The Circle of Love of the Grandchild of Sultan

mima's morning drama

Happy reading ....

The sky of New York City this morning looks bright even though the air feels a bit cold. Zein just got out of the bathroom and is getting ready to go to the office.

The man smiled broadly as he passed the bed where Mima was still sleeping on top of him. Zein was about to fix the position of the blanket that was revealed when Mima was awake.

"Good morning, Beib" she said.

Mima rubbed one eye while getting up and sat down. He looked at the window glass, then at Zein who was looking at him anxiously.

"Son Zein going to the office?" tanyakanya.

"Yes. Why?"

"Ikut ...," pinta Mima spoiled.

"What are you doing at the office, honey?"

"Why are you here alone?" Mima asked back.

"Anyway follow. Mima wants to take a shower first" Mima said as she uncovers the blanket and prepares to get off.

"OKs. Brother wait outside yes," Zein said. Mima nodded with a happy face.

Zein stepped outside the room and headed for the kitchen. The inside of the penthouse was already clean as the servants had just finished their work. They are placed on the outside of the penthouse and are not allowed to enter if they are not interested or called the master.

"Go away" Zein flatly told a servant who was still in the kitchen.

"Sir, Miss Emma asked me to prepare breakfast for you. I-i."

"You hear me?" asked Zein coldly.

"Of course I heard it, sir. Excuse me," he said.

"Wait."

The servant turned around with a slightly bent body position.

"You and the other servants, will only listen to what my wife and I command. Understood?" firmly Zein.

"Eyeah, sir," he said slowly. "I'm sorry" she said again. The waiter left the room with a confused face.

"Wife? When did you get married?" his inner.

After the waiter died, Zein folded his sleeves and began to prepare for creation in the kitchen. He'll make coffee, and breakfast for Mima.

"What does she want for breakfast?" muttered Zein who then looked at his watch. "I need to get to the office quickly. Did I make you a sandwich? Does he like it or not?" Zein monologues with a confused face.

"I'd better just ask" Zein murmured later.

Meanwhile in the bathroom ....

Mima who was sitting on the toilet was cool with her cellphone. He was reading an article about some people's experiences after the first night.

"sickness, no. Perih, also not," muttered Mima while looking at the bottom of her stomach. "What does that mean to me and Brother Zein ...."

Tok .. tok.

"Mimma!"

Mima was shocked to hear Zein's call knocking on the bathroom door.

"Yes, Brother!" exclaim Mima who then turned on the water faucets that were there.

"Beib, what breakfast do you want?"

"Huh? What, Sis?" Mima pretended to sharpen his hearing while narrowing one end of the eye.

"What breakfast do you want, honey?"

"Ooh, breakfast. What the hell," said Mima.

"Sandwich will?"

"You."

Silence later. Maybe Zein has passed from his place. Mima walks back and forth to make sure that he and Zein haven't 'done it'.

More than twenty minutes had passed, Zein repeatedly sighed while staring at the slices of the sandwich presented in front of him. Even his cup of americano had run out since then.

Zein's phone rang. Apparently Emma called him.

"Good morning, Zein. You're leaving already?" ask Emma at the end of Zein's phone.

"Not yet" said Zein briefly.

"What if we're beaver."

"You go first" said Zein, cutting off Emma's sentence, and ending her call.

Zein immediately turned his head when he heard that the door of the room was opening.

"Beibs. Hurry up a little dong sa-." Zein gasped to see Mima walking up to him wearing only a towel. Although this was the second time he had seen such Mima, still the strange hissing always made him almost lost his mind.

"Sister. When do my clothes come?" asked Mima who sounded annoyed.

"At least, sister ask ya first." Zein cleared his throat several times before calling the boutique.

Meanwhile, Mima just called her mom and spilled her frustration at just stuffing her suitcase with lingerie and underwear. Instead of apologizing, Alena just laughed, and said if it was all a Queena and Raya idea. The mother even asked if her bridal night with Zein was a success. "Ck. Fucking mami!" muttering Mima in the heart.

"Mima. slowly eat it," Zein reprimanded as she saw Mima chewing fast and opened her mouth wide which was still full.

