
After a long argument with his father, Kemil decided to leave the house to calm his mind.
He drives his private car which is still given by his father. He drove the car he was driving at high speed on a quiet street that was not too wide and a little rocks scattered in the middle of the road.
A moment later, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a flat object that was none other than his cellphone. He was seen contacting someone. Kemil was like begging when he spoke to the person he called.
After talking to someone he contacted, Kemil drove his car in a direction that was quite crowded and seemed luxurious in the village.
Like Caffe-Caffe, but there is a very unique and interesting place there. Although the interior looks still classic and seems ancient, but that is what makes the place so special. And also the location is quite strategic, so that the place will only be visited by people who money in his village.
Kemil got out of his car and swept his gaze in all directions. His eyes stopped on a beautiful girl who was none other than his lover named Missya Putri.
Kemil approached the girl with a slight smile.
"I'm sorry, baby, for forcing you to see me again..." Kemil said with regret.
Yes, the person Kemil called was Misya, his lover. Kemil was so infatuated with Misya who was the village flower there.
Misya's face is very ayu, her hair is made wavy and her skin is also white. He is also a child who is worth the money there.
But if she was one village with Kamelia, maybe she would be nothing compared to the beautiful Kamelia inside out.
"Yes, it's okay." The girl was flat. "You said there was something you wanted to talk about. Speak on... I don't have much time right now..." Ketus. It seems like he was forced to accept Kemil's request to meet him.
"I betrothed papa, baby..." Kemil began his conversation.
"Then...?" Misya asked pretending to be surprised. In his heart, he was very happy. He just didn't want Toni's plan to fail, so he felt surprised.
"Actually I wanted to refuse, but my father threatened to drive me out of the house and withdraw the facilities he had given me." Kemil grumbled.
"Lohs... Don't..." Intercept Misya quickly. He was worried that his efforts these few months had become futile.
"So you're glad I married another woman?" Kemil asked a little annoyed.
Misya grabbed Kemil's hand and grasped it tightly.
Kemil looked strangely at his lover.
"If I can wait, I'll wait for you, baby..." Said who understood Kemil's suspicious gaze.
"Are you really waiting for me, baby?" Tanya Kemil hoped.
"Yes... If I could, I would still be your lover even if you already have a wife." said Misya with a made-up face.
"Then you wait for me for nine months, yeah... I'll divorce her for you." Kemil began to sparkle.
"Why wait nine months, baby?" Ask Misya astonishment.
"Actually the woman was already pregnant." Kemil wanted to explain.
Misya knitted her two eyebrows.
"Eits... It's not me who's getting pregnant." Sergey Kemil seemed to understand the meaning of Misya's gaze to him. "Maybe he's doing with his girlfriend, but his girlfriend may also be unwilling to take responsibility. So then... Because I feel sorry for my friend who is the father of that woman, so I ask you to marry her." Kemil explained to Misya by making things up.
"Oh so... Good riddance... So you don't have to find a reason to divorce her." Misya said. "But you only need time until she gives birth to her child, right?" Misya asked as if she was afraid that Kemil would not be found.
"Yes, honey... Thank you for promising to wait for me. You are the best for me, baby." Said Kemil while kissing the hand of Misya who was still holding his hand earlier.
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