Qibla Love A

Gulana

After taking Mr. Nyoman home, and making the interceptors die Arion fleas immediately returned home his residence. Both corners of his lips were pulled upwards, as he looked at the crackle pouch he had in his hand. Arion deliberately bought food for Aisya and Grandma Imma while on the road earlier.

Although only a market snack, Arion is sure that Aisya and Grandma Imma will like it. Arion immediately entered the house after saying his greetings, but his forehead wrinkled when he found the house in a quiet state.

Arion placed the crackle on the table, his legs stepping quickly towards the room.

"Dad!"

Arion exclaimed loudly, yet there seemed to be no reply from Aisya. Even when Arion opened the bathroom door, he did not find Aisya there.

"Aisha!" call again.

Arion looks drunk, his heart beats faster when he does not find his wife anywhere. Is it possible that Aisya was at her parents' house?

Arion's brain seemed to be thinking, without a second thought - the man in the ash-shirt immediately rushed out of the room. But he had not yet closed the door of the room, the voice of a woman from behind.

"Again you home?"

Arion heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the voice he had been looking for. The one-painted man approached, without a warning Arion immediately hugged Aisya's body and gave a kiss on his wife's forehead.

"Where from?" ask Arion.

Aisya sighed softly, one hand patting her husband's open arms. Muscled arms that every night, day, morning, afternoon always embrace it.

"Rear, I'm sorry I'm not listening to Grandma, anyway,"

Arion nodded, the man again floated a kiss at the top of Aisya's head - before he stretched his arms.

"Bring something to you,"

Both of Aisya's eyes sparkled to hear him, what more as she opened the crackle bag that Arion showed her.

"Thank you, you know very well that Ais likes lempers" he said happily.

Arion smiled faintly, one hand outstretched to wipe the head of Aisya who was wrapped in an instant hijab.

"Betting a shower first, yeah,"

The cup!

"Enak, you will again yes," chuckled ignorant Arion, making Aisya's face flushed to the ears.

"There's a shower, iihh!"

Arion's naughtiness grew even more, when he saw Aisya putting a sour face on him.

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"Sorry Juragan, the plantation's boss tore the file,"

Calmly the man handed the map piece to the Juragan. He and his partner can guarantee that the proud, arrogant, miserly, miserly, medit, stingy, caustic, hese-regey will surely be furious with them.

"Stupid! I've paid a lot of money, but I'm still not a dick!" murkaniah.

A group of village thugs were lyrically interlocking, they had expected that this three-wife old man would go berserk when he found out that his plan had failed miserably.

Looks like the Juragan doesn't know exactly who his opponent is. The Magician was too proud and high-hearted, he felt that everyone could bow down.

"It looks like the Juragan picked the wrong target. I'd suggest the Juragan find another land, because I'm not sure if Juragan will get what the Jagan wants from the man of the city,"

The oracle was getting burned, his hands squeezing out the remaining brown map on the table.

"And we decided to stop. Accept this failed job, Juragan Haris-we'll excuse you,"

The man with the face of the sangar coded his partner to get out immediately. Leaving behind the Magician who would go berserk more than ever.

"Fuck all of you!"

They let out a rough sigh, upon hearing the swearing from the room they had just left.

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