Love of the Son of the Maid

Love of the Son of the Maid
Keysha's new plan



Tonight, Juna and Ira look fresher after bathing. Time was about to enter the dinner hour, when the two had just walked out of the room. The faces of the two also seemed more radiant, unlike their usual in these few days.


All the servants and workers in Iskan's house, made to wonder about the attitude of the couple. Their changes are also fairly quick.


"Bik Narsih, share dinner with others, will you? Me and Ira want dinner outside." Sapa Juna suddenly.


Bik Narsih of course nodded. "Good, den."


Arjuna nodded, walking out with a leisurely pace passed away bik Narsih who was smiling obliquely.


'The path is non Ira. Well, surely the goal of non Ira has been broken down by the same den Juna. Thank goodness, if that's it.'


Whisper Narsih in the heart.


Along the way Ira and Juna this time, the two seemed clumsy, because their relationship had only improved. Both Ira and Juna, want to open a conversation, but are confused about how to start.


"Ra?" Call Juna, make Ira turn and do not know how to.


"Yes, mas?" Answer Ira.


"Why are you just diem?" Ask Juna again.


"What should I say?"


"Yes, what the hell. Than diem. Or, you don't want to ask about me?"


"What is Ira going on, who should find out about the habits and preferences of mas juna? Once in a while, Juna also had to find out about Ira." Tandas Ira, made Juna blink his eyes several times the sign he was wrong again in the eyes of his wife.


"Yes, not that either. I mean yeah, does that cake make conversation open." Juna.


"Once in a while Juna dong, who opened the conversation. If it's always Ira, Ira isn't good either." Ira replied again.


From the brief conversation of Juna and his wife, Arjuna concluded, that women are always right and never want to give up. Moreover, Ira was young enough to be a wife figure. So Arjuna felt that he needed to try harder to conquer Ira.


"Yes, yes." Now, only Arjuna turned his brain to look for talk. He did not want to look like a driver who only needed his services to control the steering.


"Oh yeah, where do we eat? What do you want menu?" Ask Arjuna again.


"Well, just don't eat weird food using tomato sauce that tastes sour, and the usual white sauce mas Juna eat the same toast." Answer Ira.


"Actually, your favorite food, what the hell?" ask Juna again.


"Simple food, use rice, do not use bread-rotian, which obviously must be chili sauce, which is spicy and a fan of the vegetable nation." Ira replied with a smile. Imagining food with red chili super spicy, making him impatient to want to eat immediately.


"Why should it be spicy, anyway?" ask Arjuna.


"Because the spicy is special in the heart."


"What's so spicy? Do I need to clothe my body with chili peppers, so that it can be special in your heart?" Kelakar Arjuna's. The man deliberately teases his wife, to find out how Ira reacts after this.


"No, you're not going to go to the hospital." Answer Ira. His cheeks were red with shame.


"Oh yes, Ra. I made a deal with Rehan and Aryo earlier, we'll meet them at the location of a house that wants to be sold with the owner." Juna.


"As for Juna, deh. What matters is that Ira mas Juna will be comfortable living there." Answer Ira.


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In a room that is quite spacious, Keysha walked in haste after doing a photo shoot. The woman was apparently being appointed by a well-known brand to be a model.


"Sir Keysha, tomorrow morning until noon there is a photo shoot in the XXX building until noon. Afternoon and evening we will . . . ."


The woman who became Keysha's manager, approached Keysha holding a pen and a book.


"Four o'clock in the afternoon until the next day in the morning, give me time to rest. I told you before, that tomorrow night I have to go somewhere." Reveal Keysha arrogantly. The woman felt too squeezed by the manager.


Keysha has always dreamed of a brilliant career. But that doesn't mean Keysha has to work day and night to make him ignore what his life needs. Love included.


"Yes, mbak. I'll talk to the crew later, let's stand down." Answer the manager slowly.


In the past, Keysha desperately forced him to find a job so that Keysha could be famous. But look, now. Keysha long forgot that he forced the manager.


Keysha passed, leaving the manager to meet someone in the dressing room. Keysha's move was hasty, he did not want to be late and all his plans were hindered by his own actions.


"Old time, Rena?" Keysha asked then, to a woman of lush stature, and brown-skinned sapodilla matured.


"Lumayan. Here, Lo's order." The woman called Rena. The woman handed him a small box that was somehow inside.


"Gue Saranin, you mix it up not much. A quarter of this bottle, the same half of that bottle. It will also not affect the taste. Just that, later the victim will lusted heavily for the war in bed."


"OKAY. I'll transfer to Lo's account." Say a bright smile.


"When do you plan to see Arjuna again?" Ask Rena later.


"Tomorrow at night if not late afternoon. He was the least afraid that women were in trouble. I'm gonna ask him to come to my apartment, with a sick excuse." Say Keysha with his sneaky.


"Lo is not afraid of sin? Juna has become the husband of people. The recipe is called big-gedean. What do people say later? Don't you fear your career is ruined?"


"No will. I'll play neat. I still don't want to, she belongs to another woman. I think my career is more important. In fact, the cave can't if he has to stay that way." Keysha.


"Didn't you think of other men who are single? That's better than Juna, right, a lot? Especially from the same crowd as Lo."


"Males who plunge into the world of entertainment, most of them crocodiles, Yes although not all, anyway. His name is also already dead love with Juna." Keysha said with a smile. Imagining Arjuna's face, Keysha's heart was engulfed in passionate love.


"It's up to Lo, if Lo can't be advised. I just want to say, Take care of yourself. If Lo's plan does not work, Lo not only deals with his wife Juna, but also will deal with Iskandar sir. You certainly know Mr. Iskan is not a random person."


Rena's sentence, makes Keysha silent a thousand languages.


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