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The Savira
"Sorry, I'm doing a little impromptu work impromptu. I'll tell you at home. Have you eaten yet?" Misy asked shifting the topic.
"How can I eat if you don't have any news." Sewot Wira, make Mishy's ringing more clear.
"What if we stop by Jamal's kang stall. Not far from here. " Tawar Mishy was pity and felt guilty, while he had eaten twice just intermittent one hour.
The hero nodded in agreement, his wrinkled stomach was already thrashing in the contents immediately.
"Hey, look who's coming. After I died like a bug fly, you finally caught up with me to apologize. Take it easy, I forgive you. Treat me as an expression of your guilt. Kang, add the menu yes, to wrap." Mylo began to mention a series of menus that he would take away, Wira glared at all the orders of the bastard brother-in-law.
"You're ordering what to rob anyway!" Sewot Wira who still hasn't moved on perfectly from his annoyance. But annoyed at the wife obviously Wira will not be able to. So it was Mylo who became his impingement.
"Ck! You're so stingy, my sister doesn't matter." Said Mylo stamped his sister's pointed nose with a pity.
"Don't touch-touch, face care costs are expensive." Ketus Wira brushed off Mylo's hand from his wife's face. Mishy just stared at the behavior of his two favorite men.
"This is your desk, brother?" mishy asked trying to attract the attention of the two grown men.
"Yes, sit. I'm waiting for Resy's sister, she'll be here after me." Hearing the name Resy, making the Hero immediately contact someone.
"Who did you call dad?" Misy asked, sipping on the sister's iced tea.
"Jordan. She was in my office, her face was like a forgotten shirt on an iron." The story of the Wira forgot itself. Mylo thumped from across the table.
"I see not only Jordan's face that's as grungy as a washcloth. Your face is even more curly like a forgotten noodle soup on a hot water flush." Mylo Ledek.
"Already, already.message me the chicken alone, I'm still full." Sela Mishy mediates the pointless debate between the two men.
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In between his meals, apparently Wira still thought of the words of the wife while in the car.
"Honey, tell me about your impromptu job earlier. I'm having trouble swallowing my food if I'm still in a state of curiosity." Urge the impatient. Though the man had added one centong of rice into his plate. I don't know which difficulty the Wira meant.
Mishy looked at the older brother for a moment, then turned to look at the cousin. Resy looks to shrug both shoulders, all up to Mishy. Clearly, the executor's part remains his part. There's no bargaining.
With a heavy heart Mishy tells the discovery of a piece of garbage in a mall today. The men clenching their hands held the same emotions. Noora is the jewel of their family, the only grandchild and great-granddaughter they have.
Obviously Noora is so special, like a diamond at a priceless price. And with as easy as turning the palm of the hand, a Lexan who was a nobody dared to hurt their beloved.
"Do you have a plan?" Tanya Mylo held back in fury.
Mishy smiled meaningfully.
"Of course, what an amazing plan."
Clearly Noora's presence to her is the first grandchild, which makes her understand the importance of her family. Noora's little cry when she first greeted the world was still clearly recorded in her mind. And he would not be willing if the grandson returned to crying in the context of a wound.
"As far as you guys are concerned, we have other plans before you execute the man who doesn't know himself." Timpal the wife. Their chatter turns around, talking about the most sinister plan their family has ever devised.
The first history, the family clan is well incised a story that will be remembered by posterity. And anyone who enters into the circle of their descendants. What a terrible middle-aged people. Behind the fine lines on the edges of the face, these elderly should not be underestimated.
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The two people who did not know the fate of fate were stalking their lives, just arrived inside the luxurious house owned by Noora.
Saving looks so happy, everything he wants has been all he's got. Piles of paper bags with logos of various well-known brands, meet the table to the floor of the family room.
"Thank you brother, now I'm absolutely sure of you. I'll give you a plus service for sister tonight." Said Savina hugging the body of the lover. Lexan smiled happily. It's easy to make her little cat the way she wants.
"Dear brother, I risked my life by walking alone with you today. I hope you don't have any more doubts about me, and there's no discussion of what a serious relationship a baby is. Do you understand?" Savina nodded understandingly, she started to think realistically. Enough all his needs are met, then he will remain loyal to his lover until whenever the man needs him.
About child? She doesn't need to be dizzy, she simply adopts a child without needing to damage her own body.
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Savira sat restlessly before Noora, looking at scene after scene of the younger brother's martyrdom without any censorship breaks at all. Savira really wanted to drown his head in the mud. So as not to have to see the unworthy spectacle. But Noora's intimidating gaze made her unable to do anything.
"Tell me, Vira. Do I still have to give your beloved sister a chance?" Checkmate! Savira's cornered.
"This time, lady, please..." With tears in her eyes, Savira rested at Noora's feet. The woman even unhesitatingly kissed the superior's swallow leg.
Noora was unmoved, her conscience was not in the slightest.
"Before I return home, take your sister away from my life. If only once I saw her still wandering around like a fly around me, I'd send your sister to hell right then and there." The deg!
Savira's heart was timid, as angry as any brother to his sister. If he saw his sister obliterated, it would still leave an immeasurable pain.
"I promise you, lady, can I go home first. Give me two days, after that you can go back home. I beg..." Lirih Savira in the wracks of overwhelming fear. Savina's the only family she's got, with her illness just waiting for time. Then the completion of their lineage, if the younger brother really does not get forgiveness from the superior.
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...Next later tonight again yes, othor again struggling in the kitchen 😁 before getting a red card from the head of the house and stairs. Play mobile phone at the wrong time and place 🤭...
...Many comments, let othor more spirit 😘😘🥰🥰...
