
CHAPTER 24.
Delon Takes Zella The Rooster That Zella Will Keep, While Zella Who Just Silences Following Delon's Footsteps...
Arriving in Front of the Delon Door to Give Zella Entry, Zella Entrance And Look Around The Room, Luxury That's What Zella Thought...
For a moment Zella Glanced at Delon, She Wonder whether This Place Will Be Her Room...
"Is This The Room I'm Going to Keep?"Ask Zella...
"Yes Miss, Is This Place Narrow Or Uncomfortable, let Me Tell the Waiter Here to Find Another Room!"...
"Ehh No No. It's Enough For Me, No Need to Find Another Room!"...
"Well, If You Want Something Just A Red Tombel That Sits Beside Bed."...
"Huh yeah?"Zella Who Doesn't Understand What Her Husband's Scetris Means...
Delon Who Realized If His Master's Wife Did Not Understand With His Speech Directly Walked Towards the Side of the Bed And Show Red Button....
"If You Want Something Press Only This Red Button, One of the Servants Will Approach You!"Clearly Delon Is Trying to Calm...
Zella Who Hears It With Insight, As Soon as Zella Silently Then Glances at Delon Who Also Stares At Her, Everything Is Silent, Zella Who Focuses on Digesting All Delon Sayings, While Delon Who Surprises Zella's Answer....
When the Door Opened, Both Men Glanced at Who Entered...
"Excuse me Miss."Greet the Servant...
"What's up?"Ask Delon...
"I'm Here to Send You the Letter You've Requested!"....
"Give It to Me and Get Out!"Delon...
The Servant Gives KeDelon Letters And Excuse Me Out...
Zella Glances at the Letter in Delon's Hands...
"What's That?"Ask Zella...
"This Letter Is Your Duty As Young Master's Wife Raga."...
"My extortion is Not Tasty!"Inner Zella..
Delon Gave The File to KeZella and Asked Her to Sign...
Curious Zella Opens The Letter...
...FILL LETTER...
THE SECOND PARTY SHALL PERFORM HIS DUTIES AS THE WIFE OF THE FIRST PARTY.
- BEFORE THE FIRST PARTY BAGUN, THE SECOND PARTY MUST PREPARE EVERYTHING THAT THE FIRST PARTY WANTS.
THE SECOND PARTY SHALL NOT INTERFERE IN THE AFFAIRS OF THE FIRST PARTY.
SIGNED BY THE FIRST AND SECOND PARTIES..
.....CONGRATULATIONS ON BEING YOUNG MASTER'S WIFE.....
Zella Who Reads The Letter Becomes Inner Pressure, Why This Agreement Is Not Fair At All..
"Young Master Wakes Up at Half-Six in the Morning, So You're Good at Five in the Morning!"...
"WHAT! FIVE IN THE MORNING?YOU'RE CRAZY, HE WAKES UP AT HALF-SIX WHILE I'M AT LIMAA!"Zella...
"Why Did You Forget The Promise? If You Must Wake Up Earlier Than Young Master!"..
"I Have to Do What? Sholatin She Like a Corpse? Or Burn Your Young Master That? AHHH STUPID!" Exclaims Zella Who Throws The Letter....
While Delon Is Trying to Hold His Laughter, Why The Wife Of His Young Master Is So Worrying Although Sometimes Makes Inner Pressure...
"You Must Sign That Promise Miss!"....
"What Should I Sign Up for? Your head?"Zella...
Delon Who Knows What Zella Means Tried to Calm Even When She Wanted to Laugh Out...
"If There's No More I Excuse Miss!"Sahut Delon Who Slightly Submits Body Respect Sign Then Go Leaving The Room...
While Zella Who Saw Delon Disappeared From There Dropped Himself On The Bedside....
She Didn't Think With It All, If She Tau Everything Will Be Like This She Will Never Accept This Marriage...
Zella, Feeling Tired, Decides To Sleep, But She Is Very Sultry, She Wakes Up From Her Sleep...
Zella Glanced Around The Room, Like Looking for Something...
"Large House, Luxurious Room But No Clock."Desisi Zella Who Watched Around The Room, Arrived Her Views Stop Right in Front of Her...
Diia Sees a Black Cold Clock Decorated in Gold-Diping Glass Glass, When Zella Is Silent...
"Means The Blind Me Dong!"The One Who blames Himself...
He Sees the Clock Towards Half-Two, Zella Decides To Clean Her Body First Then Errhat...
While On the Other Side of the Body That Just Finished Cleaning Her Body Directly Towards the Changing Room Her Shirt To Delivery Bed Shirt Black...
Setelag All His Been Finished The Raga Walk Near the Side of the Bed, Before That He Boiled White Water That Is Always Available Spoiled Then Turns Off The Lights, And Really Only Live Raga Dive In His Dream....
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