CURSE EX (My Ugly Wife )

COST 100 MILLION

Beautiful, one word that came out of Heaven's lips when he saw the photo shown by Mr. Sobri. A girl with a black hijab, wearing the uniform of one of the minimarket is quite famous. Her smile was very sweet, plus dimples that made her sweeter than any kind of sugar.

It seems the curse is no longer in effect now. I'm getting married to a pretty girl.

Heaven was mocking Selena in the heart.

"That's my son, his name is Mayra, 21 years old" said Mr. Sobri.

Mama Mita immediately fit just to see the picture only. No loss he gave Ki Gombal a lot of money. Eventually his son will get married and the curse is broken.

"Well, by the way, what are you looking for for a girl over 20 for?" Mr. Sobri has not even understood the purpose of arrival since.

"Em.begini Sir. I would like to propose to my son this Father, Heaven." Mama Mita patted her son's shoulder.

"Huh, lamar!" Bu Jamilah who just came out with a tray containing tea was immediately shocked. "Why did you arrive to propose to my son? We don't know you guys." Which mother does not suspect if her child arrives to be asked by a stranger.

"Em..begini Ma'am. My son is difficult to match. And said one of his paranormal soul mates is in this house."

Bu Jamilah and Mr. Sobri immediately glared and stared at each other. Hearing the word paranormal, Ma'am Jamilah became horrified. He imagined what he didn't.

"No, I disagree. Don't let my child want to be used as a pesugihan tumbal," refused Bu Jamilah raw.

"I'm rich, ma'am, no need to find another treat." The unaccepting Heaven sledge was said so.

Bu Mita immediately pinched Heaven's arm, telling him to be quiet so as not to spoil the plan.

"It can't be Mom. We are not adherents of austerity or a cult like that" explained Ms. Mita.

"If not, why should our children be chosen? And so, why bring all these psychics?"

Confused, Mita explained. But suddenly, the incandescent lamp in his brain lit up. No one will refuse money.

"We'll give you a high dowry if you agree." Mama Mita started bargaining.

"How much?" Sahut Pak Sobri fast. When it comes to money, his reflexes are much faster.

"Mr, what the hell." Omel Bu Jamilah who still does not believe the person in front of him is a good person.

"20 million," Heaven replied.

"Ck, go home," Expel Mr. Sobri. Bu Jamilah is relieved because her husband is not tempted by money even though at this time, they are in need of money. "If added again, then I'll just agree." The follow-up sentence made Bu Jamilah glare sharply.

"Father what the hell." Jamilah hit her husband's arm.

"100 million."

Mr. Sobri and Bu Jamilah immediately gawked at the nominal money that Mama Mita said. A lifetime, they have never seen let alone have that much money.

"Okay, we agree." Because the condition of his rickety house needs to be renovated immediately, without thinking twice, Mr. Sobri immediately agreed. And when his wife was about to protest, he immediately put the palm of his hand on his mouth to keep quiet.

"Oh yeah, by the way, where's the father, Mayra?" ask mama Mita. It doesn't feel bad if you don't see it directly.

"So far, we want to get married as soon as possible. If it's next week, how will it go?" ask mama Mita.

"That's not a problem, ma'am. We'll call him and tell him to go home. He's gonna be here by the day."

Hearing that, Mama Mita and Heaven immediately smiled. Finally, after hundreds of failed attempts to get a future wife, Heaven will soon be married. Sorry why not just follow the advice of his mother, so he does not need to be tired of blind dates.

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On the beach, a girl was lamenting her fate, who else if not Mayra, son of Mr. Sobri. In the last 1 month, he had a lot of bad luck. Starting from being fired, left cheating on his girlfriend and then cut off. And now, there's something worse. His face was damaged due to abal abal skincare. Intentions want to more glow up and make his ex regret, the face is even damaged.

Not to mention plus this month he helped his grandfather who had a salt farm business. The blacker the skin because it burns with the sun.

Mayra looked at the open ocean. The sky is beautiful because the sun is soon sinking. His body felt tired after a day of helping his grandfather harvest salt.

"Sir May, Sister May." A young boy ran towards Mayra. "There's a call from Mr. De." He held up his phone while running. He stopped next to Mayra with a breath of boredom and handed her a cell phone.

"Hallo Sir." Say hello to May in a weak voice.

"Tomorrow to go home, next week you marry."

"What, married?" Pekik Mayra while immediately standing on her own. But when he remembered that his father liked to joke, he relaxed again. "Yes Father. Your daughter is going home tomorrow and next week is getting married. Don't forget the great dowry, the handsome and rich candidate." May responded with a joke because she thought her father was also joking.

"Beres, I've arranged everything. 100 Million."

Mayra heard it. He thinks that number is impossible. Usually the friend or neighbor who married his dowry at most between 1 to 5 million. And that means, fix his father is joking.

"Huh, why are you laughing, don't you believe me?" snapped Mr. Sobri.

"Believe Sir, believe it. Just set it up. Next week your son is getting married and I'm handing the 100 million dowry over to you." Mayra was still laughing. He was very sure if this was all just a joke of his father. Any man would give him 100 million dowries.

"Do you really love all of May?" Right there, Mr. Sobri is glad he's not a bitch. Though his intention if Mayra can dowry, he wants to ask a little for additional renovation of the roof that wants to collapse. But if given everything, true windfall.

"Yes, you take everything, May is not doyan money, doyannya rice field."

"Nasi padang easy business, tomorrow you go home, immediately welcome you with 2 servings of rice padang." Mayra immediately gulped hearing that. "Yes nduk, now you are packing, tomorrow morning go straight home. You want to think now."

"What do you think, sir?"

"Think 100 million dollars will be used anything."

Clique

The phone connection was instantly closed, making Mayra shake her head.

"Basar father, I love to be rich. 100 Million." Mayra's in a mess if she remembers that.