maneh is really good at seagrass!", said Alby throwing a roll of tissue. Azmi just rolled her eyes lazily.