Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 19

Today I'm going to meet with entrepreneurs from the Xxx company. But the meeting will take place at restaurant Xxx. Somehow they like to have meetings at the restaurant Bram, a powerful friend.

While preparing the material, Marsha came into my room with a man who was about the same age as me as possible. But his face looks more paternal.

"Excuse me sir! It's Azmi mas who will replace me!", Marsha said.

I snorted annoyedly at hearing that formal Marsha language. But Marsha chuckles.

"Good morning sir, introduce my name Azmi."

Azmi introduced herself to me. I didn't ask much about her educational background which was definitely much higher than mine. And about his personal life, there will also be a time to know.

After the non-official introductions, Marsha began teaching Azmi. Azmi is a mature man not only in terms of appearance but also from the way he received the example that Marsha taught.

I admit, he easily understood the task Marsha gave as an example of his first job.

Almost I forgot, today I had a meeting with a client at the Xxx restaurant.

"Sha, come with me to the Xxx restaurant!", I said to Marsha who was standing at Azmi's desk.

"Just like Azmi! He can do it! Isn't it a mas?", asked Marsha to Azmi. Azmi nodded as well.

Yeah, I've got to get used to not hanging with Marsha anymore. Once Azmi is completely removed, Marsha will resign.

"Yes, come on!", take me.

Azmi walked behind me. Actually I'm lazy if I have to have a formal meeting. I'm still not spinach if I have to look neat in a suit like this.

Azmi pressed the elevator button, after it opened she let me enter first. Not to forget, I put my mask back on.

"As Azmi can drive?", I asked.

"Can sir!", he said steadily.

A few minutes later, we reached the ground floor. The security guard handed me the car keys.

Once near the car, I handed the key to Azmi. He'll open the back door for me, but I refuse.

"Ahead!", I said as I opened the car door. He also drove the car behind the wheel.

"Marsha said, your son's in ponpes?"

"Yes sir!", replied Azmi.

"How old is he?"

"This year is seven years sir."

"Seven years in enter ponpes?", I asked in wonder. Between the kasian and the wonder of being one.

"Yes sir. So far, it's the best choice."

"Why don't you just hire a babysitter to keep her for as long as you work?"

Azmi smiled faintly.

"Since I decided to take care of my wife's house, my finances have not been stable sir. Maybe even until now, it hasn't stabilized."

"God, my daughter is in the right place. Although it was heavy at first."

"But.. seven years?", I asked.

"It's not about the age of the pack, but mental readiness. I became a door orphan since childhood, then grew up and grew up in the cottage because there are families who are willing to give a fee as long as I seek knowledge in ponpes. I can even get to college. But..."

"But?"

"But I refuse to marry the daughter of a donor who has financed my life. Actually it's not my intention to refuse, it's just that the girl has never liked me. And from that moment I came out of the cottage. I finally got married to my late wife. And it turns out that God loves him more, he is called first by the power."

"Your life is no different from mine!", I said. Azmi looked at me.

"Do you mean?", he asked while focusing on driving.

"It's okay!", I replied. I can't be as open as him.

Maybe I should be more grateful for what I have right now. Everything that has happened will continue to be a life lesson for me.

Our car was in the parking lot of Xxx restaurant. I saw Bram leading a pregnant woman who I thought was his wife.

"Mas Bram!", I said.

He looked, then smiled.

"Mas Alby!"

We shake hands.

"Oh yes, this is my wife Naura!", said Bram introducing his wife to me. I took off my mask first. Then I stretched my hand out to her. As a tribute, I smiled faintly.

But somehow he was dumb, Bram to the point of patting his wife on the shoulder.

"Darling!", call Bram. Only then did Naura receive my hand.

"Naura..!" said Naura introducing herself.

"This Mas Alby who Bianca said was not a mas??" asked Bram.

I just knit my eyebrows.

"Heum, yes!", replied Bram. Naura smiled widely.

"Astaghfirullah.eh, subhanallah. I also want my son to be handsome rich in Alby! Pantes aja Bianca really want to intern at HS group" said Naura too honest. Bram to the point of patting his own eel.

"Mas Alby, can't I hold his cheek..ih? Must be his prayers diligent huh? Her face was bright!", asked Naura as she rubbed her already very distended stomach.

"Honey, don't be weird!" said Bram.

"You want your son to reel? Just hold her cheek! Do not be jealous also mas!", Naura who has been sensitive ever more sulking.

Bram was confused himself. It's not a matter of jealousy, but of course shame and unpleasantness.

"Sorry sir, the meeting is ready!" Azmi said. Naura turned to my assistant.

"Oh Allah, there is another handsome man!", said Naura enthusiastically. Azmi placed both her hands on her chest. From there Naura understood, if the man who was with me was not easy to touch.

"Yes, if you can't hold Alby's cheek! I went home alone! Go inside again. Still busy right?", Naura was about to turn around but Bram held her back.

"Beauty!", said Bram again.

"Yes, just hold the cheek, right?", I asked. I fucked Bram who had a hard time persuading the old pregnant woman.

Without ba-bi-bu Naura directly rubbed my cheeks left alternately.

"Allohuma sholi'ala Sayidina Muhammadi. Oh Allah, may my son not lose handsome from mas Alby. The important thing in sholawatin first!", said Naura cheerfully.

I don't know what to do with her.

"Thank you Alby!" said Naura. I'm nodding. After Bram apologized to me, they said goodbye and Azmi and I entered to start the meeting.

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