Exchanged CEO Bride

M2 – Unknown Number

Jam–jam already Dela struggling with the new device that Gaza gives. Too long not having it makes it stale. It downloads an app to view movies. Drakor and Drachin are the series he wants to go to. There was a bias that made him crazy–mad half dead.

Dela vaporizes. Turns out lama–lama lying down makes him sleepy. To overcome drowsiness, Dela tried to walk to the kitchen to grab a snack and also drink. The kitchen is not far from the front room of the television. He chose to use the wall as a handle that could help him stand more upright.

"Aiss when will it heal like this," he said. It's been a few days but it still hurts. His wound still looks blue. Only his feet remained. Pain in his stomach has improved with regular prescription drugs from the doctor.

"Where is there nothing else!" lamented Dela when he only saw some fruit in the refrigerator. Drink also only orange juice and guava juice.

"But take it a time. Mayanlah to snack. Hungry also if not snacking," break up Dela in the end. In fact, he could order food. But he can't. He did not have the money to pay for the food. And there was no more food in the house. Lunch prepared for Gaza has also been eaten.

"Aarggh Gaza's habits. Go just leave the food stock a little. Hmms how the fate of the poor." Dela was feeling sorry for herself. He misses his old life.

Dela looks for a clean plastic bag to carry that fruit and juice box. It goes the same way again, making the wall a focus of energy. Arriving on the sofa, he went back to watching the drama by snacking on fruit. His expression changed as the scene he saw. Sometimes laughing, sometimes disappointed, sometimes sad, and sometimes crying. Everything's jumbled up.

"Yahh .. done. Why sad ending. They should be happy. Hiss the director is brash...! Anyhow hungry again," complained Dela by touching her stomach.

"Eh ... Looks like I got a little Gaza money yesterday I put in my bag."

Dela tried to remember the rest of the money that was not much. Maybe fifty thousand. But it was good if he could order food with that money. Fruit and juice are not enough to prop up his stomach. For some reason since she became pregnant, her appetite became more than usual. Even now Dela's cheeks are getting more and more puffy.

Dela tried to find the bag she was wearing yesterday when she fell. More precisely his bag which happened to be Gaza that took him. Pondar mandir Dela stumbled, but he did not find his bag where.

Dela clucked in annoyance. He was confused as to where he should look for his bag again.

"God ... Where Gaza put it. Gini if I don't keep it myself. Where he didn't say anymore he put it where."

Dela is still trying to find her bag with the capital holding on to the wall. This time the wall was the most meritorious thing in his life. Without walls what it means.

"This is it ..."

Dela found the bag in the room where Gaza often sleeps. Dela looked up her head.

"So far away he kept it. Why not keep it in my room. Hmmm!" grouse Dela.

"Ah why high too. How did I take it?"

The bag was in the Gaza room. But it sucks Gaza put it on a fairly high cupboard. Dela twisted her brain. He rolled his eyes, sweeping the entire room. He saw a broom in the corner of the room.

Dela let out a rough breath. Again, it requires a struggle that is not easy. Dela tried to take the broom.

"Can!" Dela smiled widely. He held the broom handle tightly. He made the broom as an impromptu stick.

The bag fell. He took it with a long enough broom handle. No need to walk anymore, Dela threw the broom to its original place. Until also although the location is messy, do not fit again upright standing.

"Bodo is very important back there," said Dela.

Dela returned to the front room to take her salary. He ordered food from the orange app with a discounted geratis ogir. At least he could buy more food.

"Done," he said when the food had been ordered. He again laid himself down with the television on while waiting for the order to arrive. He left a message to the food delivery courier to enter the house only. The house is not locked.

Long enough Dela waited for that order. The worms in his stomach started to break up again. Repeatedly Dela also looked towards the wall clock. Time spins so long. Waiting is not fun.

"When did the food get here?"

Tok tok tok tok tok tok

The sound of knocking on the door made Dela wake up from her lying position. He looked towards the front door. Not long after that the sound rang. Incoming message notification. Apparently it was from a courier who sent her food.

'Come in, sir'

The message immediately ticks blue. The courier went into the house.

"This is the order, pay in place yes, according to the nominal," said the food deliveryman.

"Yes, sir."

Dela reached into her bag. Fifty thousand dollars he took.

"It's Pak–... Uh uh uh uh..."

The food courier had already received money from Dela. But there are paper leaflets that also fell when the money was taken. Dela picked up the paper.

"It's Neng's food."

Dela took her food. Then the courier went back.

Dela doesn't care anymore. His attention was split on that folded piece of paper. He put his food on the table. His curiosity was greater than his hunger.

"I never felt like I was putting paper in a bag" he said. As if her bag was empty. The bag is only as a sweetener when he travels without any valuable contents.

Peatian Dela opened the paper. He scrunched his forehead, astonished to see the contents of the paper. Just an unknown number.

"Whose is this?" abugn.

"Ah bodo ah. I'm already hungry. Later," break it up later. His hunger became. Managing an unknown number will only delay eating it.

After eating Dela tried to distract him. Yet still. The paper took away his mind.

"Aihh whose number it is. I better call maybe. That's the rich man's number. Mayan later I can live with him," said Dela with his crazy mind.

One by one the numbers he typed. The phone is starting to connect. Dela bought her eyes how shocked she was when the voice from across greeted.

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Happy reading gaes,

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