My Love is Heavy on the Scales

CBT 89

With expertise in seducing and persuading, Bara finally collapsed as well. He is currently on the terrace of Mr. Tarjo's house. The old man entered the house in a hurry to the kitchen.

"Mom, please make some more coffee!" said Mr. Tarjo while looking for snacks in his simple kitchen set.

His breath was stifled when he saw the jar of khong guan which contained tengginang. "Okay, you can get caught for fraud."

"meaning?" Bu Ani looked astonished.

"Yes, this is a jar of khong guan, why the contents of the renginang? Very habitual content of tengginang here, make PHP people know!" sulkan Pak Tarjo's.

"We don't have another jar, sir!" Ms. Ani grumbled, as long as she put coffee and a little sugar in the glass.

Mr. Tarjo who saw it immediately racked his waist. "Eh, don't just make it Mom. That's delicious! That's for a potential ghost."

Hearing the words of the prospective daughter-in-law of the husband, Bu Ani also knew who the person in question was. "Is there a Bara, sir?"

"Yes, Bara is here to love you, Mr. Tarjo" commented a happy smile.

"Huh? Seriously Sir? So the gardener at his house?"

The deadly pinch landed on Bu Ani's cheek, Pak Tarjo was anxious with his beloved wife. "What really is Ma'am, when the future in-laws are told to be a gardener in his house?"

"Well, what's it going to be?" The woman stirred the coffee for a long time. "Said not to dream sir, hoping to reach the moon."

"Eits, don't get me wrong. The moon here is Yanti, our son!"

"As far as Mr. Deh," said Bu Ani originally, he was lazy to argue.

"The father of work in Nak Bara's office, so his Secretary," Pak Tarjo's words succeeded in making his wife choke on the coffee he was tasting.

"Uhuk, uhuk, uhuk," Bu Ani coughed, the woman rubbed her chest.

"Be careful, Mom! So it's a sprain," The look on Mr. Tarjo's face is worried.

Bu Ani broke away from the rubbing of the husband's hand on his back. "Mother, don't joke!"

"What?"

"That, so Seker... Secertatis."

"Secretary, Mom." Mr. Tarjo chuckled amusedly at the words of his wife.

"Yes, that's it. Really Sir?" back, Ms. Ani made sure. Mr. Tarjo nodded in response to the wife's question.

The woman's face sparkled, not really expecting her husband who had stepped on almost 60th will get a decent job. For many years Mr. Tarjo worked as an ojek, often catch a cold because of looking for passengers until late at night. Without feeling Bu Ani shed tears haru.

"Mommy wants to go forward, want to say thank you very much the same prospective father's ghost." exclaimed Bu Ani while carrying a tray to the terrace of the house.

Oh, finally. The wife also approved the decision of Mr. Tarjo to make Bara a potential ghost.

Bara was pensive when Bu Ani approached, the woman commented on her sincere smile. "Don't daydream, son. Danger, it'll be too late!" said Bu Ani.

The man gasped to find that Bu Ani was already sitting next to him. "Eh, yes, ma'am." Bara rubbed his nape while hiding the hue on his face.

"Sir Bara, I want to say thank you for giving my husband a job" said Bu Ani.

"Sama-sama Ma'am," said Bara politely.

Not long after Yanti looked out of her room in casual clothes, Bu Ani knew from the sound of the closed room door. He immediately got up and told Bara to enter the house.

"Where are you going, Yanti?"

"You buy Mom's book, make reference to my final assignment" Yanti said as she grabbed a sling bag and walked over to look at the door without her knowing that Bara had seen her.

The man was silent, whatever was on his mind however, his manic was not stopping following Yanti's every move. Until finally Yanti turned to the side where Bara was sitting. Without a word, the girl immediately entered the house with a pale face.

"Mother! Why didn't you say there was Mas Bara?"

Bu Ani chuckled at the tensed face of her daughter. "Eatya klo ngaca not while walking, must have been Nak Bara saw when you snack."

Oh my god, Yanti did not make a sound. His face red withstanding shame, he stared intently at his mother who was still chuckling.

