THE PERPETRATOR (You Cheated, I'm Two)

Aided

"I never thought you could design a shirt this good. Where did you learn it, baby?" andrian said amazed by the results of the picture.

"At first it was just a prank of pictures at will. But, over time I began to be interested in the fashion world to follow the event of designing clothes and finally I was the winner."

"There is a sense of pride alone can channel my hobby so intend to open a boutique. But everything I buried deeply because I tripped over the cost problem," said Naya told her first wish.

"Hhmmmm your work is amazing, Nay. I want to get her clothes made" Jenni said.

"If so we just make it straight up there is still time for two weeks. Honey, can I ask you something?" tanya Naya subconsciously said dear.

Andrian looked down smiling, his heart was excited not to play in the call dear. "Make you what the hell is not."

"I asked for a sewing machine, the best fabric to make his clothes and other accessories. Can ya?" pinta Naya pleads to blink cute eyes and it makes Andrian shake his cup...

He kissed his wife's lips. He reached into his pants pocket.

"Hello, Mike. Please find the best sewing machine, the best along with the fabric for the wedding dress and accessories. I'll send you whatever you have to buy!"

Naya smiled happily as her husband followed her wishes. Naya hugged Andrian's waist and leaned comfortably on his chest.

"Thank you, Al. I love you," he said.

"Sama-sama, I love you too." His reply was to hug his wife.

"Aaaaaaaa so sweet" jenni teased that her sister could get the person she wanted all along.

"Oh, yes. While waiting for things to come, I want to measure your body first." Naya moved from her seat looking for a measuring device she had in her suitcase.

After searching it turns out the meter is still there and she was re-joined with Husband and Jenni.

"Jenn, try standing up!" naya and Jenni follow him.

Andrian noticed his wife who looked so serious about doing her job. He just knew the other side of Naya is good at drawing and it seems the talented wife became a designer visible from the way she measured the clothes that Jenni will wear and the results of her drawings.

"Boss, is that all your orders?" someone came in without knocking on the door.

"Take it in that direction, Mike!" Show it in one of the rooms.

Mike's men helped bring down sewing machines, mannequin statues, and other items.

"Indeed, you want to say until you buy sewing tools and statues all? Like wanting to open a boutique," said Mike noticed his men composing the items.

"Gue just followed my wife's wishes. He asked for all this and as a good husband whatever I would do for his happiness."

"Ck, is that loe as bini loe? If I am ordinary, I rarely ask for anything he asks for just money and money."

"Oh yes, yesterday I saw Lintang road with a guy at the cafe that I and Naya stopped by as well. I don't know who is with bini loe but who I see and observe, both are quite friendly. I hope you find out about this!"

"Actually I've felt suspicions about his nature that are beginning to change somewhat, but I don't want to be rash before the evidence is strong."

Andrian nodded in understanding.

"Bini loe saucy by the way too, Al." Mike watches Naya being serious about Jenni.

Andrian looked at his assistant. "Don't fuck Mike! He's my bin."

"Eh, sorry, woles, I'm just amazed and fascinated. Oh yes, tomorrow you have a meeting with the owners of PT BEAUTY CARE and TD FASHION to discuss our cooperation."

"Yes, tomorrow tell them to come to the office" he said, knowing who was coming.

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Tristan Residence

Ting tong (just consider the sound of the house bell)

Emily woke up from her sleep yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Who in the morning has been visiting people's homes?" the grunts got up and walked forward.

Czech....

Emily frowned in surprise, women around her age stood firmly in a large bag dressed ordinary.

"I'm just a normal woman, ma'am. My arrival here wants to find a job, whatever it is as long as it is halal."

"Sorry there are no job openings here. Go you!" drive Emily away while closing the door, but she is prevented by the woman.

"Please help me, ma'am. I'm in need of this job to survive" she asked, looking pathetic.

Emily opened the door again. He remembered that Tristan told him to look for ART.

"Hmmmm maybe someone came looking for work mending I make him ART only," murmured in his heart.

"OK, I'll give you a job as a maid here and your salary is only 1 million per month. How, are you ready?"

"I'm willing Madam," she replied.

"Then come with me!" Emily came in followed by the woman. His eyes circulated a gaze all over the place looking at every building and item.

"Luxury too," her inner self.

"You're gonna stay in this room and put all your stuff down!" Emily showed me the maid's room at the back of the house. And, that woman followed Emily's orders.

"What should I do now?"

"You cook, you sweep, you mop, you just sort out all the contents of this house. For now you're cooking good for me and my husband! youunderstand?"

"Understand me, Madam."

Emily returns to her room to wake Tristan who is still asleep in her deep sleep.

"Honey, wake! It's noon, you have to work." His words shook Tristan's body.

Tristan was disturbed when he was busy dreaming of re-referring with Naya and wet dreams.

"What the hell, Em. Disturb my sweet dreams only," her screeches brusquely rubbed the blanket.

"You must be dreaming of me?"

"Not you, but Kanaya," she answered judes as she stepped into the bathroom.

Emily was sour, she clenched her hands irritated Tristan always mentioned a name that she did not like.

"Em, where's my shirt?" pekik Tristan has finished his bath.

"Here," replied Emily giving him a work suit and Tristan took it and put it on.

"I've hired the maid you want, Honey. From today he works and will stay here."

Tristan glanced in confusion. "When did you get it? but, no problem, the important thing is that my house is taken care of, there are those who cook and there are those who wash my clothes unlike you who usually only spend money," Tristan said, putting his shirt into his pants.

"And I told you that I'm not a maid. After all, I should still look beautiful so that you are not ashamed to admit me in public. Proof they know I'm your wife not Kanaya."

"Give up, I'm hungry." Tristan walked out of the room to the kitchen and there was food available.

"Waw, you're cooking tumben, honey?" she said she pulled up a chair and sat down without seeing who her maid was and was followed by Emily.

"Hey, you maid, serve us!" tell Emily.

"Ready, Mistress."

Degs....

Tristan looked up at the familiar voice. His eyes looked at who he was.

"Claudia....!" murmured in surprised hearts.

Seriate....

Well you know, the affair is in one house. What will happen in the future, huh?

it looks like there will be wars, but, what is it? let's see it later.