TRAPPED Marriage

Limitations

Mr. Sony began to repeat with a voice quite loud.

"What...?? Would you like to stop by?"

Sony is repeating again louder. And I hope at least the other employees can hear his plea to me.

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"Kc.. Ck.! You're starting to play around with people "Toby took my phone and hewed the call from Sony's pack.

"it's better than me cursing" I m3nggeleng "I think anyway I'm still very annoyed with him"

He checked for a moment and then started to block Mr. Sony's number.

"It's time he started respecting you, even if there was a need he should have called Tia, as your manager"

"Should it be like that? "

"Maybe... Since I decided to make you my part not only half - half again" Toby returned my phone "we are limited people access, so not everyone can talk or meet you at will, even if they are friends"

"I'm not so..."

"It used to be, but it's not now" Toby cut

"But I'm not a celebrity" I deny

" Papa isn't a celebrity either, but he's not related to just anyone "

I tried to guess for a moment, but I did not know my in-laws well. Wait for... At least they should be important people, right?

" Your positions should be no different, I mean Mr. Sony. He's just an officer, isn't he?"

"But I have more power than me"

"You can have more power if you want"

"Where is possible"

"Very simply, give birth to my child in a healthy and safe manner. Don't take a job for more than four hours especially at curfew"

"huh... What a job that's only four hours"

"you're pretty smart, so try to think about it"

"The contract of cooperation is no problem, only you have to be good at choosing the type of work" Toby handed me the contract "Discuss every detail of the work you choose me first, and don't agree before getting my approval.

" What good is Tia "

" He will set the schedule, ensure the needs and cooperation go according to the employment contract"

"Can you ask a manager who doesn't matter?"

"Well... I just haven't gotten it"

I frowned at me "You mean Albert's a matre too?"

"Do you really not want to come?"

"there's nothing I can do there?"

"I know it's not easy?" Toby seems to be choosing the word "Mama is not a bad person, maybe some of you will not go well"

Ah yes about Mama..

"Would you understand it?"

Uh... "Did he withdraw his consent to our marriage?"

Toby lowered his head and smiled "Our marriage." . His sizzle" since this marriage is yours too, can you start fighting with me? "

Is correct... It's supposed to be Toby's wedding, all he's arranging. Even candidates. I almost never interfere or rather always try to resist.

" Even though I never complained to you, the frequency of spraying a mouturizer onto my skin was increasing. It was obvious that I was quite tired" Toby pursed his lips.

"My days are busy and probably very busy. Maybe there will be problems with Mama or Papa at that time" Toby pulled Pocket Hip Wine out of his pocket.

"But dodging isn't a solution because they'll never leave either" Toby began to open the lid and began to gulp

"Soever there may be problems between parents. So then.. Will you help me this time?" Toby gulped once more with his tail his eyes pointed at me.

"hem... At least until after the grand launch of my album"

"You're not reducing your drinking habits?"

What Toby's talking about is important, but Toby's alcohol habits are also important.

"Come, we're not at odds with this" Toby closed the bottle and immediately put it back in his pocket.

"First to disappear insomnia, then become friends when talking about problems, has it not increased?"

"Sandra... I'm dizzy, you can't imagine how dizzy I am"

"Tob... That's not an excuse.. You'll regret it when Alcohol has taken your life"

"OKs... Ok.." Toby took out his pocket hip wine that was no more than the size of his hand. "It's..." Toby handed it to me.

"But really Sandra... Are you not overreacting?"

"Would you delay until your heart has a heart-triggering aid, like my father's, or maybe when it starts to get depressed and torment your family?"

"I wouldn't be that pathetic.."

"Right, since I'm not going to let it, my son needs a father who is at least always sober"

"Well... Whatever"

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