"Mmm, good," he murmured.

"You want to make it again?" bargain Zein.

"His clothes are delivered again. Maybe it will come soon," said Zein. Mima only responded by nodding his head.

"Sir Zein, it was mami nanya," said Mima in between his chews.

"Ask what?" Zein sat in front of Mima and was ready to listen enthusiastically.

"Have you said the first night yet? Keep on, success isn't it?"

Zein heard him. The look on his face met, but then Zein was blown away. "Mmmmpth, haha."

"Sir Zein why?" ask Mima wonder.

"What do you answer, dong?" Zein asked back.

"I don't know," mima shook her head, and again made Zein flounder.

Chequek. Zein and Mima spontaneously turned towards the door. Emma stood looking in wonder at them. It was clear that Zein's face was trying to stop the laughter, and when he saw the appearance of Mima, who was only wearing a towel, immediately made Emma's anger explode.

"What are you doing here?" ask Zein flat.

"I want to take you out together" said Emma trying to behave as usual.

"Don't I just say, you go first?" Zein looked coldly at Emma.

"I just don't want you to be late, Zein. I'm ...." Emma looks nervous.

"You go first, and prepare our meeting materials today" Zein said.

"All right," said Emma slowly.

I heard the doorbell shortly. Zein steps out of the chair believing it to be a boutique clerk delivering Mima's clothes.

"Good morning, sir. We from Marina Boutique brought you your order."

Zein took the order. Because of the large number, he asked for the help of Emma who was still there. Zein certainly wouldn't want her boutique clerk or penthouse keeper to see Mima at this time.

"Thank you, Mister. Excuse me," he said.

Zein closed the door and asked Emma to bring the clothes she was holding into the room. Emma glared annoyed at Mima who was happy to see her clothes had come.

"Dam. Very lucky for him. Being able to buy one every month was already very lucky for me. But she, being able to buy this much in a single shopping," Emma growled inwardly.

Actually, the boutique is not Emma's subscription. It's just that Emma's been buying a couple of times this year. The price is enough to drain the contents of the wallet is indeed worth the quality of the product. It's just that, for Emma's class, if it wasn't for prestige, she would have had to think a few times about buying at that boutique.

"Thank you, sister," Mima told Emma.

"Call me, Emma. Excuse me," said Emma coldly and passed by.

"Eh? She why? Was I angry at being told to bring my clothes?" mummy Mima monologue.

"Beib, has breakfast been?" ask Zein who is tired from the walk-in closet.

"Udah, Brother."

"Drink?"

"Udah," nods Mima.

"Then put your clothes on, honey. We have to leave immediately" Zein said.

"okay."

Mima walked cheerfully into the walk-in closet. Meanwhile, Zein returned to make his appearance.

Soon, Mima comes out of the walk-in closet with her perfect appearance. Bermake-up natural, with a mix of clothes that are simple, but look fashionable.

"If this is the case, no one will believe me if I say she's my wife" Inner Zein muttered.

"Sister. Come on!" Mima pulled Zein's arm which was fixed in place.

"Eh yes. Come ..," said Zein wrongly because he felt caught admiring Mima. But looking at Mima's indifferent gurgle, it seemed that Mima was unaware of Zein's expression.

As he closed the door, Zein did not immediately pass. The man was seen stomping on the password of his main door.

"Replace, Brother? Why?" ask Mima wonder. Mima let Zein wrap her hands around her waist.

"So nothing comes in, Beib," he said.

"Who? A thief? 'There are guards, '" said Mima innocently.

"Not."

"If not a thief, who?"

"There's. Later you know," said Zein relaxed.

"Isa. Brother Zein so yes. Play secrets," delicates Mima.

Zein chuckled softly. "You're funny if his lips are raised like that" he continued.

"What the hell? Not funny."

"Funny really," said Zein.

"No."

"Funny, Beib."

"Oh, Brother Zein. If Mima says no, yes no," Mima's protest compels.

"Yes-yes, no." Zein also laughed. The thing that he hadn't done for a long time, Zein had even forgotten the last time he laughed like that. Zein feels strange, even trivial things can make him happy if it concerns the person of Mima.

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