The Love of a Duda Employer

Buying a ring

"What did the doctor say, Annabelle?" andre asked the nanny of his little daughter.

"Emh, said the doctor .. I must move my finger frequently, sir. And, every three times a day should be cleaned and replaced bandages," explained Rumanah.

"Huhh???? Every three times a day? How can I take sii's medicine?" seloroh Andre who looked a little surprised.

Rumanah rounded her eyes full. "Eh, I mean once every three days, sir. He he he he he he," said the village girl accompanied by her cengenges.

The plot!

Andre flicked his index finger at the village girl beside him.

"Aaaauuwwhhh!" ringis the village girl while rubbing her head that was a little bit painful.

"Basic, fool!" hardik Andre accompanied with his gel smile.

Rumanah waved her lips in a spoiled manner.

"Well, then I'll hire a nurse to come home every three days. That way, you don't have to bother going to the hospital anymore" said the handsome widower.

"Is it okay, sir?" ask Rumanah.

"Yes, it's okay, Belle. Everything is safe" replied Andre.

Rumanah smiled sweetly. Now, his ring finger has improved. Every day he had to take the medicine that the doctor had prescribed. The drug is useful for relieving pain and accelerating suture wounds to dry.

"Okay, Annabelle, no need to waste any more time, it's time we got married. But, before that .. muaacccch!" sweetly Andre landed his lips on the smooth cheeks of the village girl.

"Hmmmm?" Rumanah slightly dodged and shuddered amusedly.

"We're going to go buy a ring that will be our wedding dowry. Oh yes, you also need to dress a little to make it look more beautiful," said Andre while playing every strand of hair belonging to the village girl.

"Emh, isn't it too much, sir?" ask Rumanah.

Andre shakes. "No, you have to get it. A beautiful and luxurious jewel ring, it seems very suitable if it is attached to your ring finger." explained Andre as he grabbed the tangab of the village girl and kissed her lovingly.

Rumanah smiled sweetly and was very happy. Her sweet face turned red. Uh, funny that village girl.

"Annabelle," call Andre.

"Yes" the village girl answered and turned her face to the handsome widower.

"You're not allergic to food, are you?" asked Andre who managed to make Rumanah a little surprised.

"Huh? No, Mister. Why why?" reply Rumanah.

"Your cheeks are red like a food allergy," replied Andre while pinching the smooth cheeks that were red. He was very nervous about the village girl.

"He he he he, this is because I'm ashamed, sir." Rumanah replied with her cengenges.

"You're adorable, Annabelle. I can't wait to finish you off" said the handsome widower as he ruffled the village girl's hair.

"Huft, for a long time my hair changed like a lion if at any time Master shuffled my hair like that" said the village girl who will soon become the wife of Mr. Andre Wijaya Rakadewa.

"Ha ha ha ha ha!" andre laughed out loud. "Why do you often nag like that? Look, you're young. Don't grumble and get angry, you'll get old!" said the handsome widower on the sidelines of his laughter.

Rumanah rolled her eyes lazily and threw out her rough breathing. Andre still seemed to be chuckling.

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Andre parked his car in the basement of the city's largest shopping mall. As he said, he would buy a dowry and take Rumanah to a salon to be made up.

"What are we going to do?" asked Rumanah who looked a little nervous.

"We will .. better not ask too many questions. Comeondown!" replied the handsome widower.

"Emh, alright!" Rumanah resigned and finally got out of the car.

The handsome widower was wearing sunglasses and a black hat, not forgetting he was wearing a black mask so as not to be clearly visible his handsome face and was famous everywhere. Of course he had to cover himself so as not to be in the spotlight and ingredients.

"Select, which ring do you want?" said Andre when they were both in a most beautiful jewelry store in the place.

Rumanah scratched her head which did not feel itchy at all. To be honest, he was very confused about which one to choose. While all the rings in front of him were very beautiful and luxurious. Of course, the price will not be cheap.

"Duh, my head is dizzy, sir." The village girl massaged her temple because of dizziness.

"Dizziness? Why so suddenly. Is this not just your alibi?" search Andre.

"No, I'm confused which one to choose. While everything is very beautiful," replied Rumanah while grinning kudanil.

"Geez, does this just give you a headache? Ck, you stupid shit!" cibir Andre flicked his index finger at the forehead of the village girl.

Rumana was just a small grimace and a horse's grin.

"Yes, if so let me choose it." Andre made a wise decision. While Rumanah just nodded resignedly.

It did not take long for Andre to choose a beautiful and luxurious ring. Which he predicts a circular fit on the ring finger of his future wife. Maybe because he used to buy rings for his ex-wife.

"This is all," Andre told the salesman.

"Good, Sir. But, didn't you try it first?" ask the salesman.

"No need, I know very well the size of the ring finger." Andre shook his head and answered confidently.

The salesman smiled and nodded. Andre smiled and spoke in his heart.

"Don't the size of her ring finger, the size of her bra I know too well. Hi hi hi hi," said the handsome widower in his heart.

After finishing buying the ring, Andre rushed Rumanah to a salon. He wanted to see Rumanah dress up and wear beautiful clothes.

"Make her face look more beautiful, give care to her whole body!" andre's orders to the salon clerk.

"Okay, sir," replied the salon attendant.

"Annabelle, just follow what the salon clerk will do to you. You don't have to worry, they will only give the best for you" said Andre as he rubbed the sweet face of the village girl.

"Ba. well, sir," replied Rumanah.

Rumanah also left her fierce employer and followed the petuga salon to do a series of treatments. Perhaps she will do a milk bath, pedicure medicure, hair care, and polished by natural makeup.

A few hours later...

Andre is still faithfully waiting for his future wife who is being torn apart by salon officials. To be honest he was very impatient to see the change in the village girl.

"Master," came the voice of a woman who was no stranger to Andre.

Instantly Andre turned his face and stared fixedly at the figure of the village girl in front of him.

"It's over, sir." The village girl walked over to her fierce master.

A sweet and happy smile was engraved on her beautiful face, while Andre looked dumbfounded and as if reluctant to blink his eyes for a second.

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