Tolerate It's.

Partner's live.

"So tomorrow you go straight to Malay?"

The man nodded while in a row followed by the two macab-like girls.

"Yes, same with you, right?"

"Lho's? How about Jia?" Jia stopped her steps in the living room making the two people automatically stop.

"And I want to introduce you to my family in Malaysia."

Jia nodded her head, it was quite complicated so Ilyas' future wife although not serious and honestly Jia did not like to grumble. But this man who has a family divided into two even makes Jia concerned about him. Watching the departure of Mamihnya used to make Jia in the fog let alone watching the two parents who are separated because of their respective desires and make each other a new family.

"I'm sorry about him, huh? This is a senile boy. Understandably, the body of the original boncel doang is old." sera's lead was behind them paying attention and listening seriously.

"Ih! What the hell are you nimbrung aja."

"Like me!"

"What do you do with Ilyas?" ask her with a sewot tone.

Ilyas now knows. If these two friends never seem to talk to each other, right? They always put everything aside.

"Heh, in Islam the law is haram girls and boys together who have no sacred ties." now Sera doubles as a preacher.

Ilyas chuckled softly watching the two friends who were always fighting small.

"Tomorrow we'll make a deal at the airport, okay? I can't pick you up. The car wants to be turned over to Ma'am Aia" said Ilyas injured both people who are going to war.

"Joe picked you up."

Ilyas nodded, "Come. But don't drive yourself. Ask who else is in your car."

"You know what Jia's mess is, huh, Mas?" sera asked interspersed with disdainful laughter at Jia.

Jia punched Sera's arm with a goiter's face. "Don't call Mas!" Jia Sweat.

"Well? Wh why? I really don't mind."

Yeah, I don't mind, but it feels like he's getting hot. He also wanted to call Ilyas 'Mas' but it felt a bit strange that he called.

"Yes, Jia was driving" he said without intending to explain in more detail.

"Bikin no storm in the streets? Especially the same Mothers who use the motor." as they are accustomed. It turns out that Jia was used to having problems with Mothers just right before she did not feel afraid to fight against the most powerful race in Indonesia.

Ilyas glanced at Jia at a glance who was displaying his pouting face, "No!" his reply on the interspersed thin smile made Jia who was watching him gasp. This man was too dangerous for his heart.

"Tumbens. Another lucky day, huh, lo?"

Lucky what?! If it's lucky Jia won't make a fuss with Ilyas' family.

"Diem you don't have to!"

"Udah... Staggered continues. His face should not be bent and you are already rich enough to turn into a cat garong tau." his arms stretched out to stroke Jia's hair. Making the mimic of Jia's face soften into calm while flickering innocently. "I'm home, huh? Tomorrow don't forget to bring people. Don't be so bad."

Jia nodded, "Yes. Be careful on the road, be sure if it's nyampe." Jia scolded as the man walked over to his car.

He smiled nodding, "Yes, Assalammualaikum, saying yes? See you."

"Waalaikumsalam" Jia replied as she held onto her chest which was getting a strange beat.

Jia noticed the speed of the Ilyas car that began to disappear from the yard of his spacious house.

"Huh?"

"I have to check with Alkan. The rich heart is not safe its detachment is so rich cepet."

Sera frowned, astonished. "You're off your times."

"Dog attack!" in certain situations even though the face of this girl is innocent, beautiful, like a good child but the original is always brutal.

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When Ilyas arrived at his hotel room, he got several rows of messages from Nadya into his phone. The woman sent some inappropriate messages, let alone she had just gotten married.

'*You seriously want to marry that rich woman?'

'Your mother is sad to see you will marry a rich woman.'

'You don't love me, do you Mas*?'

The message seemed to make Nadya's voice in her mind, plus she always heard that voice. Yany's voice was once a opium for her.

Ilyas ignored the message, leaving only a legible trace without any intention of retaliating, but a twang came back in.

'I still love you. You don't want to wait for me?"

Waiting what? This woman talks about waiting when she herself does not know how to wait well. She had asked Nadya to wait for her readiness, but this girl turned to someone who was ready.

And also why does it feel like Nadya's attitude is compared back when they met before Nadya launched her wedding? Nadya who was like Nadya who was really happy without being with Ilyas, but this time why it feels like she even pulled Ilyas back into her life.

He must ignore Nadya, however Ilyas must respect Nadya who already belongs to others and he does not want to cause slander later.

Then he thought of Jia whom he had not yet notified.

Ilyas typed something in Jia's message column; I was nyampe.

Then quickly there was a reply coming into his phone; Okay! Report received.

Ilyas chuckled at the reply from Jia. Jia is a typical adorable couple. And Jia is the one who will be his life partner.

Maybe, Jia and Ilyas can be good life partners without love, right? Please answer yes. At least maybe over time they can give rise to the seeds of love even in the impossible.

The feeling of being with Jia was like she had a little sister, not a normal man who had feelings for her. Even Ilyas himself never thought he would drop himself on Jia.

And everything was done, even though he had remembered that his behavior was unusual, but everything was already done. Ilyas only thought that if he was in a state of trouble like yesterday, he would act as he pleased without thinking.

Ilyas breathed his long breath, everything was already done. Already at this stage, he should have just gone through what is. Think of it as helping Jia and having a life partner in her life. It seems that Jia is also a pretty good partner. Moreover, she is an actress, she can be a professional right in their relationship? The girl couldn't have just dropped her heart on Ilyas.

The ringing of the phone scatters the daydreams that Ilyas is strung together. He picked up his phone and picked it up quickly.

"Assynjogaal, Yas. You're going straight home tomorrow?"

"Vaalaikumsalam. So, Ma'am. Why?"

"Mbak wants to nitip something for Dad. Tipped to Mas Dimas, yo? He's taking the car."

Ilyas cleared his throat saying, "Mbak won't go there? Meet with Dad?"

His brother was silent for a few seconds or would not even answer Ilyas's question.