"Laughter on, Yanti is leaving first!" yanti Ketus. He was about to leave the house but Bu Ani immediately restrained the girl.

"Wait a minute!"

"What else is it, Mom?"

"You go alone?"

Instead of answering Mother Ani even went out of the house while holding Yanti. The girl just followed the mother in surprise.

"Son, please deliver my son! He's going to the bookstore" said Bu Ani.

Just touch Yanti's eyes perfectly rounded with her mouth open. He was about to make a protest, his mother casually asked for help from people who were not well known.

"Ib-" Yanti's words were cut off when she saw Bara rising from her chair.

He passed 2 other women of that generation and stopped in front of the terrace, Bara reviewed a small smile. "Come, I'll drop off."

Ani and Yanti's mother seemed hypnotized with a charming smile that was rarely seen on Bara's flat face. Even they both thought Bara could not smile at all. Bu Yanti who was aware of his charms patted Yanti who was still speechless was amazed.

"Eh, dumbass, have a crush, huh?" Bu Ani smiled amusedly, fortunately no saliva dripped from her child. The problem is that Yanti's mouth is gaping for quite a while.

Yanti looked hard at Bu Ani. His mother was no different from his father, a forcible.

"It's gone there." Bu Ani pushed Yanti closer to Bara.

"But Ma'am," Yanti was still reluctant. He tried to refuse.

"Kasian nak Bara wait a long time, quite well you don't have to be hot." Bu Yanti rolled her eyes meaningfully.

Yanti turned to Bara who was still faithful waiting for her in front of the terrace. With resignation, he finally wanted to go to the man. Bu Yanti waved happy hands to let go of Yanti and Bara. The silhouette of the 2 men from behind looks harmonious in the eyes of Bu Ani.

Oh my God, match them. If you are not a match, please consider. Inner Bu Ani.

Even in prayer, the nature of the speaker does not go away.

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Le Rosey

Angga really took advantage of his position as a teacher in order to get close to Mia. As of this moment, ask the girl to bring the book from the classroom to her room. He could have brought the book himself. (Mode)

"Where's the book Om?" The girl closed her mouth, she often forgot to change the call to Angga.

He timidly looked at Angga who had closed the door of his room, seen the man locking it from inside.

"Why is it locked, sir?" mia asked a little.

"For nothing to disturb" Angga said with a seductive smile.

Mia had to hold her breath and beat her heart when she was close to Angga, even the man's smile could make the girl's heart jump out.

Angga approached Mia, picked up the book that was still faithfully held by the girl then looked back at her deeply. Mia could only mute without making a sound, starting to get clumsy with the state of the girl finally lowered her head.

Could have weakened my heart for a long time.

"Why down? Look at me, Mia."

The girl was still unmoved, a red hue adorning her cheeks. Angga gave a smile, he held Mia's hand and led her towards the sofa. Mia was stunned for a moment by Angga's sudden hand.

He sat Mia on the sofa, then Angga sat next to him. Mia rounded her eyes as Angga put her head on the lap of the girl. Angga volunteered to find a comfortable position so that he could look at his girl from below. The man closed his eyes.

Look tired curate on Angga's face, pulling Mia's finger to wipe it. "Capek to Om?" Mia stroked the man's hair. Angga smiled a little like pampered.

"Yes, tired of chasing you," he said ignorantly.

Mia pulled her hand with a sad face. He did not expect to have made his handsome Om exhausted.

"Kok quit?" Angga opened his eyes, he wanted to be glued again. It feels so comfortable.

"Sorry, I'm tired of you."

Angga rubbed the cheeks of Chabi Mia, he stared at the gray bead he so glimmered. "It's okay."

Angga's hand crept into the nape of the girl then pulled her. "Because I love you, Mia." said Angga before landing a soft kiss on the girl's pale red lips.

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Sorry. I fell asleep again. At least resistant to sticking with the pillow. 🙏🙏🙏

Bang Bara has started PDKT neh, Om angga make author baper... Ngarepin deh in gituin... 🙈🙈🙈