Hugging Lover in Prayer

Titian patience

Dreams are just dreams. Hoping to get attention, in fact a rejection that is obtained. Mia's face turned sour as she exited Randy's room, very different as she entered the room. It can be ascertained, Mia was rejected raw.

The whispers of netizens were heard again, they again scorned the behavior of Mia. It's clear Randy already has a companion, this girl forced forward with a cup of coffee. It's funny, isn't it?!.

"Pack Randy's wife is so beautiful, so bohay, Mia's just the tip of her fingernail."

"Hahaha, you're right. Hurry up you wake up Mia, you don't want an office with a madman, do you?!."

The whisper was not heard in Mia's ears, this girl just pretended not to hear it. The scorn is not to cut Mia's spirit to win Randy's heart, it becomes a spark of spirit.

"Alright, let's see what the woman is dressed like" whispered Mia's heart. A moment later this girl surfed in cyberspace. Intentionally peeking at Randy's social media, in order to see a Salwa more clearly.

"Waw, she's really pretty. So endearing. Owh, her body is so good!!, did she perform surgery on her front and back??," the confidence instantly shrank. The charm of a Salwa is able to make Mia inferior.

After watching Salwa, Mia turns to Randy. His heart was amazed, so handsome. The feeling of inferiority is slowly eroded, although Salwa is more beautiful and sexier than herself, Mia will still move forward.

"I won't stop before I take you to bed!" he said.

While Randy, Salwa's game is really addictive. While working Salwa game continues to flutter in the mind.

Randy presses a button on the phone connected to the secretary, to ask for a work schedule.if there is no more he wants to go home quickly and play hot with snow.

Let us leave for a moment the ark of this lust-based household. Peering at a young man who was struggling. The disease of love continues to shake the heart, just looking from far away his sleep became disturbed. And Yasmine, the cotton candy giver is still a mystery to him.

Pensive this girl at the bus stop, waiting for the driver's uncle to drive around and pick up the santri who came home and left in the afternoon. In this cottage there are two options, the students can choose to go to the cottage or just go home. For those who go home will go home once a month, for those who go back and forth will be picked up after Dzuhur, and delivered home at five in the afternoon.

Along with Ustadzah Syabilla, Yasmine gets a job shopping at the market. Before Dzuhur the bus had left for the city, leaving Yasmine and Ustadzah Syabilla in the market. Before picking up the bus students will stop at the workshop first, just check the state of the bus that is routinely done. That afternoon after shopping, these two women with a lot of groceries waiting for the bus to pick up.

"Tit!!" the sound of the horn shocked Yasmine and Ustadzah Syabilla.

The figure of the young man with a sweet smile, rushed out from inside the car and approached them.

"Yasmine, go back to the cottage. Let me take you."

Blinking her lips, Yasmine hesitates to accept Yahya's invitation, the future husband. Syabilla's Ustadzah, who has yet to find out about their relationship, pulls Yasmine slowly, creating a distance between them.

Yahya saw the movement even though it was faint, he was quick to introduce himself"Include me Yahya, Yasmine's future husband."

"I'm Syabilla, Ustadzah at her school."

Both of Syabilla's Ustadzah eyebrows shot up, he was shocked. Yasmine and herself are close, but until now Yasmine has not told a story about Yahya. The beautiful bead of the woman with the round face looked at Yasmine, and looked a nod from the girl.

"Yes, let's go home. There is also a good thing we are among Yahya, because now the bus must bring a lot of students, while our groceries are quite a lot." His word.

"Please" Yahya said so politely, allowing the two women to get into the car.

Instead of one of them sitting in the front seat, the two women chose to sit in the back seat. Until inevitably Yahya put the rest of the groceries that do not fit in the trunk into the front seat.

"No pa-pa kept there?" yasmine asked, looking at the two boxes of Snack placed there. Today in addition to shopping for the kitchen, Ustadzah Syabilla all shopping snacks for the canteen. That's why their groceries are so much.

"Yes, not pa-pa. Rather than you sitting here" Yahya threw a smile from the rearview mirror in front of him.

Yasmine was so embarrassed, feeling seduced in front of the Ustadzah Syabilla. While Ustadzah Syabilla could not help but laugh, to turn her face so that her laughter was not visible to both of them.

"Ustadzah, it's okay to joke around with the wife-to-be." I don't think Yahya asked that.

"It's okay. But it'd be better if it's legal."

Yasmine raises one eyebrow, replying to Yahya's mischievous glances from the rearview mirror.

"Kok that?. I'll get married eventually." Yahya started running the car.

"Will be married, different from being married." Sahut Ustadzah Syabilla while typing a message, and sending it to the uncle of the bus driver.

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Arjuna and Enda's residence is almost complete. Unlike the modern Enda property, Arjuna's residence looks simple. More use of ulin wood instead of ceramic materials such as Enda's. In addition, the wall material also uses ulin wood material.

"Let it be more pronounced to live in his village Yah" Arjuna replied to his father. Agam at that time saw a big difference in these two young people's homes.

"It looks simpler too, than the house of Bang Enda" added Arjuna.

Agam, the father nodded his head at the two dwellings"But yours must be more expensive right?."

"Extremely got Father Dong. Arjuna's house is just from wood" the mother chimed in.

Arjuna laughed, until both eyes narrowed.

"That's how to grunt. Yes, Syailendra's house is expensive right?" said the mother again.

His father rubbed the head of the wife, until they were both facing each other"It's a pity, the unit price could only defeat one sack of cement" his feet stomped on the porch floor of their son's residence, their son's house, made of that wood.

Jenaira, the mother took a look at the wood she thought was so hard"Well, yeah?!."

"Ih the Mother. The son of the property manager does not know the building materials."

"That's not my job." Mother pulled out Father's hand, which managed to pinch his nose.

Anxious after pulling the tip of the nose of the wife, Agam turned to pull both cheeks Jena. Arjuna who was there like a mosquito repellent, accompanied this couple joking and spoiled.

"Ouchhh!! how friendly in front of Juna anyway!!."

"You're envious? so the hunt select the candidate who submitted Grandma."

Keep the distance from Mother"Aduh Mother, they are women kok made pelihan for Juna anyway. Let's just like this, if it's up to the soul mate, it must meet me."

Jenaira's glance turned sharp"Don't tell me you're still expecting that woman?. The guy's wife??." From the sounds and glances of the eyes, it is not wrong Arjuna keeps a distance with his mother now.

"Mother, don't be angry. Later his head dizzy" try to relieve emotions that began to crawl up.

"Dad~~~, try to tell this child!. I don't want to have a kid on the pebinor stamp!!" whining, the mother looks funny in Arjuna's eyes.

"No!!. Arjuna doesn't disturb their households." This answer is not satisfactory for Jena, nor Agam.

Agam pulled the son"Let's go back to Grandma Adila's residence. I want to tell you a lot."

"You want to tell me what to nag."

"Recents..."

"But Mom is pouting" Arjuna is not sure she will escape her parents' nagging, as she still expects Salwa.

"Dad promise won't nag." Okay, this time Arjuna's gonna believe what Dad said.

Elsewhere, Randy is back. Mr. Heru offered her a very large co-operation of his profits, on condition that he spend one night with Salwa. For the sake of a big tender Randy persuaded Salwa.

"Crazy gold!!. Are you going to sell me??." Screeched Salwa with a pair of reddened eyes.

To be continued...

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