Sweet Honey
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Tuesday 08.00wib Jkt time equals Monday 21.00 NYC Amrik time.
Niah followed the bodyguard who carried Zan and two of his assistants who were drunk, vomiting was disgusting.
It turned out that the owner of the hotel where they were staying recognized Zan as a guest of the Ludwig hotel was the owner of this club as well.
Flashback.
Niah and Zan dine at the luxury Ludwig hotel restaurant where they stay.
There is a menu of Nusantara cuisine, jengkol sambal Niah favorite and petai bakar sambal belacan asem vegetables. Complete is his happiness, curious Niah asked Zan.
"Is this really NYC, Amrik? Don't you lie again!" ketus Niah, showing off the jengkol in front of Zan once ngap in his mouth.
"Hm, good." exclaimed Niah.
Yeaac! Zan complained, he did not like the taste of the jars especially the smell.
Hais, why do I like girls.
Inner Zan frowned, remembering his Grandmother's lifetime also liked the noose even though it was hard to pee.
"Thou shalt! You cannot read our time until the airport is there, wrote JFK international airport, NYC."
The sound of Zan ketus, still sore to see the way Niah's little mouth eats, where it smells where. Moreover, they take a private room, closed what not more ngap.
"Who will eat, who will eat?"
Tanya niah seriously surprised devouring deliciously. It has also been a long time since Grandma Zan died, the noose is strictly forbidden in the Mansion belonging to the Zan family, said Zan's brother.
"I don't know, Zan has just left Amrik this time. Kat London has never seen anything neh" replied Zan.
"Zan, buy me Amrik's number." Niah changed the subject.
Zan shriveled, "What do I do, I have only 5 days off. One day go pick you up at Jkt, two days we're on a round-trip plane. The rest of the two days for us to walk, so quickly eat Niah let us go shopping and around the entertainment place here,"
Zan's voice was held back on Niah, not wanting to waste time just to see Niah eat rotten banda tuh.
"Okay, ehegh." answered Niah with a burp.
"Nature, Niaaaaaah!!!"
Zan's screams immediately escaped from the room, followed by two assistant Zan who was calm to chuckle saw their boss mabok want to vomit even though he had not drank alcohol like his love came to Amrik.
Stay Niah alone eat with a smile, it turns out he deliberately let Zan ilfil to him. Let's not like the intention, not kayang right if Zan arrived to shoot and ask for a kiss, that is.
"Haha,"
Niah could not bear to laugh out loud when he remembered the look of Zan and his two assistants who were confused.
*
After lunch Zan brought Niah street to the shopping center of NYC, Zan also recently to Amrik more or less the same as Niah. Shopping for discounted items, hunting watches, ties and shoes do not miss the perfume.
While Niah, hunting a strange snack that he has never eaten before.
"Well, why just think about food?" Zan shook his head at Niah's childish attitude.
"I live to eat," answered Niah, taking a pack of snacks like snacks to taste kare.
"Eat to live, not live to eat. Keropok tuh, kat malaysia ade," Zan.
"Yes, bring it." answered Niah while walking he can't wait to snack.
Ck ck ck. Zan clucking
"Buy one or two memorabilia, shoes, clock or bag, don't know if we come here again" Zan bargained.
"All right,"
Niah walks into a bag shop snatching one that she thinks is cute, catet. But the funny thing is that it disappears when you look at the price.
"Zan, I don't have to buy a bag, I think I need some sandals," said Niah reason to pull Zan out of the store, take a stick to feed Zan.
Zan opened his mouth, holding Niah. "Niah take my word, I'll pay" said Zan understood why Niah changed his mind.
Because the price of the bag after being broken up to 150 million, mengelik Niah eyes as big as jengkol eaten earlier.
"But it's expensive, can buy a hundred container jars" said Niah voice can not slowly marasa store employees do not understand the language.
"Haha,"
Zan couldn't bear to laugh as well as the two assistants who had objected to bringing their groceries so slightly entertained.
"Hurry up take it, then we go to the club" he told Niah.
"Mrs, wrap her bags." Zan orders the saleswoman after being translated into Indonesian.
Suits get the bag, Zan brings Niah to the jewelry store, the reason would be to buy the three Uminya rings with each size after that Zan bought another smaller size.
"This is for my former stepmother," she said pulling Niah's hand without having time to dodge Zan had pinned on her ring finger.
"God," said Niah was shocked not because of the actions of Zan who arrived but the price of the ring that did not think, 2.5 M.
"No boy!" Niah took off her ring.
Zan looked around, then looked at my Niah.
"Niah, if you don't like me it's okay but don't reject in front of the crowd, I'm ashamed, '" said Zan sad tone.
Uhh! What did I say, shoot him.
Niah's mind went awry, "Zan, don't get me wrong. Not I don't like it but rather than buy me this little rock 2M, you better give me cash later I buy a stone house, get two levels complete with swimming pool and security guard." niah said, then Zan smiled.
"Aish, the cute slave." said Zan cupped Niah cheek the look on his lips almost to snatch, remembering that Niah had eaten a net, hem.
