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Savings Money

Angga returned home with a carefree heart, during the journey to his residence, his lips did not stop expanding.

Especially when remembering what he did together with Mini before he came home, his heart was happy not to play.

Frankly, he wants more than that, but he realizes that he is with Mini and has not been tied to the wedding rope.

Angga really had to think of a way to be able to quickly raise money to get married, so that he would not have to hold back his desires anymore.

In order for him to soon have a Mini completely, he can start his relationship in the household.

Arriving in front of his house, Angga immediately parked his car. Then he went into his house.

"Home home?" ask Bi Narti.

Bi Narti was seen sitting on the sofa in the living room, he was deliberately waiting for his handsome son.

"Already, Mom. Mommy's not asleep?" asked Angga while sitting next to Bi Narti and hugged him from the side.

"Mom is waiting for you, son."Bi Narti gently stroked her son's back gently.

"If you're tired of sleeping, don't wait for me." Angga looks to break his embrace.

"It's okay, I just wanted to ask. Are you ready to marry Michele?" ask Bi Narti.

"Ready, Mom. The money is not ready yet" said Angga with a whin of his horse.

Hearing what his son said, bi Narti immediately chuckled while shaking his head.

Bi Narti really knows if Angga already has savings, what else in the village only Angga manage Cafe owned Larasati for 2 years.

Plus managing Cafe Larasati in the capital for eight months, you can be sure if the savings are quite a lot.

Because during work Angga money never used at all, always Larasati who meet the needs of both of their lives.

One thing he believed, Angga wanted to give an extraordinary marriage to his heart.

She also definitely did not want to disappoint her future in-laws by just having a simple wedding.

Though Mini has repeatedly said if he does not want a luxurious wedding, because according to Mini the household they will live that they have to think about.

Not how much the cost to spend for the wedding reception, but Angga insisted on giving the best for his wife.

"What's up, Mom? Why even daydream?" ask Angga.

Bi Narti smiled, then he picked up a savings book that had been lying on the table.

The savings book he handed to Angga, Angga looks confused. However, he still took the savings book from the hands of bi Narti.

"What's this, Mom?" ask Angga.

"That's Mom's saving money, the wage Larasati gave her when she raised her for two years. There is also wage money from Larasati, because I have helped at the Cafe," said Bi Narti.

Hearing what bi Narti said, Angga seemed confused. For what he thought bi Narti gave his savings book to himself. Isn't that money for his old age?

"What do you mean, Mom, what the hell did you say to me?" ask Angga.

"Mother's savings money for you, so that your savings money can be more. Because I know very well if you want to ask Michele soon," said Bi Narti.

"They want to marry Michele, Mom. But that doesn't mean Angga has to sacrifice Mother's savings for Angga's happiness, this is money for Mother's old age guarantee. Don't give it to Angga!" reject smooth Angga.

Bi Narti seemed to shake his head as Angga handed back his savings book.

So far Angga so lacking affection, because his father has died since Angga was a child.

Even he was also less affectionate than himself, because since childhood Angga had been abandoned by him, while he worked in the city to support Angga.

Maybe with the money he had right now, he could make Angga happy, he thought.

Angga immediately returned Bi Narti's embrace, then she gently stroked her mother's back.

He became sad and in the end Angga also cried, they embraced each other and expressed the happiness and sadness they felt.

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Angga is now seen sitting on the edge of the bed while looking at the savings book handed by bi Narti, apparently the number is not playing games.

Nominal money of ninety-six million seven hundred twenty-one thousand rupiah listed there, Angga to his surprise made.

If bi Narti's savings are that much, it means that as long as he works in the city he never uses the money at all.

Only occasionally did he spend money on Angga's pocket money, eating Angga daily and for the purposes of paying electricity and water.

"Oh my God, I really want to marry you." Angga immediately stored bi Narti's savings book into a drawer.

Then he took his savings book, he saw the amount of savings that had been collected for two years managing Cafe Larasati while in the village.

He also saw the nominal salary figure given by Larasati when taking care of his cafe in the city center, it turns out that the number is not less.

During managing the cafe in the village, Larasati paid Angga as much as three million and five hundred thousand. While managing a Cafe in the city center, Larasati paid Angga seven million each month.

"It seems like it won't be until one year I can already marry Mini" Angga said.

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Elsewhere.

Larasati was seen just coming out of the bathroom, she only used a small towel limited to the chest.

He sat in front of the mirror, then he dried his wet hair with a hairdrayer.

Soon the door of the room seemed open, of course the culprit was none other than Jonathan.

When he saw Larasati's body which was only wrapped in a towel, he made Jonathan swallow his saliva with difficulty.

He was afraid that he would not stand when he saw the weakness of his wife's body, what else is currently Larasati coming the moon.

"Darling, why just use a towel, hem? Do you intend to insult me?" jonathan asked, hugging his wife's body.

He rested his cheek on the shoulder of Larasati, while his lips seemed to be peeling the neck of his wife's level.

"I'm not flirting with you, Mom. I'm just drying my hair, after all, aren't you playing chess with daddy?" ask Larasati.

"Chess isn't cool, Yang. Play with your horses" Jonathan said with a hand that had crept into his wife's chest.

"Geez!" lurasati complained while wriggling her body.

Jonathan's hand was seen coming down and wiping his wife's core area, his forehead frowning as he felt a patch that had been blocking for a week, now gone.

"You-you?"

"Yes, it's clean. I just had a mandatory bath" Larasati replied with a face that looked blushing.

Jonathan's face was seen sumringah, he immediately lifted Larasati's body and carried her into his sling.

His lips he linked to his wife's lips, he was already very homesick with the softness of his wife who always felt wet, warm and felt massaging hers strongly.

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