The Substitute

Reception plan

With a heavy heart Ozan let Ameera go to college, still with his red nose who became a victim of the five-finger union belonging to Ameera. They're still arguing in the car in the campus parking lot. Ameera smiled brightly after getting permission for college today, while Ozan with a face scowled her.

"I'm in, huh, mas?" Ameera said as she stretched out her hand, kissing the back of Ozan's hand.

"Hmmm carefully. If you want to go home, call ya.." pinta Ozan.

"Yes." Yeah." Ameera smiled looking at Ozan. Then a second later his smile faded away seeing Ozan's sullen face.

"Don't be so his face, his nose will be redder" said Ameera.

"My nose is red because of what you did. You have to pay a lot of money" Ozan said, wiping his nose.

"You are the sultan, you have a lot of money, what am I, the commoner," Ameera said, winking her eyes.

Ozan pulls Ameera's hand so she falls into his arms. " Pay with your body, I'll make sure you scream tonight" he said in a resentful tone.

Ameera opened her mouth in disbelief with the choice of a very vulgar word sliding free from Ozan's mouth without being strained, making her reflectively land the binder map in her hand onto Ozan's face.

"AMEEERRRAAAA.....!" yelled Ozan with annoyance.

"ill? I'm sicker you spread me every night at will." cried Ameera as she opened the car door and left Ozan.

Just watch out, I'll repay you for what you did, inner Ozan.

Ozan immediately drove his car away from the campus with thousands of vows

***

Ameera walked towards the classroom as Dina called out to her.

"Ameera..!"'s search....!" call Dina. Ameera turned towards the source of the voice.

"Eh, Din. hi.." said Ameera.

"How are you doing?"

"Good... It's good." replied Ameera with a smile.

They also talked at length. Since attending the same college, Dina and Ameera have become closer. Ameera who used to be cold and quiet changed completely since entering the world of college.

He became more friendly and sociable. Except for his barbaric attitude to Ozan who often floated anything in his hands if Ozan mispronounced.

***

During the day at the Chandra Jaya Group office building where Ozan was back in the bus with a pile of files on his desk. Ramon came to him. Ramon noticed Ozan's face that looked different than before.

"Why the nose?That red one?"ramon asked while investigating Ozan's face.

"Bini.." answer briefly while reading the file seriously.

"What's? The ameera? KDRT?" ramon asked while laughing mocked, making Ozan upset half to death.

"Gue didn't expect your fierce boss to be a susis..." Ramon returns with his thud making Ozan throw a file at Ramon's face. Makes Ramon laugh more.

"Silence you...!" Jerky Ozan.

Ramon gave a smile as he picked up the paper scattered down there while continuing to hold back his laughter.

"Ram, I want to say something important" Ozan said

"What?"

" Three weeks from now empty my schedule for a week" Ozan said

"Why are you? A vacation?" asked Ramon who then sat in the front seat of Ozan's desk.

"Gue wants to go to Turkey with Ameera" he replied briefly.

"Honeymoon?"

"Gue wants the recipe there. I got married in a hurry at the hospital that time. Now Mama's the same Papa asked for his reception in Istanbul."

"Hurrying too?"

"His wedding was five months, what was the rush?"

"I mean, you hurry up that much, just three weeks is enough to prepare you recessian. At that time it failed just a month not too wide" said Ramon

"But your schedule's busy again, Zan..." Imbuh Ramon is reading Ozan's schedule on his phone.

"Yes, you set it..."

"Why not wait until next month? Let relief. "

"Mama wants it as soon as possible. He said before Ameera got pregnant should be prescribed first. Let's not in gosipin hamidun her. People out there don't know that I'm married."

"Yes, I'll try. But you risk getting ready for overtime every night, yeah...!"

"You tell me to go overtime every night." Ozan's voice that even his mind fell to another place, making Ramon upset.

"Not b*gooo...!" snapped Ramon, "you overtime with those papers on your desk!"

"Huh.. said donk from earlier..." Ozan scowled angrily hitting Ramon with the map in his hand.

"So I said, Boss! It can be crazy for me to be with you for a long time." said Ramon in flames.

"Gue doesn't want to know. Anyway, you set my schedule. Take care of my departure. Passport for Ameera and others." Ozan's word seemed to make Ramon feel like he wanted to hit him with a pile of files in front of him.

"Keep your bini how, the lecture is on leave. Is he a new student? " ask Ramon.

"Easy to set, I also haven't told Ameera about this recipe plan."

***

Ameera was sitting on the balcony of the house reading a book while enjoying avocado juice and a few pieces of cake in front of her. Not long after that, someone called his name. Ameera did not flinch from listening to the call she was calling. Until Ozan emerges from behind the door.

"It turns out everywhere" said Ozan, who sat in the chair next to Ameera.

Ameera reached out her hand kissing the back of Ozan's hand.

"Darling, I have something to talk to you about. Can you?" asked Ozan to start a conversation.

"What?"

"So mama called. Mama's going to have our wedding reception." Ozan Sahut.

"Wanna go home?" ameera asked with a sumringah face.

"No, we go there"

"Huh, the recipes in Turkey? Why not here?" ask Ameera curiously.

"Mama doesn't want to. Mom was traumatized by that time. Most of my extended family is in Turkey." Ozan replied as he picked up a piece of cake in front of him.

"When's the plan?"

"Three more weeks. So three days before the event we should already be in Turkey."

Ameera looked down like she was thinking about something.

"Cock suddenly for the reception?"

"Mama wants that. The people out there don't know we're married. Mama said before you got pregnant we were prescribing first, so there is no slander." Ozan explained.

"How's college? I'm mostly on leave, "

"It's okay. I'll take care of it. But you want to come to Turkey? "

"Yes if my mom wants it to be" said Ameera.

Ozan smiled ignorantly looking at Ameera. Then he got the idea in his brain.

"You remember, this morning in the car I said what? " ask Ozan while touching his nose.

"Which one? You say a lot..."

"My heart is for payment." whispered Ozan, bringing his face closer to Ameeea's. Only then did he understand the meaning.

"Basic perverted husband... If my nose is hurting, why should I pay somewhere else?"

Ozan smiled meaningfully while Ameera resigned, having no choice but to obey the wishes of the husband.

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