Wife On Paper

Chapter 194 Babang Tamvan

"Mel, you're the one who changed this, yes" Ara asked her best friend who came very early in the morning just to visit it.

"No! How dare I be with your husband. He insisted on taking care of you, right? Later I will have to rage again," replied Mela lightly.

They are in the family room right now. And Mela was engrossed in the fried rice given by Yulia's aunt, which was actually just a stale base when offering it. But it was immediately agreed by the girl because she was hungry.

Of course Mela had not had time to eat breakfast, just imagine at 5 am he arrived at the house. Though the distance between the hostel and Adrian's house was quite far, and the girl took a taxi that early. Really reckless, fortunately he got there with healthy walafiat.

"Keep you visit me without doing anything for me, Mel?"

"Oh my goodness, Ra. Since when do you count with me?" Sad face, Mela showed it to her friend. "You don't remember who accompanied you when you were upset because it was your husband?"

"You also started counting apparently!" Ara swerved, and then the woman flicked her index finger at her best friend's nose.

"Fra! This is about persecution. I'll report you to my husband" Mela protested furiously. The girl glared at Ara.

"Whose husband?? You mean husband?" ask Ara to make sure. He does not care about his best friend's bluff that he knows is not serious. Mela may even mispronounce.

"My husband ... Uh, candidate Ra," said Mela cengengesan. "Which is handsome and ice-cold, always polite when meeting women and he looks so charismatic." Mela was like an imaginary person, even the girl ignored her half-fried rice that seemed to be getting cold.

Huss! Ara flicked her hand in front of Mela. "Who do you imagine? Not my husband, is he?" The woman snorted to hear the characteristics her best friend spoke. A little bit, like Adrian.

"Duhh .. who has a husband." Mela spooned a mouthful of fried rice into her mouth. "It's just Mr. A yes, who has such a feature in this world Ra? Uhuk ... Uhukk."

"Slowly. So if you eat, don't talk!" Ara was upset, but still gave a glass of water to her best friend.

"Comm ... But, Mr. A it's just love to die with you Ra. I have proof."

"What evidence? That's what I've known for a long time, you know I love him a lot too, right, Mel?"

"But this is truly authentic and undeniable evidence, Ra. Without engineering. I forgot to keep showing it to you." Mela took the phone from inside her bag. "Wait, yeah!"

After sliding several times the flat object, Mela immediately showed it to Ara.

The beautiful woman smiled to herself as she read it. Moreover, see the time listed there, 5 minutes, 10 minutes and at most one hour. "This ... At the hospital yesterday?"

"Hem." Mela nodded. "I got dizzy. He who asks for help, he who is angry, the strangest man is indeed your husband."

"He's a limited edition, Mel." Ara was still holding her smile reading Mela's every conversation with her husband. "He's worried about that?"

"Yes. And so chatty. Tell this that, even you see for yourself, right, once an hour I have to send you your latest photo. I'm like the detective he hired." Mela's story further reinforces the evidence she gave her best friend.

"I didn't know my husband was that romantic, Mel." Ara's heart melted looking at every word that was in that message. Even when the man was angry, not once did he really not care about his wife.

"Hello Ara's! That's not romantic. How can you interpret it like that? The romance gives flowers, chocolate, often gives surprises and_"

"Egem ... That's my wife's speciality. The standard of romance is to accept my flaws as an advantage that no one else has. Is that right, honey?"

"Huh? Uhuk ... Uhuk...." Mela did not expect Adrian to be behind her. And surely the man had heard his chant since then, where every praise of Ara he broke. The girl immediately finished the water in her glass. Shocked causing fried rice to enter the wrong respiratory tract.

"Mas, you made him choke." Ara helped her best friend by patting her back.

"Let's be it, it's none of my business. Come on honey I take care of your wounds," said Adrian fierce. The man pulled Ara's hand and grabbed her.

"Where? Just here."

"There he is." Adrian's chin was poking towards Mela.

"She's a woman, Mommy."

"What if the Eagle suddenly comes in? This is a public place, darling. Not like our room." The man gave an excuse.

Ara patted her head slowly. He forgot where he was now. "Recycle your food, Mel. Later if the Eagle comes, say Mas Adrian is still with me. Or tell him to have breakfast first let aunt Yulia prepare. Ka_"

"Already have. I know what I have to do, Ra. You two just go, let me take care of my tamvan gap, Upps_"

"What did you say?" Adrian turned around, when he heard it.

"Who did he call that, honey?" Adrian curious. He couldn't possibly have misheard, the distance between them wasn't too far away.

"Already, let's go upstairs. I don't want you to be late for the office." Ara pulled the husband who still occasionally stopped asking for answers. "Maybe he is liking someone, and calling every man that name" said Ara calming.

"But this is clear, dear. We're talking about the eagle. And his response was very happy. Or maybe your friend likes an eagle?" guess Adrian is unfortunately right.

"Maybe, Mas. Just let it go."

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"That smell? I know." muttered Mela. He took a deep breath, a masculine scent flashing his nose at this moment. The delicious aroma of fried rice made by aunt Yulia just passed by.

"Good morning, Bi."

Not wrong anymore. It was the voice of the Eagle, apparently Mela was very serious about recognizing Adrian's assistant. Until the smell of the perfume the girl had memorized.

"For Lang, want some breakfast?"

"Byeah, Bi," answered the eagle briefly. The man took a chair not far from Mela to himself sit down.

Mela has moved into the kitchen at the moment. The girl suddenly spurred the chew so that the fried rice runs out once libas even though there are still a few more spoons.

"Huh?" Aunt Yulia was shocked when Mela was by her side carrying a clean plate and spoon, doing the same thing as her. Wasn't that girl still sitting in her chair?

"You're adding more, Mel?" Greet aunt Yulia, and the girl shook her head. Then he pointed at the empty plate held by Yulia's aunt. "Then why come here and bring another plate?"

Without replying, Mela preceded Yulia's aunt by spooning the rice on the plate she was carrying. Then the girl gave it to the Eagle.

The middle-aged woman was gaping. It turned out that he was preceded by Mela, who said nothing but acted immediately. Young people today are aggressive.

"Please." A plate of fried rice lovingly handed over to the man who was still confused about the actions of his mistress' friend's girl.

"This is for me?" Mela nodded.

"Thank you" said the eagle without a stale ado. The man immediately scooped the food into his mouth.

"That's all?" asked Mela whose lips had not stopped reviewing her smile even since seeing the Eagle enter the kitchen earlier.

The eagle just glanced, looking at the girl who always acted strangely in front of him. Ah maybe it was just her feelings, it could have been the real character of that sweet black girl.

"It's a drink."

"I can take it myself, Miss."

"Call Mela. It's okay, I'm just helping you. Oh yes, Mr. Adrian is still with Ara, he told you to wait for him" said Mela, who was delighted to be this close to the Eagle. Even preparing breakfast and drinking it.

"I know, sir just called me."

"Huh?" Geez, that chatty master sucks a lot, makes him mala

u only. Though Ara had told him to convey it to Eagle. It turns out that the man had contacted her first.

"Aren't you tired of standing still?"

"Ahh, no. I'm used to standing for a long time, just calm down" Mela was lying when her legs were tingling at this time. Love is that, right? Maybe if really bitten by ants will not be felt.

"Mel, it's almost 7. You're not leaving?"

"A little while now, Bi. Huh huh? What time, Bi?" Aunt Yulia raised her chin towards the wall clock that was there.

"Geez, I must be late. Where hasn't the online taxi order yet." Mela cursed her stupidity, which forgot the time for approaching the Eagle.

The girl cried and panicked, heading for the family room.