Tolerate It's.

Suitcase exchanged.

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Juanda-International Airport that afternoon was crowded with people walking quickly or even relaxed. Either they're going or they're going home. What is clear, Ilyas has set foot back to Indonesia after several months not returning home because he was busy back and forth taking care of his father's business abroad. Especially in Qatar, his father's oil business is growing well. However, it even makes his head dizzy seven roving must take care of it alone despite being helped by his assistant.

Ilyas walked quietly and nervously as he was about to face something that made him sick.

His niece pecked from earlier, whining for her doll stored in Ilyas' suitcase. His mother persuaded him to ask the boy to be patient for a moment.

"Later, Jel. It's just a nyampe, huh? It's hard to open a suitcase here." His mother calmed the little child.

Instead of being silent, the child even more whining to pull the veil of his mother.

Ilyas felt sorry to see it. "Remain, Ma'am. Just open the suitcase."

Ilyas put the suitcase on the airport floor, unzipped the suitcase. And guess what it is? Its contents made the one who saw it sighfar with great shock.

"Astagfirefull!" Call the two men when you see the contents of the suitcase from earlier Ilyas drag.

Since when did the suitcase fill women's underwear? Or maybe this isn't the suitcase.

Ilyas immediately closed the suitcase afraid to be seen by people who passed it.

"The stuff in your suitcase is weird, Yas. That's your suitcase, right?"

"Yes, Mommy. Ilyas doesn't understand either. Is it not possible to change?"

"Well, how's dong? Take another look. Who knows, the owner's name is." Tell the woman standing next to him.

"Don't you tell Ilyas to unload in this suitcase?" Ask in wonder.

She's confused, "Oh, yes. Ma'am forgot. Then let me be the one looking for it. Watch out for your first. Don't look around." Said to drive Ilyas away.

Ilyas immediately stood up in place of his Mbakya who was standing next to the little boy.

His mama opened half while scraping around looking for the owner of the suitcase. Until finally found a small photo.

The mother immediately closed the suitcase, "Yes, there's a photo." Her mother gave the photo to Ilyas.

Ilyas accepted it, immediately looking at the photo. What kind of coincidence is this? He saw a photo of a red-haired girl making love with her finger. The small photo depicts a selfie of a woman Ilyas met yesterday in London. Is the suitcase in his hand, too?

As soon as possible he had to find the girl to exchange their luggage.

"Sir, wait in the parking lot, huh? I'll find the one with the suitcase, and I'll find my suitcase." Pamphitt.

"Could indeed? Do you know where to look?"

He doesn't know, but what's wrong with looking, right?

"Look. Bye, yes, Ma'am. Ilyas nyari first."

"Yes, careful! Don't be long, Yas!" The mama screamed a little because Ilyas had run far enough.

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The footsteps wrapped in boots were casually walking towards a young man waiting for him. His height was above that of the one who walked towards him. The man smiled with his grin, welcoming the arrival of his beloved Cici.

"Woi wibu!" Say hello when they get closer.

"Waba wibu, waba wibu. Just delicious! I'm not wibu yeu!" The protest of the handsome man with narrow eyes was similar to the girl in front of him.

"More handsome you are, Kai. Ck, surely more and more are mengedeketin, I do not willingly have to share the joys of sister i with other girls."

The man snorted, "Start his drama. Don't get used to it because you artist lives you drama mulu deh." Protest's back.

Jiani laughed at hearing that. "Haha. Sorry." which."

"You don't exist, you go to London often. Why ask for souvenirs to i? Buy sono yourself."

"Let's have a different sensation. That's three suitcase what's it if it's not souvenirs?"

"Shirt all you need, keep makeup equipment, skincare, and others."

"Basic woman! I'm gonna go back to the jam, "Take him turn around.

"Eits! Eits! Wait a minute." Prevent it, "Karna i is now in Indonesia. You have to be clear, there is a problem about the heritage of mamih that you said yesterday."

"here?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Now too?"

Jiani further narrowed her eyes in annoyance, "Yes, Kai! Come on, spit."

Kaili breathed out like heavy would explain it, but he just had to talk. The one who did it was Jia.

"There's an Orphanage legacy that should be in your name."

"Continue?" The cut was impatient.

"Yes, patient napa! Again, this is clear."

"Jude, how are you doing??? What's problem? Behind the name, right?" Jiani was getting impatient.

"Not behind the name of the doang. The problem is, mamih mantumin requirements about the home if you want to be in your name."

"What terms?" Back cut.

"You can be patient?"

"A lot of emotion." Jiani to her sister.

"The requirements must be marriage. And his marriage to a good guy who understands religion can lead you to the right path, so he said."

Jiani heard that with her crybaby expression. Didn't expect her mother to write such a statement.

"You need not belong to me. Than I should marry." He said casually.

Kaili who heard that being a gregetan wanted to hit the head of this kakanya. "The problem is that the home is even mistaken for the same use that now takes care of, Ci. The donator who always gives turns out he's corruption is money."

"Huh? Any time?"

"Yes! So I told you to come back for this. Mamih must be sad in nature there know about this. You have to act, Ci."

"Judah, are we taking it straight away?" He said gregetan was either slow.

"No way, Ci! Kan I already said. The only way the parlour can be in your hands, yes you must marry first." Clearly with gregethan.

Jiani's face grew cengo, frustrated. He ruffled his hair slowly annoyed. "There really is no other way?" He sought another speck of hope.

"Nothing."

Jiani began to pour out her life, she began to weigh her steps towards safety. Will he choose to marry? Is this really the only way, if so, to marry who the problem is? Since breaking up with Alkan he only forged relationships for the sake of contract cooperation only with some artists. And it is certain that his status is now single. Take note of that, singles. So who is this single guy getting married to?

"The problem, Kai. Who should I marry?" Ask with frustrating nads.

"I!" The voice of someone behind them.

That face, even though Jiani was typical of a senile person, clearly she remembered who that man was. The man who yesterday accepted his prayer was walking closer to him.

What does he mean by what he says, where he says 'me!' what does it mean try?