Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)
The SK Part 52
~Tunas who started growing~
Every human being must have a hope, a dream and a prayer in it, every hope and dream that is realized, must need sacrifice, with or without tears at every step.
Prasetyo a man who has hopes of his three-month-old marriage, wants to have progress in his relationship with Cyra, and signs of it begin to appear, it feels like the gap between Cyra and her is starting to disappear a little, Cyra began to look relaxed when she was nearby.
Pras pulled his car out of his garage, he and Cyra were about to leave for work, Pras had allowed Cyra to return to work.
"Are you ready?" tanya Pras while putting on her seat belt.
"Ready, boss!" the answer.
Pras became smiling, Cyra was now able to joke with him.
"Is this a sign that the bud will grow and bear fruit? I must continue to wait patiently, to be sure whether the fruit can be picked, or not." Pras runs his car.
Cyra who looks more neat today, got another attention from Pras, making Pras feel a little uncomfortable seeing his wife dress up so beautiful, he was afraid that male friends at work would like Cyra.
"Tumben so neat?" pras asked Cyra.
"Yes! since today was a meeting, I was asked to represent the staff from the kitchen to attend." Cyra turned towards Pras who had been looking at him since.
"Waaaw, lovely chef, that must be their response to you!" pras said as if showing jealousy.
"why? you jealous?" tanya Cyra immediately aimed right until Pras became a gerogi.
"No-no, that's just my judgment, everyone says so, because you're so beautiful today." Pras tried to evade.
"Okeh, I assume it's true!" cyra said very casually.
"But next time there's no need to dress up this beautiful for a meeting!" pras.
"Ooh yeah? if you, invite people to your meeting, what should people be like?" ask Cyra.
"If I am anyway, he must be smart, must master the theme to be discussed, must be neat, dress decent, not tangled, kumel, and c. ...," Pras stopped his conversation.
"Beautiful? right, eh?" Cyra continues the word Pras.
Cyra could only smile amusedly, she knew very well what Pras was about to say, only that the man was hiding it to cover up the jealousy in his heart.
"It's here, please come down my queen!" pras.
"Thank you for driving me to work, you be careful on the road, Mas." Cyra opened the car door and got out of Pras' car.
Pras still speechless can not believe Cyra said that sentence, until Cyra closed the car door he was still silent.
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Hi, I'm sorry I'm still sick today, so I just got an update...
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.i also want a recomendation for my friend's work.
Love will find its owner. An accident, compulsion, and matchmaking, can be a way to unite two different hearts.
A high school girl named Aira, is trapped in a marriage with a widower named Affan who is the father of his best friend, Faya.
Why did the marriage happen?
Will the age-old couple love each other?
