STORY IN KOSAN MIX ANDRI VERSION

Meeting At Dinner

Along the way home from the game rides, Tisa overslept. And when we got to the office parking lot, Tisa still didn't wake up.

I feel I can't bear to wake her up, let Tisa wake up by herself later.

"Faiz?!"

Suddenly Tisa mentioned Faiz's name in her sleep.

My eyebrows fused together hearing him say that name. Even in his dreams he meets Faiz.

Because he could not bear to continue to deliriously call Faiz's name, I also had the heart to wake him up.

"Can? Lisa!" I shook Tisa's arm. But Tisa remained unmoved.

"Can!" I again shook it.

"Eh?!" Tisa gasped in surprise and immediately opened her eyes.

Although it was not hearty, but I did not want Tisa to linger chatting with Faiz in the dreamland.

"Where is this?" ask Tisa.

I chuckled little hearing Tisa's question.

"Why are you suddenly amnesic? Of course we're still in the car!"

Tisa looked at me confused.

"When you came home from the vehicle, you fell asleep. Maybe because you have vomited, so you are very tired earlier. But all of a sudden you're ngigau-ngigau name Faiz!" my clear.

Tisa let out a long breath. I don't know what dream he had just had. A look of relief on his face.

"What dream did you have until Faiz's name?" manyaku.

"Should I answer that?"

"Yes, you didn't answer me either. Who knows you're ashamed to say that you're dreaming of Faiz in a perverted way!"

"What?!" Tisa looked at me. "I don't dream that bawdy!"

Without asking again, Tisa told me her dream. He said he had a dream that Faiz was the one who was betrothed to him.

"Why can you dream that Faiz is your soul mate?" ask me not to accept.

"Well, how do I know? Can dreams be arranged? If I could, I'd like to arrange it so that I always dream together with Naruto!" tisa replied without looking at me.

That's when I sent Tisa a message using my disguise phone.

[Don't forget tonight. Don't be late! ]

Along with the message I sent, Tisa rang.

His face turned irritated after reading a message from me.

I can't wait how it will be. Moreover, said camer I will be dressed so that Tisa does not recognize me.

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And here I am now. Sitting facing the glass with a face that does not know diapain.

My face was covered with such skin, not knowing what it was called.

Hair is rather long, thin, not to mention small moles under the eyes.

Let alone Tisa, I was just pangling to see my own face.

"It's not in vain that I pay you!" I heard a satisfied tone from Dad's voice. He praised the hands of the gleaming man who turned my face into this.

"Who was? Mike is that!" the man smiled proudly.

"I'm sure Tisa won't recognize you Ndri."

"Yes Well. I'm also pangling my own face!" I chuckle softly.

From now on, I was told to get used to calling Dad's Om Darma.

"Oh yeah, wear this too Ndri!" Dad gave me something.

As soon as I opened the small container, there were false teeth inside.

"Wear it to cover your teeth. We must be the totality in this charade!"

I followed and put on those dentures.

"You'll be back Mike soon. My son will be here soon. Don't let him see you!"

"Ck. Sweet is thrown away. Expelled me the story?" Mike turned his lips.

"The lips do not need to be advanced. Most importantly, money is in the account!"

Mike just chuckles and takes care of the equipment.

Tisa will be here soon. I'm getting ready to change clothes.

I chose a shirt and pants that were both black.

Why don't I wear a maroon shirt to match Tisa's dress? Didn't I tell Tisa to wear a maroon dress?

I deliberately wear the black color because I heard Tisa's plan with Pipit at the boarding house this afternoon.

He plans to wear training pants and a black hoodie. Deliberately looking ambiguous so that I ilfeel he said.

Let's see what happens next.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Tisa's voice was heard in the living room. While I was still in the room where I was dressed earlier.

"Why are your clothes like this? Didn't Dad say we'd have dinner with your soul mate?" there was Tisa's father's voice when I opened the room door.

"What's wrong with my clothes. Doesn't this dress look polite?" that's Tisa's voice.

Now I have reached the living room. Tisa stood behind me.

"Of course it's wrong! Where is a woman who wears this kind of clothes when she is going to dinner with her future husband?!Quickly replace the pak-"

"Dad, stop. It's okay if Tisa is more comfortable like this," cut Mother gently.

Surely Tisa is happy to have the support of the mother.

"No papa Dad, I also like what it is!" I open my voice.