THE FUTURE HUSBAND

THT

"I'll tell you if Mr. Mila is jealous, don't be so prestigious,"

"What are you jealous of. Who're you?"

"Ish Mr. Mila hurt my heart to know by saying that. I'm Mr. Mila's future wife, did Mr. Mila forget?"

"No. Don't expect me to marry you for loving you, but I just want to take responsibility for what I did to you that's all I understand!"

How many times has Mil heard that remark from Milano since his return a few days ago from the hospital.

At first Mil was disappointed with Milano's remarks, but Mama Feli supported Mil to make Milano bend the knee and say love to him.

"Oh so well. Because it is not because of Mama Feli, I also do not want to marry you dear Mr. Mila," continued Mil as if he did not want to show feelings, then turned his body wants to leave Milano, but his hands were straight on.

"Where are you going?" milano asked while still blocking one hand Mil.

"Of course, back to my friend but my friend who is still in the cafeteria" Mil replied to heat up Milano's manation and see his reaction.

"Oh so he's a friend but your mess?"

"Why really? Mila sir doesn't like it?" ask back Mil. "Kan Pak Mila married me without love, and I'm a woman who wants to be loved. If Mr. Mila doesn't love me, I can get love from another man,"

"Don't talk," Milano pulled Mil's hand violently.

"Last brother!"

"Shut up!" exclaim Milano and continue to pull Mil's hand towards the elevator.

"Ye just say jealous, what a hard thing," inner Mil while carving a smile.

The wall clock in Mil's workspace indicates it's lunchtime.

But Mil is still busy with his work piling up because yesterday he did not go to work.

"Are you still going to sit in your chair?" asked Milano who had been standing right in front of the Mil workspace that did not have a door, considering that his work space was fused with Milano's workspace.

But Mil who knew if the voice was Milano's voice, deliberately did not answer his question and continued to be busy with the laptop in front of him.

Of course it makes Milano who feels his question in the dibuhan closer to the Mil work table.

"Are you deaf?"

"Miles!" yelled Milano annoyed.

"Well, sir, can I help you?" asked Mil who was now looking towards Milano.

"Are you deaf?"

"No sir, a few days ago I went to the ENT doctor and my hearing is fine. Is there a sir?"

"Why then did I call you unresponsive?"

"I should have responded to Mr. Mil's call shouting my name. Did Mr Mila call my name?" tanya Mil deliberately mocked Milano.

Finally Milano did not want to respond to the words of Mil, then approached towards him and pulled his hand, so that Mil moved from his chair.

"Come with me right now!"

"Where is Sir?"

"Lunch, man,"

"I'm sorry sir, I promised my friend that I'd have lunch together,"

Of course Milano immediately took off his hand which still pulled Mil's hand. Then flipped his body to face towards her.

"Have you promised me lunch together at the tent stall across the street?"

Hearing Milano's question, Mil immediately frowned, and recalled himself and Dino having had lunch together at the tent stall across the street. Then Mil carved a smile, because he was sure, Milano had long spied it out.

"What if we had lunch at the tent shop. Is there something wrong, sir,"

"Of course it's wrong. If she loves you, of course she won't take you to lunch together and get hot in that tent stall,"

"That's more romantic sir. Mr. Mila did not know what it was like, when we were eating constantly sweating, and at that time there was a man who loved me wiping the sweat. It feels really something sir," said Mil trying to keep heating it.

"That's a tacky name," said Milano who again pulled Mil's hand and came out of the workspace to two.

Be connected...................