Weak Wife Becomes Strong

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"At first my Tantu, it's just that my Uncle's habits weren't good. He's a basket boy and he's always willing to fuck me, last time he plays a drama and I end up in my house right now."

"Do you want to be free from your uncle?" saira asked furiously.

"Of course not, it all makes it even more free to come home, let alone my residence away from the crowd."

"Didn't you want to teach him a lesson?" ask Saira.

"What is my day Evelyn, I'm just a weak woman who can't do anything, I'm grateful to be accepted to work in your company and be free of it" he said.

Saira's hand clenched hearing Saira's story, the man had to be exterminated, if it continued to be allowed to live then Alyne would continue to suffer.

"I'll help you when we get back from Indonesia."

"In what way?" ask Alyne curious. Saira displayed her mysterious smile. Saira and Alyne resumed their activities.

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Izora was enjoying coffee in a cafe. His memory drifted to a few months ago. He sighed a few times. Until now if he misses Saira, he will sleep in Saira's room. Her room should not even be touched by anyone, even the one in charge of cleaning her own room.

"Hi, can you sit?" ask a voice that sounds heavy.

"Please if you want, the seat is free." Sweet-looking Izora still hasn't shifted her gaze away from the thing she was holding. It was Saira's only death. A bracelet Saira bought for her.

The man cleared his throat and hoped to attract the attention of Izora. "If you want to order a drink, order."

The man seemed misbehaved by the reaction Izora gave him. He did not know why the woman sitting in front of him was not interested. For as long as he knew, all this time many women were chasing him like a virgin thief.

"Excuse me, can it be ...."

"May, take it if you want."

The man scratched his head which was not itchy. This woman in front of him really seemed to attract his attention. Only this time he was completely ignored by a woman. The woman also did not bother looking at him at all.

Izora stopped her activities, she was too washed away in her memories in the past. He put the bracelet back in a place and put it in a bag. After that he turned his gaze towards the man who was looking at him wrongly.

"What's that so much?" ask Izora with a casual look.

The man cleared his throat a moment ago. "Can I know your name."

"Make what? Is this a reporter?"

"Oh, no, I'm a pure bachelor not a journalist."

"Indeed, journalists should not be bachelors" he said in surprise. As far as Izora is concerned, there are many journalists who are still bachelors.

"No, I mean, I'm not a journalist."

Izora nodded slowly and took another sip of her drink and again ignored the man. Until a voice returned to make him realize.

"So how?" ask orianthat looks hopeful.

"What?"

"Whose name is Mama?"

"Oh, I'm Izora."

The man smiled happily, a progression. He knew the name of the woman in front of him. He wanted to introduce himself so that Izora would know his name as well.

"Include me Aro ..," he said as Saira received a call.

"What's? I can go Bi, I'm going there now. Please take good care of Mama until I get home."

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