Tolerate It's.

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Jia at least likes sudden events. Especially when he has a schedule. Actually, the schedule is just a photo for endorsements. However, there are still regrets because he prefers to live according to his to do list.

But, look now. Ilyas suddenly sent a message early in the morning to invite him out of his alias to his house. Can you guess what Jia is doing? Moreover, Sera who was still asleep was instead dragged by Jia so that the girl could court Jia. Although Jia is already beautiful without any make up, but it feels like she has to perform well. Especially to the home of his future father-in-law, although his relationship with Ilyas is not that serious, but the matter of appearance must display the best, right?

Sera with her lazy face and sleepily dressed her with lethargic movements without energy.

"Can't you really be a little horrified?" Jia so follow upset because Sera decorate it carelessly like wanting to decorate Jia into a clown mampang.

"Don't comment too much! Tell me who's interrupting my sleep on my day off?!"

"God! Hitting, don't know yourself anymore. Asked to help it was even a gamau."

Sera snorted, "Ampun, Nyi Roro."

Finally the blush brush was moved with the right movement this time. Then when the blush brush was already giving red sprinkles to Jia's white cheeks, finally Sera's hand took a pink liptint that would decorate Jia's pretty lips.

"Ck, I envy you so much."

"Well, who doesn't envy me?" Instead of being flattered because indirectly, the girl even issued her naris. The most narcissistic artist.

"Tai. How can I be as beautiful as you?"

"can't. Everyone has their own beautiful side. Just a person who likes not to realize because it is too focused on the beauty of people."

"Dam. Speaking of lo when there is a child side of the psychologist still make me believe if you have a little bit of his sanity."

Jia sniffed because he was sane. The liptint had already stuck perfectly on Jia's pretty lips. Sera clucked softly, always feeling amazed by the visuals of a Jiani Wu. Looks like this girl is wearing the most powerful stacking.

"Lu use shaman's stack where the hell is it?"

"Skewers? What kind of stab? Skewers?"

Sera forgot that this kid is quite under-updated. Moreover, the girl during her stay in the homeland of her great-grandfather's family aka China.

"Udahlah. Males is talking to a bego."

Sera stood towards Jia's closet. Then open the closet smoothly, looking for clothes that are quite appropriate to wear. "Where do you want to wear clothes? No one in their right mind, what's your shirt?"

"You mean, my clothes are crazy?"

"It's anjir. Look at this! Clothes less material all."

Jia rolled her eyes, "Wear that one." Point it at a short flower dress sepahanya but her arms are long.

"Lo forgot, huh? If the family of Ilyas is seen as his religion which is clear dress must be Muslimahlah. You should have put on a robe."

"Huh? So hot!"

"Dadeuh. Yaudah use this!" Sera picked up a white shirt and a sky blue long skirt. "Long clothes do not need to wear a hijab. Just be polite, not a rich dress to clubbing."

"But I've never been to clubbing."

"Yes, he's a good boy. The hunt is changing. Ilyas in front of noh."

Finally Jia hastily changed her sleeping dress with the clothes Sera chose and stood in the mirror.

"Hair is picketed, huh?" Pinta Jia's.

"Have a son! I am tired of Nyatokin lo. Aja booth, don't let you spread your beautiful neck lo it."

"By the way, Ji."

"Huh?"

"Gue now realize, I can't be as good as your family. But my son can."

"Huh?" His face returned because he did not understand what Sera said.

"I wish I married you."

That moment also the world war had begun. The girl is already neat.

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The house with a cool feel in the middle of the heat of Surabaya was quite entertaining Jia. His family home Ilyas is themed with smooth and soothing wood, plus some large trees make the coolness even more.

Jia and Ilyas walked side by side. Ilyas from earlier glanced at Jia.

"Aren't you nervous?"

"Huh? Naw. Why should I be nervous?"

Unlike Nadya when she was first introduced to her family. Nadya when she used to see a nervousness in her hand. Even to the point of trembling and not wanting to be left behind by Ilyas when they chatted with his family. The girl used to constantly ask her appearance was she already beautiful? Or is everything neat?

And Jia. Ilyas knew that the girl was quite good at controlling her emotions. Hence, the girl could become a famous and talented artist. He can handle all the behavior in him. In fact, when yesterday at the hotel alone, Ilyas was quite amazed by Jia's reply. Maybe, if other women will just shut up or cry right then and there. As for Jia, he's the plates only.

"What do we do this early in the morning?" Jia asked when they were already on the porch of the Ilyas family home.

Not very early in the morning, just now it has entered at 10 am. So, it's kind of weird to see you this early.

"I don't know either. My mother said, I told you to invite you to let us have lunch together."

Lunch but told to come in the morning. Jia was a little suspicious. However, he had to get rid of such thoughts.

They finally reached the middle room. There, there are Mother, Father, Mother, Mas In-lawnya, his half-brother, and also Nadya.

Jia's eyes immediately focused on Nadya who was sitting there. The woman also stared at the arrival of Jia and Ilyas silently, whom Jia had originally seen the girl laughing gracefully.

"Assalammal."

"Guiland." Answer all the people who are there.

Ilyas saluted his family and followed Jia behind.

When Jia wanted to greet her mother Ilyas, her mother was reluctant to hold her hand by Jia. This Jia tub is the germ that will spread the virus, whereas when he shakes hands with his Mama Ilyas, he, the beautiful woman who was over the age was always friendly as the first time they met and the last Jia shook hands with Nadya, the woman was also the same as her mother Ilyas who was not interested in shaking hands with Jia.

"It's so long you." Her mother Ilyas protested when Ilyas had just occupied her on the sofa, while Jia sat next to her mother Ilyas as she was immediately pulled by the woman.

"Sorry, Mom. It was a bit jammed."

His lie, even though Ilyas long because waiting for Jia who was preparing.

"Ck, I'm waiting for iki's moss."

"Why wait for Ilyas? What's to do?"

"Yo, take your wife-to-be and ask her to help cook in the kitchen."

Alas, Jia has always had a proper premonition.