NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

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I tried to browse her social media that Eliza also put on her business card.

Apparently, he was not a person who liked to show off activities as well. At IG are just a few photos of him. It also seems like this Lilis is stingy said. It's always a picture, no caption.

Don't think so, I! It turns out that Lilis can turn feminine gini! Time can really change a person. But not with me. Hixes. Coz I feel my life gini-gini aja. Flat alias flat only.

What do I connect with? Hm... Tengsin ga anyway? I used to be the most anti-same girl. His style that looks like a punk child makes me nauseous to vomit. But now.., to be honest Lilis makes me curious as well.

...Hello, Eliza. Still know me?...

Chatku after thinking, write a sentence, deleted again, type again, think again, delete, retype.

Is the language koq y? Is he not hurt by my rejection the other day? And now I suddenly chat as if we were familiar in the past. Hix... I feel so bad!?!

Ah, bomat ah! I also didn't mention my name. Hehe... Thankful, no response yes! Hm.

Long time too, waiting for a reply.

Tick two. But it hasn't been read.

Hhh... Means he has no interest even though I put my profile photo is quite of the selfian that repeatedly. Amshong means!

I no longer expect too much. Today I want to go to Dad's garden. Approaching him will be shocked because I have come home and can walk normally without a cane anymore.

As I expected. Dad's response more or less matched my shadow. He screams with excitement. And took me around his garden that I hadn't visited in four years.

While working in the capital, even though there was a return home every four months, but I never went to the father's garden which was located about a kilometer from home.

Hm. It's happy! This is the first time I've seen Dad so happy. His eyes, sparkling beautifully. His stories about the history of pepper trees and the fruit he planted were like stories of eternal heartfelt love.

Like Malika, who was raised and cared for like a child of her own. (FIX, BANGO AD VICTIM!)

Dad would occasionally introduce me to some of his fellow farmers.

Instantly I feel like Jamal, MC who is in the online novel Noveltoon titled Being a Successful Farmer (Braised System) by the cool author Tompealla Kriwiell who is again on going to the top of TOP. Aami...

Only difference, the Jamal lives in the world of the novel and has the power of the system. As for me, just self-reliance and high self-confidence through prayers to Allah Ta'ala only. Hixes.

Father called Mr. Abu Bakr. It turns out that his garden is next to Dad's pepper garden.

Ow hell! Pantesan bokap I betrothed his youngest son pens Abu sir. Apparently, there is a shrimp behind the bakwan. Duh, Dad!

Before long Mr. Abu came by riding a dirt bike.

Hm. The former magician. (Oiii, typo it! Racer!!) sori brother, follow up effect crazy up wkwkwk author follow crazy ngap!

"It's healed, Tot?" greet Mr. Abu Bakr.

I kissed the back of his hand. Smile and nod.

"Alhamdulillah! Oyya. Ask for help, may? Please pick up Tami at her friend's house named Kiko, Tot! The Square. This is Tami's phone number. On the phone if Gatot already nyampe density."

Duh's? This is very PR! Pick her up at her friend's house, what if she doesn't meet? And I kept telling him to come home, he didn't want to come, blah blah blah so on?

Hadeeeeeeeee! You guys, pe'a! Why so much fear! Woles, holes! Santui lives a life! You don't have to be too afraid to step!

"Good, Sir!"

All want to know his friends the Utami Habibah. The cave wife! Uhhuy...! Hehe...

I rushed on camer's dirt bike. Gokil cool too, belom anything has been given confidence riding his favorite vehicle. Motor trail anyway, this! Hm... The cake is not a random person either.

Daydreaming is the most fun job.

Moreover, daydreaming of fun things. Like today, imagining having a beautiful wife, young youth, descendants of people have too. That means I can relax the foot barges. Sitting sweetly every day. Morning breakfast bread and milk, lunch rice special menu, evening special super food made by famous chefs. (hadeh! The CEO is also not very, Tot!)

Kaga has a lot of self-esteem so be a man?!? His work was just bribed by the wife's family. Hix... I'm not really that, mah! Remember again the humiliation that I get if my behavior is that model! Men are just the same model of the envy****, cuih! Emoh!

I exhaled my breath hard.

I'm a guy who would rather fight than accept so. In addition there is more inner satisfaction of its own, ogah also if there will be a super bitter talk later on.

The point is, if a woman wants me, she should be able to accept me for who I am. There's nothing. And he wants me to fight together. Start everything from zero. That'sthat's all. Not much I want.

But where is that female model, Gatot Subroto?!? Duh... You look like an ideal fit! Gini day.., the girl must be looking for comfort. Comfort of life for sure! Comfort with an established man. I have a home, a job, a vehicle. Well what's it, Tot? A home? Still a parent. Your motorbike is passed over to Boss Gokil? Bye to the sea of Ancol, noh! It paid ten million for you to go back to the village! Lo savings? It is clearly not worth twenty million! The work? Currently listed as unemployed!

Hixes. Gembel my dong!

Therefore, you are lucky to be fooled into bonyok lo same beautiful girl, young and have rich parents. Thank you that!

Czechiiit...

Geez! Almost I know the body of a jazz honda car that suddenly stopped because there was a car broke down in front of him.

The driver of the car got off. Shocked like with the sound of my hand brake. He checked the back of the car.

It turns out a girl...

Duh, Ma'am! The car ain't koq! That safe.

When he looked at my face, we were both shocked.

"Gatots?"

"Lille?"

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