Love Wrapped Nista

Arrivals

Zahra's business plan is really well structured. It will sell a variety of breads and cakes, ranging from traditional to modern cakes in stores that are now in the renovation stage.

Every day there is a new recipe Zahra makes, the woman seems to experiment while developing a talent that has long been buried in her.

Today Zahra makes sliced bread filled with smoked meat, this is a new recipe that he innovated himself for the handling of young people who like to eat delicious but simple contemporary food.

Ken was busy with his own world in the living room as Zahra served his freshly cooked slice of bread.

"Well, what's my wife doing today?" asked Ken look enthusiastic, let alone the aroma that emanated from the bread that Zahra just served in front of him was very appetizing.

"Cobain.. later you get an honest comment about the taste," said Zahra seriously.

Of course Ken was happy to try various preparations made by his wife, because he was confident in the ability of Zahra qualified.

"Not eaten yet I guess it must be delicious. The aroma was immediately for the laper," Ken said frankly.

Ken took a slice of bread.

"Enak.the bread is soft, the flesh is also tasted. The maturity is fitting."

"Hihihi, I've been a judge on tv - tv you know!" kekeh Zahra's.

"Seriously, baby! Why don't you follow masterkoki? Your cooking can always spoil my tongue and stomach," Ken joked as he chewed on the wife's slice of bread.

Zahra just shook her head at Ken's praise.

"How can you pinter gini cook anyway? Pinter innovation too?"

"Yes, so I used to be a hobby cook. Continuing to fit in Singapore I had a course to make cakes - cakes and bread that, in accordance with the business we want to make," replied Zahra.

"Oh pantesan, so this is the bread you made yourself? It's not what's been filled with meat, is it?"

"Yes, Honey. I make my own bread dough, continue to be baked by myself as well, if the ready-to-eat bread is afraid of being hard and sluggish when it is stuffed so," Zahra explained.

"My wife is a genius, I'm in love..."

Zahra chuckled while patting the head of the king of the dreadlocks at his house.

"I'm really fat, honey..."

"If you have finished eating a new meal, remember fat. but if it is right served food in front of the eyes, never want to refuse," Zahra said while laughing slowly.

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Today Zahra went with Ken to the Workshop, they will have lunch together then check the development of the shop that is being renovated. Zahra wanted to see what was lacking there so that it would soon be filled with its shortcomings.

When Ken and Zahra were busy chatting in Ken's workspace in the Workshop, suddenly the phone in the room sounded.

"Why?" Ken received his phone line call.

"What?" Ken's face looked strange, his expression looked surprised and difficult to interpret. Zahra, who was looking at her husband, began to believe that something was going on.

"All right, I'll see him." Ken put the phone into its place.

"What's up, Ken?" Zahra looked at Ken curiously.

"There's a little problem ahead. Wait here, don't get out of my room" said Ken coldly. Zahra frowned in surprise at the change in her husband's attitude.

Zahra knew for sure something had happened, but she could not ask Ken any further because the husband had immediately passed after ending the sentence.

Zahra wanted to know what was really going on but she also couldn't possibly violate her husband's orders asking her to stay in this room.

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Meanwhile, Ken walked out of his room with wide strides. The atmosphere in front is quite crowded because there are some customers who come to the Workshop to service the car or clean the car in the carwash area.

"I told him to wait in the room, Bang." Darma pointed towards the room that held a lot of stock of workshop items.

Ken sighed for a moment, then walked towards the room. Darma passed by after delivering it to Ken.

"What do you want?" ken asked as soon as he arrived at the room that was not too big, he looked at the nyalang interlocutor.

The woman in front of Ken looked at the man with a teary look.

"Ken...."

"Please tell me what you want to come to me here, Jenar? What trouble are you bringing in now?" Ken railed against Jenar with wrath, shouldn't this woman bother him no more. Jenar already knew that Ken was married, didn't she? Then what else is he looking for Ken now?

Jenar approached Ken, trying to hold the man's arm but Ken immediately brushed him off.

"Go to the point! I don't want to see you lying in front of me!" ken said firmly.

Jenar sighed, then her lips began to open to say with a stammer. "I-I'm pregnant, Ken!" said it.

Ken's eyes fiddled hearing that, at first he did not look at Jenar's face, but hearing that made Ken turn to the woman as well.

"Then? What's the deal with me? You want to say it's my son?" ask Ken cynically.

Jenar nodded rapidly over and over again.

"Bullshitt!!" as if Ken in front of Jenar's face.

"I'm serious, Ken! This is your son!"

Ken shakes. "Impossible!" grunts.

"It's up to you to believe it or not, but this is really your flesh and blood. I can still finance it, I just want you to know that I'm pregnant with our child. Please admit this kid, Ken! We all know that we often do it first!"

Ken's speechless. He is sure that the one conceived by Jenar is not his son, but he also does not deny if he and Jenar do it often. But that was before.

"You know it's impossible, Jen! I always wear safety, right?" asked Ken after a long silence.

"Y-yeah, but the truth is I'm pregnant, Ken!" jenar Lirih. "The security could have been leaked or I don't know. Many cases are like this, there is no guarantee that everything will remain safe." Jenar started sobbing.

Dizziness running through Ken's head right now. How could Jenar be pregnant and demanding it now - while her household with Zahra was in its warmest and most fine phase. Damned!

"You can get pregnant with another man!" said Ken slowly.

"Ken? You're accusing me of that? That's the cowardly guy, Ken!"

Ken took a long breath. "Alright, tell me how old your pregnancy is!" ken pinta.

"5 Weeks..."

"What's? It's obvious it's not my son, Jen!" firmly Ken. How could Jenar's gestational age be the same as Zahra's current content? Hadn't they been out of touch for a long time, even before Ken married Zahra, Ken had long since left Jenar.

"This is your son, Ken!" jenar insisted.

"I can count! That's not my son! You hold her biological father accountable, not to me!"

Jenar shook her head as she broke into tears. "You're the father, Ken! If you stay like this then I don't hesitate to bring this thing to the legal path. I know it won't affect you, but I'm sure your wife will find out sooner or later! What would he do if he knew this, Ken?" menacam Jenar not kidding.

"I told you it wasn't my son! We can prove it with a DNA test." Ken turned around, preparing to leave Jenar alone in the room.

Ken kicked the door with a loud swipe, then the man actually passed from there.

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