VILLAGE GIRL BELONGS TO PRESDIR

VILLAGE GIRL BELONGS TO PRESDIR
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"Welcome Mr's. Mario Sheh Scherzinger." Mario's Japanese client welcomes Mario there.


"Thank You." -." Mario returned a warm welcome from his client, during the two days Mario was in Japan, he unceasingly gave news to Mentari even though Mentari was reluctant to reply to his message or maybe show his face when Mario called Mentari via video call.


"Yank... Still angry, huh ?" mario asked as he was taking a lunch break at one of the restaurants.


Mentari did not answer he prefers to do his college assignments.


"Yank... Where is your face ? Mas kangen nih." said Mario again he continued to persuade Mentari to want to talk to him.


"Yank... I know You're mad at Me, okay listen to this fine Light Mentari Binti Sarifudin I'm Mario Sheh Scherzinger by this saying that I'm in love with You !" said Mario loudly to make Mentari spontaneously show his face.


"Uh... Beautiful Bini I !" Mario stared at Mentari with flickering eyes.


"Try it again I want to hear !" Mentari tried to reconfirm Mario's words, really with what he heard just now.


Mario chuckles now his lips no longer mute saying the word love for Mentari. He had realized that his heart had been attached to the village girl who was no longer a girl, the Light of Mentari.


"I Love You, The Light of the Mentari !" mario said again to make the heart of Mentari flowery.


Harry who happened to be in front of Mario felt that Mario was very alai bin lebay.


"Mas Kangen nih.." said Mario with his promise.


"Kalo kangen ya go home !" mentari answered for the first time she answered her husband's words during these two days.


Hearing a request to return home by Mentari, Mario also seemed to think about it but he again could not agree to his wife's wishes because there are things that he must finish this afternoon with his new client after he could return home.


"Patience.. Yank, your handsome husband will be home soon !" Mario blinked one eye.


"But I'm still mad at You, because Mas accuses me of being a non-no !" lirih Mentari he still remembers very well the words of Mario that made him hurt.


"Sorry Yank... I'm just jealous." replied Mario feeling guilty.


Mentari was silent, was it true what her husband said ? Mario loves him and feels jealous when he is close to another man.


"Yank... Sorry about yes... Mas Promise will not talk like that anymore" said Mario


"Promise ?" suhut Mentari's


"Yes the promise !" answer Mario quickly.


"Yank... If your lips are like that it feels like I want to kiss You !" answer Mario


"That's... Keep on getting tired !" sunggut Mentari's


"Three days we didn't play Yank...Don't you miss Burio ?" ask Mario without sin


"No !" mentari replied lying, lying if he does not miss Burio and Mario touch that always makes him drunk dear even after can make him imagine.


"No means the opponent said Yes !"


Blushes


Instantly Mentari's cheeks flushed red and made Mario chuckle at her.


The conversation between Mentari and Mario was then over because Mario had to continue his lunch. He was lucky that Mentari finally wanted to forgive herself and their relationship back to normal.


"Master seems to have been Bucin once with Madam !" chirping Harry


"Of course, she's my wife !" mario answered arrogantly to make Harry seem to vomit to hear it.


"Why ?" Mario doesn't like Harry's reaction.


"I'm Nausea, Mr !" answer Harry


"Let's say you envy Harry, so find a partner and get married don't trust shamans, effort !" mario said to Harry.


"I believe Mbah Mijan Tuan !" harry replied confident that Mbah Mijan's words would come true.


"As far as you are concerned, it seems that you are already a fan of him now" replied Mario Ketus.


"Yes, sir, even I will vote Mbah Mijan as the number one shaman in his village even I have given him a big baleho gift so that people know Mbah Mijan is number one !" harry replied confidently with his belief in Mbah Mijan.


Byur


Moments later, Mario spouts white water that just entered his mouth into Harry's face.


"What ?!"


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