The Circle of Love of the Grandchild of Sultan

modus=usaha

Happy reading ....

Meanwhile in the room ....

"Aw! Pain, Beib," Zein picnics slowly.

"Big brother on purpose, right?" accuse Mima with round eyes and fingers still in Zein's arms with pinching positions.

"What purpose, dear? I don't understand" Zein said.

"Lying" Mima said as she again pinched Zein.

Zein who was originally grimacing was now chuckling considering the incident earlier.

The flashback

Upon arrival in Zein's room, Mima was about to head to the sofa. He had not sat down yet, Zein had called him, "Beib, try here. A friend of mine is giving me university info that has the best law school."

Mima immediately approached Zein who was already sitting in his chair while opening the laptop.

"Nearly a cool campus, sister. Below the best is okay. Just don't be too under," said Mima.

"If you want the usual, why go all the way abroad, dear. In Indonesia alone, there are also many good in our country," said Zein.

"Yee, Mima' will want to study abroad to be far away from Papi, same Mami. Let it be self-sufficient" Mima said as she stood beside Zein with a gaze pointed at the laptop screen.

Zein pulled Mima's waist up to sit on her lap and said, "Lies. If you want to be far away and independent, why ask Papi here?"

"That'll let Papi quickly bring the requirements of the lecture list, sister," said Mima as she shifted her seat forward.

"To the back a little bit" Zein said as he lifted Mima's waist and pulled her back to make her more comfortable.

"Oh, Brother Zein. Later someone wakes up," Mima growled while looking at her with perfectly round eyes.

"Oh yeah? What's up? Brother doesn't understand," Zein said with a seductive look.

Mima's face immediately blushed. He was about to look back at the laptop screen, but then jumped and turned again to face Zein because just now the man pressed one finger on Mima's waist.

"Sister! It's in the office," furious Mima.

Seeing the look on Mima's face that was upset, it made Zein even more anxious and wanted to tease her. Zein again pressed his finger on Mima's waist, and this time on both sides in turn.

"Sister Zein!" A very upset Mima cupped Zein's face with glaring eyes.

There was a knock on the door twice. Mima had not been able to fix his position, the door was open.

Mima looked over still with an annoyed expression. A man standing in the doorway stared in surprise, then apologized and closed the door of the room again.

"No, right. Somebody look," said Mima.

"He's my friend, Beib. His name is Jeff" Zein said.

Zein was about to tickle Mima back. But the action was stopped, because Mima was caught.

"I'm on the couch. Wanna go it alone. Brother Zein just mode," muttered Mima.

"Eits, where are you going? This was not a mode, but an effort," Zein slurried as she wrapped her hands around Mima's waist.

"Usaha? heh," delicates Mima.

Zein stared fixedly at Mima's face. Mima who noticed Zein's gaze turned her head.

There was a bang felt on the chest when the two pairs of eyes were clashing. Mima poked her face to avoid Zein's gaze. Meanwhile Zein cleared his throat slowly, then said, "I have a meeting in a moment. You just sit here. I'll open the chats on the laptop. But kiss dong first, let the spirit work."

"Tuh, 'mode it, '" Mima said.

"Delivered effort, did not believe it. Come on, Beib. Later someone will enter again," said Zein, then advance pursed lips.

Mima bent his face, but no doubt according to him. Mima intended to land her lips at a glance. But apparently Zein's nosy soul returned with their togetherness.

Zein didn't let the kiss be just a glance. Her lips scooped Mima's lips. Simultaneously, one Zein hand moved swiftly holding Mima's nape.

Mima gasped when she heard someone open the door of the room. "Is that Jeff again?" inner Mima.

But the allegation died when a woman's voice apologized. "Oh, Emma," Mima's inner again.

After the door closed, Mima furiously pinched Zein's arm. Because only that way can make Zein release his lips.

Flashback off

Mima moved out of Zein's lap with an annoyed look. He removed the tissue on the table, and wiped his lips.

Zein just gave me a smile seeing that. After making sure the chat application on his phone was scanned by a laptop, Zein got up from the chair, and invited his wife to sit down.

"No meeting for a minute. The room is on the tenth floor. If there's anything, press the seven button," explains Zein with the index finger pointing at the wireless intercom on one side of his desk.

"OK, Brother. Focus on the meeting. His work is also right. If you get fired, what do you want me to eat?" ask Mima in a style similar to mothers who are ghibah.

"You are eating love" said Zein.

"Huuyek."

Zein chuckled at Mima who spontaneously responded in the style of someone vomiting.

"Udah, sana! He said he wanted a meeting, "push Mima while reminding.

"OKAY. Fine here yes, Beib," Zein said as he waved his hand. Mima returned a wave of her hand. After Zein closed the door, Mima frowned at Zein's cell phone still lying on the table.

"Squeaky. 'And just send the contents of the chat to my number. It doesn't have to be like this" Mima grumbled as he sat down.

"Eh? I think I've seen this chat group on Kingkong's phone. What group is this?" muttered Mima with a gaze pointed at the laptop monitor screen. There is a group chat with the name 'Al-Azmi Squad'.

"Snipples, no. Intimate, no? Curious ...," said Mima monologue.

"Here you go, ah. But ...."

Mima looked to the right side. "Don't Mima. That's Zein's privacy. Not polite," he said.

Then Mima turned to the left side. "Udah, open it. Zein's sister is your husband. Its nothing. The husbands should be open to each other" he said again.

Mima looked back at the laptop monitor. "Hm. Choose the Angel, or the Devil?" mima muttered while looking to the right and to the left.

"Aah! I'm just an ordinary man who doesn't escape sin, eaa. So, just open it," said Mima who directly directs the cursor on the laptop to 'Al-Azmi Squad'.

"Huh? In what talk are they?" Mima opens group info. Besides Zein, there are the names Amar, Arkana, King, and Nara. From there it is known that the group's creator is King.

Mima back at the contents of the chat. He also scrolls while reading a glimpse of the contents of the chats in the group. Suddenly Mima cleared her throat. Shortly thereafter, his face blushed.

"Basic of the ghibah-man," his grunts.

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