Debt Paying Girl

Not a child

Ziya combed her hair so slowly, she still did not understand why her in-laws did not want to go home, whether the condition of the house was often like this. In the past, he often spent time joking with Nabila, his father, and his mother. The house becomes warm and feels alive even though it is not as grand and luxurious as the house in its place now.

Why, I miss the moment of togetherness, where the moment when joking and laughing together.

"Dream about what, baby!" A burly hand hugged his waist. A chin also took off on his shoulder, the smell of mint clearly smelled in the sense of smell. The man's lips kissed Ziya's cheeks repeatedly. Water droplets wet his nose as well as his facial skin. Ziya smiled sweetly getting such treatment.

"Here I dry my hair, you." Pulling the towel Aditya was holding. Ziya then stood in place of Aditya who sat down, his face right in Ziya's chest.

"Darling, ticklish tau." Ziya several times dodged his body from Aditya, but was unsuccessful because his waist was held tightly by Aditya.

"Hemmh, nice I like. It looks like it's bigger." Ziya's eyes glared perfectly, how not. Aditya pressed down on Ziya's sensitive part with his hand.

"That's a big deal in the hand, I." touched again as Ziya dried her hair.

"You, what a pervert." Pinched her husband's arm. "It's dry itself." Throwing a towel at the dressing table, it was not the heart to throw it on her husband's face.

"Sick, baby." pura.

"Biarin abisnya very perverted, astonished deh. " Ziya while chuckling.

"It must be called the inner living." Aditya even pulled Ziya's waist up to sit on her lap.

"That's called lust not living." Ziya pouted. Aditya blinked his eyes.

"That's so flirtatious to be a guy." chomped Aditya's cheek.

"Genit's equal wife is obligatory, dear. As a sign of true love." Ziya even blushed.

This is called love. He said as usual, there was no romantic word at all, but why did it sound sweet.

"Darling, what do you think if, we're having a wedding reception?" Aditya stared fixedly at the face that always made him jerk from daydreams.

"Do we need to do that." Ziya's voice was almost inaudible. Memories of Aditya's office came to mind. Make his mind think it's necessary.

"But...how about mama? will my mom agree?" wirihnya while playing Aditya fingers so as not to roam where.

"Agreed or not. I will introduce you as my wife to everyone."

Ziya remembered the incident earlier this afternoon. As Aditya gathers all the employees and introduces her as Ziya's wife.

"This is Ziya, my wife. And hope you recognize it correctly. If next time something prevents my wife from meeting me. I don't hesitate to fire him. Thank you." Thank you."

"Dear."

"Hmm."

"Are you firing that receptionist...!"

"She's so insolent to you, I've made a calculation that's worth it." Ziya's eyes glared perfectly at Aditya's answer just now.

"Darling, but how will life be, he. Finding a job in this city is not easy. What if he becomes the backbone of the family. He'll be very hard." Aditya hugged his wife with affection.

I don't know why you can hate people as much as you do. But I'm not gonna let you go. Just let Mama want what I'm gonna keep you.

"Of course, it's none of our business. It's their own fault they dare insult you."

"That's because they don't know."

"Know or not, they shouldn't have insulted anyone."

"Ihhhh, what a good husband this is."

Cup

Ziya landed a kiss on both cheeks of her husband. Aditya also pointed his lips in order to kiss Ziya as well. Shamefully, Ziya finally made that request. Not only the kiss that can be obtained, but also the ritual of husband and wife to get a future successor.

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In apartment.

Maya called someone's number several times, but there was no answer at all. No one was knocking on the door for long. Shita looked enthusiastically to find her mother who opened the door.

"Mama, why didn't old mama come home? I miss knowing." Poutingly.

"Mom's got a lot of business, baby. How do you know I'm here?" returned his child's embrace but did not ask for news.

"Don't you like it if I come here." Syita already knows if this mother is not like most mother mothers who are so attentive to her child.

"Darling, that's not what Mom meant. You are already big and can take care of yourself. Mama, this end is a lot of work." Brushed her son's hair.

"Why didn't mom come home." Syita still held back the feeling that always made her heart a little sick. Syita wants to get attention like any other girl.

"Mama doesn't want any commotion, baby. You must know that."

"Ma...what makes a mother like this? you never hate and do evil if there's no reason?"

"Mama just doesn't like Ziya. He just wants our treasure. Mama wouldn't like a girl like that." Maya starts to raise her tone.

"Sister Ziya is not like that, ma. He loves and loves his brother. She also loves her mom, but she never gives her a chance. Brother Ziya also treated me like a sister of his own."

"You're a kid. You don't know what."

"Ma, if you think I'm a child. Why don't you ever pay attention to me once, ma. Why is! I also want to be like the other kids who asked me why I didn't come home, whether I ate or not my mom never cared."

"There's Cak Ali, baby. Cak Ali has done everything you need. Don't make your mama dizzy." Maya is getting tired. Reactivate his phone and contact someone.

"Mom, mama let's go home, ma. Shaking his mother's arm.

"I'm sorry, dear. Mama won't be home until she's gone from our house." Still trying to contact someone.

"But ma. I feel lonely at home."

"Honey, there is Cak Ali who will take care of all the needs, you. Don't be a little boy ah."

"I'm whose son it is, ma. Mama's son or Cak Ali's son." Slammed the door of her mother's apartment.

Until outside he collided with someone because he was hasty, making himself not see if there are people in the opposite direction.

"Aw." Syita held her elbow as it fell to the floor. And the man on his bump was still standing.

"Ah sorry sorry. Let me help you." The man extended his hand.

Syita even cried bitterly.

"Huuu huuu why should I fall when my heart also falls." He slid his face between his legs.

"Sorry miss, but I'm the one you hit. Why are you crying." Confused themselves

"Hey.you did my son." A baritone shocked Syita and the man.

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