
Andro smiled, he was confused to reply to how Marsha said. For sure he did not want to show happiness to the girl.
“You will definitely fall in love with him because he can give you everything,” Andro said with a disappointed look.
“Take it easy! I wouldn't possibly love a bad old boy like him. He is old, already head three, the most important we can still be together, yes ‘kan?” Marsha smiled cheerfully, she even pulled Andro's wrist without shame.
“You must not have had breakfast? let's have breakfast,” take him with the spirit of six-nine. "I'll treat you."
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Meanwhile, in the house Nova was made flowery because the bestie gave the news that her grandson said he wanted to have a family meeting. They laugh in a phone call.
“Ya, just called Jeremy. He wants to book a restaurant for us this weekend.”
“Finally we will be bestie,” Nova said in a carefree voice, if like this she feels her age is reduced and she is back young again.
“Our aspiration to be able to unite the family is finally done as well.” Cantika is no less happy. He even patted the sofa cushion so excited.
“But ... but, this is not finished. We have to get Jeremy to impregnate Marsha. We must have grandchildren as a sign of the unification of our family,” said Nova who lived Cantika with one word ‘iya’.
“Just you have to be eager to heal in order to see our great-grandchildren born into the world,” added Nova. The two of them actually had a secret that no one knew.
“Excitement, I can be a little quiet because Jeremy already has a supporter, now there will be no more business opponents who dare to mess with it even because the Tyaga family will be a fortress for my poor grandson,” said Cantika. “I also do not need to bother bombing Jeremy.”'s car
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Meanwhile, the man they were talking about was sitting on his soft seat, Jeremy was staring at the agreement letter that Marsha had signed. At first he thought the girl would refuse and even argue it out. However, Marsha instead voluntarily signed the treaty.
“That boy is definitely not stupid. I know she's sneaky, just look at her pretty face but sometimes like a witch,” grumbled Jeremy, she didn't realize that Peter was still right in front of her desk.
“So what will you touch it Sir?”
“Of course!” jeremy answered. But, he immediately nodded. He raised his head and looked at Peter with a patterned net. His secretary held back a laugh and then looked down.
“What do you mean Ha?” jeremy Amuk.
“Sorry sir, I shouldn't ask you that, because when you're at the gelato store you've said clearly that you're going to marry him. Sorry, there should be no need to ask unnecessary questions because you already know the answer,” said Peter.
Jeremy even more glared, he put on a fierce face like buto ijo because he did not like the thought of his secretary.
“Do you think I'm a jerk, I obviously had to marry him. Isn't this funny, forced to get married because of a kutang, does this make sense? like a joke,” asks Jeremy half an emotion of the soul.
“No sir, marriage is no joke. If you are married to him, it means that fate has outlined it that way,” replied Peter wisely. Jeremy also kicep, he who does not want to lose also chimed in –
“I'll divorce her after six months, just look at it later! And it's his destiny, to be a widow at the age of not even twenty years,” ketus Jeremy. The man's mind sounded very cruel.
However, even more cruel is the mind of the beloved single daughter Kimi and Richie. Instead of listening to the teacher discuss how to solve the test. Marsha was busy drawing in her book. He drew a man with a round rope hanging, a second later Marsha crossed it until the picture was almost completely covered. The girl drew again, now a cup with a picture of a skull.
Marsha shook her head, crossed out the image before turning the lazy eyeball and flipping the paper, next she drew a cross section of the male reproductive apparatus. Marsha laughs to herself, she happily imagines destroying Jeremy's kinderjo with a golf stick. It seems to make the man barren better than killing him, Marsha thought.
Until without her guessing, the teacher was right beside the bench and grabbed a notebook where a picture resembling a quail-covered sausage was clearly displayed there. The teacher glared and shouted his name.
“Marsha ... !”
PRANGS
Kimi nudged the container containing the syringe. He was pensive for a moment and could only watch his assistant clean up the mess he had made.
“What is this? Marsha …. Surely he's doing it again,” Kimi muttered in heart.