WRONG MARRIAGE

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Shortly thereafter, a message came in. From Mbak Yen. The woman sent her full account number with a statement saying it was Mbak Yen's account number. Zalfa simply sent money for the fare to that account and Mbak Yen would hand it over to his brother who would be working at Zalfa's house.

“Yes!” Zalfa girang's. It means she'll get a housekeeper as soon as possible. Zalfa immediately called Mbak Yen after sending the requested money.

“Still yes, Non,” said Mbak Yen. “The money I will give to my brother. He's willing to work at Miss's house. And soon he will leave for Non's house. His name is Emy, Non.”

“Let me pick you up.”

“Loh, instead of Non send money for the cost of Emy to go there, well if picked up also free dong fare. It's okay for Emy to go alone. He was used to working in the city. Here he is now with me. After this he will immediately leave for Miss's house. Not just wait. Emy, I told you the address that Non told you. Emy knows what the address of the housing is.”

“Yes, I'm waiting, Ma'am.”

“Iya, Non.”

Talks broken.

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Zalfa opened the door shortly after hearing the doorbell ring. This time Zalfa was already wearing a beautiful robe.

“Good afternoon, is this true Non Zalfa home?” A woman stood at the door.

Zalfa stared at the appearance of the lady he was meeting. Shabby yellow shirts combined skirt gombrang along the heel. A small dull-colored bag hung on his shoulders. “Yes, this is my home. You who?”

“I Emy, Non. Her brother Mbak Yen,” replied the woman politely.

“Ooh... Come, log in!” invite Zalfa to let the woman in. Zalfa didn't even know that she wasn't the real Emy.

“I was very happy when Mbak Yen told me aka the tone of his brother who can work here,” said Zalfa. “Let's take your bag to the room. I'll show you your room.”

The woman followed Miss. His attitude is really polite like the village people who meet their employers. He always nodded his head and half-bent his body while talking to Zalfa.

“Well, this is your room. You like?” zalfa asked as he entered a room.

“Very liked it. This is more than enough.” The woman who claimed to be named Emy nodded with a big smile.

“Now you rest here. Don't do anything until you're tired. Tomorrow you can start working.” Zalfa patted the woman's shoulder gently.

“I stay first, yes!” Zalfa passed out of the room.

The abandoned woman nodded, she then nailed in memory of the incident twenty minutes ago. He recalled the time a woman had just stepped down from an angkot, none other than Emy, the woman who was going to work at Zalfa's house. The shabby clothes are combined with a rock skirt along the heels that are not so bright.

The woman walked carrying a bag down a deserted road. He had to find an ojek to get to Zalfa's house. He did not know that he was under someone else's supervision.

“Are you the one who will be hired at Zalfa's house?” ask a man in a hat who just got off the bike and approached the woman. The man is not alone, he is with a woman.

“Iya,” replied the woman with a friendly smile. “Kok, you know? Were you told to pick me up by Non Zalfa?”

“What's your name?” ask the man in the hat without asking Emy.

“Emy,” plain Emy.

The man in the hat turned his head to the side, looking at the woman who had been piggybacking with him. Then he gave the code with a nod of the head to the woman by his side.

With a questioning look, the innocent face of the village woman was still smiling as the two humans before her were coding each other. He was shocked and did not have time to do anything as a knife pulled towards his stomach.

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...SERIATE...

How are Zalkhan lovers?

Waitin debay they were born well 😘😘😘

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