My Sweet Journey's

My Sweet Journey's
Solutions



Meanwhile in Yuna's room, the woman was on a rampage. He knows Rossa is close to a man named Aria, but what he doesn't know is who this Aria is. Until when the information about Aria came, Yuna immediately growled in anger.


"Why?! Why does he always get a shitty guy. Riffaldo Aria Loka, in even richer than Angga. Damn it!!" Maki Yuna's.


Envy and envy have been ingrained for a long time. Yuna, the son of Rossa's uncle, has always wanted what Rossa has since she was entrusted to Zai.


Yuna used to be very envious when Angga often met Rossa while still in college. Moreover, Yuna liked Angga, but the man never knew. Yuna never met Angga either. Yuna always watched Angga from afar. Always follow the man wherever he goes. Yuna is obsessed with Angga. The woman wanted to take the Angga from Rossa, but there was no connection between Rossa and Angga at that time. Although Angga likes Rossa, but the man just holds it in his heart.


"Now I have to think of a way to derail their marriage. Rossa can't be happy. Just me! I deserve everything!"


Yuna's laughter echoed in the woman's room. The room that almost every night witnessed a heated struggle between Angga and Yuna. Yuna's face changed quickly, the woman laughed but now the look of anxiety was clearly visible on Yuna's face. The woman went straight to her dresser. Open the drawer and take a tranquilizer pill.


Yuna's panic disorder is getting worse. His paronymy thoughts were also getting less and more insensible, absurd. It is always anxiety that Rossa will take the Angga away from her, or Rossa will reclaim everyone's attention. That's why Yuna instigated Zai, Rossa's five-year-old father. The differences between father and son have intensified since Adnan's presence.


Yuna walked back and forth in her room. Some time thinking, until one memory goes into his head. One name came to his mind. Yuna's smile expanded. The woman snatched her bag and car keys, got out of her house to meet someone.


"This time I won't fail." Yuna's car drove into a religion-based school. Where the person he was going to meet was teaching there. A graduate from Al Azhar, Egypt.


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Aria is still working in the office, when she doesn't love Aria barges into her room. Tumben's boss the big boss is coming. What business is it? No way dong want internal order with lanang child.


"What's wrong Ma? Tumben. Katy Nyari? Katy is not. Aria's been throwing at the Korean pole." Aria asked without looking at the mama who had just exploded her golden voice.


Alluding to Katy, for the sake of well-being uh mutual security, the man actually sent Katy to the ginseng country. Amato's men reported that Katy was seen several times around Rossa's contract. Although there is no movement, but Aria is afraid that the Caucasian will threaten his future wife. Cie.cie.


Aria grimaced as the mama clapped her arm. "Let's just relax here. That's how your camer story is. The solution is not yet."


Mala looks worried, who wants to marry who, who makes a noise bin worried who. That was clearly the case with Mala, because if Aria is married then Amato is also married. Mala had to prepare for a wedding double, and it all started from now on. The time he had a month and a half.


Aria could only sigh. He was not looking for a way, but he was waiting for someone to call him back. The person's assistant said his master was very busy, therefore could not answer Aria's call. Who her?


"He's been busy lately. But he promised he'd call me when he had time."


"And you believe?" Mala asked with a face expression of disbelief.


"He won't break a promise, I trust him."


"Give up, my mom doesn't want to know. Catering, decor, invitations, MC, mixed saris, dangdutan, building all already mama booking."


Wagelaseeh, the mami gercep very. Zaiharudin Hutomo has not given his blessing. How could his mother have booked there, booked here. Not crazy anyway? Aria directly massaged her temple, dizzy. Not mumbling for the thought of looking for evidence to give to Zai. But dizzy because of the action of the mother who is very enthusiastic to have a gawe.


"And they can keep working, mama's message without a date." Mala's Grin. Aria auto gawking. How could my mom do that.


"Astagfirullah Ma, it hangs the sustenance of his name."


"No, it's all your own cousins. So mama's free dong."


Aria immediately patted her forehead slowly. He forgot that the cousin had a famous WO, Dreamaker Wedding Organizer. Some remember this WO, yes it belongs to Archie Aodra Wijaya from the work In My Dream, stop by ya 🤭🤭


"Trus?" Mala then explained that she only asked Archie and the staff to stand by. The wedding date will come out suddenly. When that comes, Mala will not take a grace period. Zai agrees, file up KUA, done, will be done immediately.


"Bakak dizzy ain't that guy." Aria muttered considering Archie is also a busy person.


"Bodo is very, the important thing is that he saguh (capable)." Reply Mala cuek.


"Wait, what did you promise budhe Lani?" Aria squinted her eyes, looking suspiciously at the kanjeng mami not dear Aria.


"none. Just collect an appointment first, Madam Lani said that if you marry later, her WO wear hers. Must say. It's been nice mama booking over a month. What if tomorrow you get married, today you just told the Arch."


"It's up to you. The important legitimate state religion, it's enough for Aria."


"That's it." Mala lightly replied.


Silence filled the room, Aria was again busy with her work, while Mala was looking for a wedding concept idea that they would use later.


"What kind of wedding do you want?" ask Mala.


"So don't ask Aria, ask her bride." Sahut Aria fast. There was a murmur of approval from Mala.


Both are back with their respective activities. Until the phone rings are heard. Aria's smile expands. This is what he's been waiting for. The solution to Zai's blessing was already in his hands.


"Wet Ma, we're a party." Aria said sure. It was so nice it seemed like those two people. But who was the phone from? Mala herself did not know.


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