I Love You, Ma'am Kunti

code letter

PIC... PIC... PIC...

The sound of a door code lock being pressed by someone in front. Makes Evans a little woozy. He moved on, then bowed slightly after seeing who had come.

"Young master?"

"Notaris Evans, how are you?" Shake the man's hand.

"I'm good, Sir. Please sit down."

They walked towards the corner seat that was in the room.

"Would I make you a cold drink, sir?"

"no need. I just want to, ask about my standing, after this."

"I understand, but still we need a gold stamp."

"Gold stamp?"

"Yes sir, the name change of ownership will be valid with a gold stamp. That's what's on the will."

Devan scratched his head. The ring distracts the notary a little.

But he focused again on Devano's face.

"Is there no other way?"

"There is no sir. We'd better try to find out first. Where's the gold stamp, it's stored."

"I've been trying to find in Omah's room, and Papih. Even to the work room. But not found. Does Mamih know?" Devan muttered, hearing that Evans was speechless. Precisely if Madam Lili knows, that's the danger.

"But, at least. Can the young master occupy the chair of the President? To be able to get back to holding the headquarters." Ask Andre.

"Maybe... I will try. Soon we arrange a meeting with Mrs Lili and Secretary Erik."

"Why is it still so hard? Am I not married, and I am old enough?"

"The thing is, the rules are different now sir. A lot of games that make it a bit difficult for me to find a gap to get in there. Secretary Erik was really a big influence over all of Diamond's corporate organizational structure."

"Damn!"

"Please sir, we'll try even more. After this– the gold stamp, we will soon find," said Andre calming. Devan breathed.

He always plays with his ring, twirling the jewel. But not once, he realized that the jewel could be opened.

***

In a different place, he saw a luxury car entering the area. But the attention is not there, but other cars that also stop.

He held out half his lips.

I was expecting, after Muni married the young master. He certainly did not escape the observation of the aides of the crumbs.

Ms. Asmia put on her glasses. All this time, he changed his appearance. He who was not so old used a fake hair that was white. In addition to large glasses, also the skin that he changed became darker even though previously he had a white skin color.

"Mu Asmia–" said Kunia cheerful as usual.

"Hallo Young lady, how happy is it today?" Chuckles.

"What the hell is calling me Miss, just call me as usual."

"Loh, let it fit. After marrying the young master."

"Yes... Yep... But I still prefer to be called by name."

"Hehehe– Mbak Kuni want what message?"

"No message yet, just later."

Ms. Asmia smiled, she put down a handful of scoops that she just dried with a rag. After that, hold up your chin.

"What's it like to get married?"

"It's normal."

"Oh yeah?"

"Emmm.." he replied. –it is normal, in addition to the bump on the forehead. Because last night.

Kuni touched the part of her forehead that was still painful.

There they were still chatting here and there, telling me a lot of things. While laughing, even without realizing it has been a long time more than an hour.

Kuni looked to her left. He found only two burly men at another table, whom he attended only a few minutes from him.

"No one is present yet?"

Ms. Asmia smiled. "There's Kok– this Kuni Mbak, and two mas-mas people there. My customers are present."

"Loh, I'm different. That means another customer."

"It's past lunch. It will be a lot later this afternoon."

Kuni. Meanwhile, Ms. Asmia's head was raised, observing two other customers who had not left.

"Your prince came, mom to Truk first huh."

"Iya–" Kuni nodded as she chuckled. Then look back. "Have arrived? How soon is your show done?"

"You want me to be long, huh?"

"Not really."

"Message me the same as that time. But in the wrap alone, we eat elsewhere–" rubbing the head of the soft Kunia.

Now this guy looks more human, right? (World)

"All right." Kuni moved, just to scream. "Bu– packs two yes!!"

"Hei– lower your voice. Can you?" Devan Protests.

"I can't speak softly, huh."

"But you can go there!"

"Can't either." Ledek World.

"Basic!"

Kunia chuckled, before long Ms. Asmia approached, giving a parcel to Kunia. Devan watched the woman in front of him, as he knew her. But who?

Because Bu Asmia's appearance is not at all like the female chef who worked for her omah just yet.

"Let's go."

Devan was stunned, still looking closely at Bu Asmia. The old lady just smiled warmly. He also shook his head, after that moved while holding the hands of Kunia.

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In another place...

In a cool lake, Devan grabs one that has been opened by his wife. They had eaten the food in the car, by the lake.

"Black pepper meat," Devan murmured with a happy smile, he looked excited to make Kunia snort.

"Sounds like you're happy anyway?"

"Yes, the chef understands that I like this." Chirps origin.

"Hmmm, by the way true too huh? This is the second time Ms. Asmia has given you the same side dish. I didn't order that. But you like it."

"Who?"

"What?"

"The name you mentioned earlier?"

"Mom Asmia... What's up?" Ask Kunia, because the man immediately fell silent.

"I know the name, but the person is different."

"Oh yeah?" The world started eating his rice.

"Iya–" Devan scoops it still it full, then puts it in his mouth. Again he looked at his name on the paper bolw. "Taste–"

Maybe I just miss Miss Asmia.

Smile, before scooping her necklace again. Until he found something that went into his mouth.

"What's this?" Quickly eject. The curious world looked.

"Paper?" Ask the woman astonished. "Can you, there's paper in the rice? Ms. Asmia, that's her man, be careful."

Devan did not care about Kunia's words, because the paper covered with plastic, it seems there is writing in it. He handed it to Kunia, the rice in his hand and opened the paper inside the small plastic.

"Written?" muttered Kunia, he wanted to read too.but it was difficult, when Devan's one hand, pressed his forehead so as not to approach.

[The tomb of Atala's family, when the sky had just presented the king who brought one of his scorching rays, tomorrow. Come there, and you will meet the hidden light, all this time. However, you still have to be careful with the number of ears and eyes that always follow. Don't bring them along. ]

Devan frowned, he didn't understand what he meant.

"What's writing?" Kuni was still curious. But soon the paper was squeezed Devan, as if it should not be read also by the wife.

"It's nothing. Just eat right, don't let that rice in through your nostrils," Devan recaptured his rice bowl.

"What do you think I'm so stupid? Fuck up!"

Devan did not care, he just ate until it ran out even though his mind still kept looking at every word written on the paper.

It seemed like those were not ordinary words of wreath that had accidentally entered. I have to find out.

He took out his phone and typed something for his deputy, Andreas Manoppo.

Seriate...