Niah gulped his eyes already glared, instantly relieved.
Ah, lucky not to be.
Inner Niah as Zan took off his stalk, both of them blushed shyly holding back groggy.
"Take it, it's my 21st birthday let me be happy hm." Zan tones begged Niah not to refuse his gift.
With forced Niah willingly accept the ring given by Zan, it is beautiful to look perched on his ring finger.
"2 buckets," muttered Niah looking at her ring.
Hm, that's it.
After their maghrib to the Club, the deafening music of Niah's heart beat fast.
"Mom, I'm sorry Niah," said Niah, feeling his chest would break just first entered the club.
"Let's go dance," Zan attracts Niah to join the other visitors.
Niah was surprised, "I can not dance," said Niah, a loud voice still had to be near the new ear heard.
"No shake just shake the shoulder, gini," Zan gave the example of rocking his body shake.
Hais, it's for Zan, it's his birthday.
In Niah's heart giggled amusedly, finally along swayed randomly. Zan laughed at Niah's wobble, stiff as wood.
In one corner of the club someone who followed them since from the hotel took a photo to send to his paying client.
*
The event Zan is waiting for is to drink a little harder than usual, the only one that Zan has not tested until his twenties is alcohol.
Zan's assistant has ordered drinks for two people, Zan and one of the assistants because one more person must not drink.
Niah looked at Zan, "Don't drink Zan, why do you want to ruin yourself" Niah said.
"Reply your answer" replied Zan.
"Me?" point Niah in front of his nose, do not understand why he was brought.
"Hm" nodded Zan.
"Niah, you betrothed me to the sultan's daughter" Zan to the point.
"Good, it's beautiful even U kat UK school pulak," replied Niah quickly.
Ck, decak Zan. "Listen first, I asked you and answered," he said.
"Yes," Niah deg degan, already know where to talk.
"Do you want to marry someone you don't love?" ask Zan.
Hm, "I marry you where there is love" replied Niah quickly, it is true.
Placed.
"Ouch!" one jolt on Niah's forehead.
"The marriage of pura. It's a real marriage, pedigree, breed, breed, "Zan's a loud voice, accompanied by frenetic music.
"Hihi," Niah's laughter baffledly remembered her.
"Well, love will come first" replied Niah. Zan frowning.
Why is Niah not surprised or shocked that I was for the ring said he liked, deg.
Zan's mind is starting to feel bad, "Is that all right?" ask her.
"I am, for example. Divorce from your brother, marry again there is no love, too" replied Niah staring at Zan. Is it okay to do this only way to reject Zan even though Niah originally wanted to keep it a secret.
Sure enough, Zan glanced. "Are you married again?" ask her.
"Hm" nodded Niah, and Zan drowned.
"Why do you think I asked you to run away?" ask Niah.
"Because it's not love" replied Zan.
Hm.
Niah shook her head, taking a deep breath.
"If you say there is no physical contact, no. But my new husband lied to me, he wanted to make a child with me. Like holding it there hold it here, I also like to be touched by it for a long time so love," explained Niah remembered Johan.
"Keep, why are you running if you like it?" ask Zan not to believe it.
"Like people!" answer Niah limp.
"I want to sing a duet, do not want a trio let alone a quartet," continued Niah raised his hands to his mouth as if holding a mic.
Two assistants giggled amusedly, thinking nogeres certainly means Niah not singing out the voice but out the amniotic fluid. Zan remained silent.
"He had no problem divorcing his wife, but I felt sorry for his wife very well. So yes, I better go." replied Niah sadly.
Without thinking again Zan gulped down the drink in his glass. A big glass is very graceful, not enough Zan order 10 more glasses.
"You two come with me for a drink" Zan ordered his assistant.
Each of them held one glass, ting!
They tosh, if the assistant one glass like to drink water if Zan half a glass taste like drinking horse urine immediately drunk. But maksa again drank until fainting and the two assistants came running, deh.
All that did not escape the attention of intel, even recording it through the application vidio to be sent to his paying client, Mr. Johan.
Niah looked up, how to bring home the three drunk people.
As the intel was about to stand up to Niah, someone preceded him.
Hm, "I'm Bernard Ludwig the owner of this club and the Ludwig hotel where you are staying. You want to come home, I also want to go to the hotel so that later your friends will be taken care of by my men," Beno told Niah, he happened to be inspecting and meeting clients.
Niah was surprised there bule can speak Indonesian fluently and he knew they were thinking where, yes already. There is no time to be suspicious now what is important is to get out of a noisy club.
"Thank you, sir." said Niah.
Beno notices Niah's similar stature as Kiara, his Kiwawa. Obviously Beno knew Niah was the first Indonesian to Amrik and then ordered the Bodyguard club to pick up the three drunken men, taking them to the Ludwig Hotel.
While Niah was in Beno's car sitting behind the leg because Beno was opening the door for him, in front of his assistant Lucita was acting as a driver.
Beno also arranged for his men to hold a suspicious person from earlier to take a photo of Niah.
Flashback.
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