Tolerate It's.

Phone numbers.

Jia laughed wryly, "Hahaha, funny joke."

After that Ilyas laughed too.

"You seriously want to marry a rich foreigner Jia?"

"Why indeed?" He always turns the question around with the question.

"Kok so Jia is afraid of you?"

"Are I a criminal?" He pointed at the face making Jiani instantly notice his face.

"No way. You're a handsome man." To be honest.

"You're this honest, is it?"

"Wrong?"

He nodded, "Good. So you want to?"

"OKAY. When do we meet each other's families?"

"Lusa. The day after my brother's wedding. I'll take you there and introduce you to my family except my real father because he's in Malaysia."

Jiani nodded, "Okay, nih." Jia thrusts her phone at Ilyas.

"What?"

"Simpen your number. It will not be possible that you will marry Jia while Jia number is not you save." Evidently

The man immediately took his phone and typed the number there and gave it back to Jia.

"Oiya, I want to ask about the suitcase. Do you like taking photos in the suitcase?"

Hearing the word suitcase became sensitive in Jia's ears. His face instantly gave off a tinge of red, embarrassed.

"Can't you talk about the suitcase? And yes, deliberately Jia likes simple so that if taker he can find."

Ilyas laughed and Jia heard it like a prick directed at him. "You're a regular taker, aren't you?"

Hearing that Jia covered her face, in a moment maybe she would throw her face away due to this incident.

"Okayly enough. I am not the one who wrapped your suitcase. Who plays my sister." Clearly to make Jia not too embarrassed even though Ilyas also saw it.

But it still is. Jia was embarrassed. Whoever opens the suitcase because the suitcase contains privacy. Imagine how embarrassed it is to be Jia.

"Udah right? Jia has to go home. There's a promise with people."

The man nodded and then got up. "Want me to drop off?" Bargainly.

"Jia's got a car. So there's no need, if Jia doesn't bring a new car." Jia was already standing and walking towards the exit.

"Okay, be careful on the way. If there's anything call me."

"Jia will call Papih Jia first instead of you." Answer with a jutek.

Ilyas then opened the door for Jia. "Thank you for the approval of Jia's cooperation." He extended his hand in the doorway while Jia was already standing outside.

Jia took the saying and then they shook hands as if they had made an important meeting. "It's nice to work with you. See yes, Brother Ilyas."

"Yes, little boy." She greeted him with a sweet smile.

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Jia walks in the parking lot playing her cell phone to call someone. The sound of the first ordeal call was not lifted, he tried to call again until he was picked up by someone in Canada.

"Hi, babe!" Sapa Jiani opened his car door and sat comfortably in the seat where he was driving.

Jiani could hear the angry growl of the phone line, "What the hell are doing? Its 12 AM in here!" Sewot girl because it was disturbed in her sleep.

"i know's. Sorry, but I need your help."

"What emergency do you have to disrupt my sleep?!"

"Ilyasa Alriza-What???? Who's he? You mean the Aldrizayn group?"

"Yes..usual times? Why the hell you and Kai are so excited about the Aldrizayn group."

"That means I'm the same as Kai's soul mate."

"I plug yes, your eyes let not be careless. Inget age!" Diabolically.

Sera was always joking about wanting to bully Jia's sister. Whether it's just a joke or a serious but if with Kai really, he always becomes a shy cat like a high school boy in the wild.

The girl's whimper came out of her phone. "Who doesn't know Aldrizayn?"

"I am?"

"Ya lu mah emang brain natbisin money doang not about business. What is your relationship with Mr. Firash Aldrizayn? Just told me to find out."

"I want to marry him. Anyway, please find information about him." After that call he decided unilaterally without waiting for permission from the side there.

And Jia has immediately silenced the phone, because it is certain to continue ringing with dozens of calls from Sera.

The girl if she had been kepo, her brain would have inflated if not to find out the answer right then and there. And Jia guessed for sure the girl would fly straight back to Surabaya without stopping by first to Jakarta, her parents' house.

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The phone rings on the bed. Ilyas out of the bathroom. He was ablution to perform the Isha Prayer. Ilyas took his cell phone and saw that the one who called him was his father.

"Assalammualaikum, Dad? Why?"

Ilyas heard a loud noise there, his father must be at Atok's house and was gathering with his brother's sisters. Because Ilyas could hear the voices of his brothers.

"Yasa, being in Indonesia? I think he's still in London. Why don't you talk to Dad first?" His father with his thick Malaysian accent.

"Sorry, Dad. Yasa forgot. Do you know where it's from?"

While Yasa, from childhood closest to his mother so he fluent in Indonesian while Malaysian he spoke when needed only, for example, when he was gathering with his family in Malaysia or meeting his client who is Malaysian.

"From Mbakmu's. Suke this time you forgot your own father." Joking. "What are you doing there, Yas? Miss your boyfriend?" The question made Yasa speechless.

"Yasa to Indo wants to attend Nadya's wedding, Dad."

"Who, who did die marry? Since when did you break up with Die?"

"Just like Radit, Dad."

His father did not immediately scowl, he remained for a few seconds whatever he was doing.

"Radit that...your stepbrother's heedless?"

"Yes, Dad. Long story. Yasa tell me sometime." He said he wanted to decide the topic immediately.

"Oh... Are you patient? You're Dad's most powerful son, right?"

"Yes my father's son, I do."

Then he heard his father's laughter. "Oiya, yes. But Yasa's father was a great man. It's okay, we'll find something good."

"Well, it's there, Dad."

"What do you mean?" Ask confusion.

"Yasa wants to get married. There's a candidate. Yasa will know Dad when he finishes his business here."

"You're serious? Don't fuck around, Yas."

"Yes, has it been, Dad? Yasa wants to pray first. Did I hang up the phone? Assalammualaikum." Then Yasa turned off the phone when his father asked again.

Yasa kept his phone on the nightstand and then pulled out the pot. The sound of the phone ringing again sounded, Yasa glanced at him at a glance who knew it was his father calling back.

But it was not, the name that was plastered on his phone was different. The name of Nadya Mayara.