Leaning My Naughty

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After doing the release of the heaven of the world, Nurbaya hugged Satria tightly, not wanting to be far from the little husband who had ravaged her heart.

“Why didn't you tell me while in Holland?” asked, stabbing Satria's chest slowly with her index finger.

“There is, I have the Secretary of the Gods inform you.” Stroking Nurbaya's hair in her arms.

“Usually as busy as you are, always contact me, what is the hectic? To the extent that only news from the Secretary of the Gods, even that to the Chief Servant!” Pinch the flat Satria chochochip.

“Auwch! Pain, Darling.” pekik Satria.

“Biarin!”

“Actually...” Satria stopped her speech, then sighed. “I opened a small company in the Netherlands, there was a burning in the warehouse, the core sariya anyway not the burning problem, I just confirm the chronology. But now it is safe kok.” he explained while stroking the head of Nurbaya.

“Fire? Loss dong, how much loss?”

“It's nothing, it's not a matter of loss, it's a matter of trust, I came there. Now it has changed its staff, or the people who work there.” Satria explained to Nurbaya in lay language, so that his wife understood.

Nurbaya murmured Oh, “then how much loss?”

“Free, 5.”

“5 million?” he asked by lifting 5 fingers. Satria smiled slightly.

“Hm, I mean, 50 million?” ask Nurbaya again. Satria scratched her head instead.

“500 million?” asking with a glare at his eyes, his head raised looking at Satria. The young man smiled clumsily.

“5 Billion?” ask Nurbaya again in a higher voice.

“Yes, geez. You said no loss? 5 Billion is big!” nurbaya.

Satria pulled Nurbaya's chin, then kissed her forehead. “Quiet Darling. I still have enough money to make you happy, 5 billion has not made me poor. Remember, your husband is rich in seven derivatives.” he said giggling.

“You should have told me, don't keep everything by yourself,” he said scowling.

“Iya, yes,” He hugged Nurbaya and then played Nurbaya's hair.

While Satria was pensive, some time ago, before he went to Holland, he had a meeting with a client who had good sense. Arnel had reminded the Secretary of God and Satria that the middle-aged man was cunning.

The middle-aged man knew that if Satria was 17 years old, he still forced a meeting at the club, booked a VVIP room. Pouring high alcohol. Of course Baron and Jaka as loyal personal bodyguards stood beside Satria and the Gods.

“Sorry, Sir. As you know, our Young Master is still a child, can not drink alcohol, of course alcohol is not good for health and is prohibited by religion, Our Young Master.” explained the Secretary of God politely.

Baron as a strong personal bodyguard drinking alcohol directly stood up and said, “Let me alone replace drinking for Young Master.”

For the Baron, the Secretary of the Gods should not get drunk, let him be a little drunk, but there are still Jaka and the other bodyguards standing outside.

“How about I call a comrade,” The middle-aged man immediately pressed the button, came 6 women in with mini clothes.

They each struggled spoiled on the arms of the bodyguards, the Secretary of Gods and the middle-aged man. While beside Satria, two girls could only stand while stroking the arm of Satria who was sitting quietly on the sofa king alone.

Satria glanced sharply at the hand that touched her arm, the strangest thing for Satria was the woman to her left, the woman named Melani. The traitorous woman, who had an affair with her best friend's lover.

Now, the woman shamelessly teased him, Satria flicked the two hands of the woman who stroked her hands. “Now don't beat around the bush, you want to agree on our cooperation or not?!” Satria stood up, tidying up her suit.

Seeing Satria standing, the Secretary of the Gods also stood up, spontaneously the middle-aged father immediately embraced Satria. “Don't be in a hurry, Nak.” he said still relaxed.

Satria smiled, the middle-aged father smiled widely as well. While the Secretary of Gods saw that smile instantly shuddered in horror.

Satria walked out. “Nak, wait a minute, let's have fun first.” he said still persuading Satria.

Satria instantly choked the middle-aged man's neck. “I don't like long-winded people in my limited time.” He slammed the man's body onto the floor.

“One time boasted you!” yelled the man. Satria glanced at Baron and Jaka, then walked out of the room.

What happened to the middle-aged father and the women inside? I don't know, only Baron and Jaka know. According to the Secretary of Gods, at least the middle-aged man had already obtained a raw bogem from his personal bodyguard. For Satria, he did not need cooperation with people who could not appreciate the time and privacy of someone. Especially by thrusting himself with such strange girls.

Problems kept coming back and forth ever since the incident with the middle-aged man. Not to mention, there are problems in Holland.

Satria sighed harshly. “What's up? How, sighing like that?

“Nothing, I was just thinking about where we honeymooned. Do you want to go somewhere?”

“Loh, instead of that time we've been honeymoon, yes?”

“That gift from Grandpa. I want a honeymoon like the two of us, it's okay often - often honeymoon.”

“I the hell whatever you take with you, as long as you are with you.”

“Wah, my wife's tumben is sweet talking. Makes me fall in love.” He kissed the lips of Nurbaya.

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