You're My Mouse

Mr. A

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"You must make sure that woman, do not do anything wrong. If that happens, don't hesitate to kill it!" Alan said without knowing the feeling, with a flat face.

"Where is Miss Layla, sir?" ask Nusi.

"That'll be my business! You just watch the snake woman, lest she not do her job properly!" alan oceh.

"Good, Sir."

Alan returns to his office routine, busy with the company he will be spreading his company's wings in the next few months.

Once in a while Alan rolled his eyes at the famous table in Layla, "Where is he? Are his legs getting better?"

Alan grinned, as his brain began to come up with crazy ideas, to carry out his evil plan.

Alan grabbed the phone handle in his study. Start talking at the time of the call he made, already answered by the person he was headed.

[[Flower Mocca here, how can I help you?" ] the voice of a woman echoed in Alan's ears.

"I want to order a bouquet of fancy roses, big size. Sent to address xxx." said Alan.

[ "On whose name is Mister?" ]

I better use the initials, let him keep thinking and guessing, surely what he has in mind is Amer!

"M.L."

The woman who answered Alan's phone call answered him excitedly.

[ "Are you very mysterious sir, is there a message you want to address Sir?" ]

"Hopefully get well soon."

[ "Okay, Mister. Your interest will be processed in the near future. Are there any more, sir, that you would like to convey in your order?" ]

"No, that's enough."

[ "Everything is five hundred and sixty thousand rupiah, sir." ]

"I paid for it, through your store account!" alan said after transferring some money, which he had to get out for a bouquet of flowers that he would send to Layla.

[ "Okay sir, thank you for using our service!" ]

"Hem." Alan immediately disconnected his phone.

"We see Layla, soon there will be a storm in your residence, congratulations on understanding both of you!" Alan grinned with his sharp eyes.

... ⁇ ️ Residence Amer️...

Scorching afternoon, making anyone who wants to go outside the house will definitely undo his intentions. But not in accordance with the intentions and spirit of Amer.

He still took the time to go home, taking the time to have lunch with his wife, Layla.

Amer took his foot out of the car, after Jojo opened the door for him.

Chequek.

"Thank you, sir!" amer exclaimed after a smile fell on the corner of his lips.

"Same as Master!"

From outside the house, Amer's ears had heard the sound to his parents and Layla, they were joking.

"Assalamualaikum, mah, pah, dear!" exclaim Amer who saw the face of people he loved was still subuk ngorol.

Amer approached the three, who were in the living room.

Amer frowned, finding Layla who was inhaling the scent of a large bouquet of roses in her hand.

"Whose building is that, baby? It's beautiful, just like you." Amer said, greeting his parents.

Layla frowned, hearing Amer's question, "Lo, this is a flower from Amer. I just received this flower from a courier. Thank you, I really like it!" layla said cheerfully, a smile on the corner of her lips.

I've never sent Layla a bouquet of flowers, is this possible from one of Layla's fans?

"Sorry baby, but I didn't ask someone to deliver a bouquet of flowers for you!" terang Amer, who made his parents look at each other, immediately the smile on Layla's face changed with confusion.

"It's not from you, then who's it from?" ask Noer.

Amer takes a bouquet of flowers from Layla's hand, looking for something that might have a clue who the sender is.

Amer found a piece of greeting paper, among the flowers.

"What is a ka?" ask Layla.

"So, here's what I'm going to read!" amer.

Amer read the contents contained in his speech paper.

...May it heal soon....

...Mr. A...

Layla frowned, "Who is Mr. A?" ask Layla innocently.

"I should have asked you, Layla. Who is Mr. A?" asked Amer with his voice that was now turning cold, his gaze suspecting Layla.

"Is it possible that the courier delivered her wrong?" great-grandson Noer.

"Wrong address, you mean mami?" oceh Ali, correcting the words of his wife.

"Yes, pah... Could it have happened?" great-grandson Noer.

Amer tried to call the phone number, which was listed on the greeting card that is now in his hand.

[[Flower Mocca here, how can I help you?" ] the voice of a woman answering an Amer phone call.

"Look, is it true that there was a store there sending a bouquet of flowers to the address xxx? I want to know, on whose behalf is that bouquet in the message?"

[Sorry sir, the bouquet was indeed addressed to that address. As for the customer's personal data, we can't tell the identity of the sender sir!" ]

"Come on, tell me. Who sent the bouquet? The woman who received the bouquet, was my wife, I have a right to know who the sender was."

[ "Sorry, sir. I can't help." ]

Amer disconnects his phone, throws the bouquet of flowers on the floor. Then he stepped on it with his shoes still attached to his feet.

"Ka, Amer... What are you doing?" Layla holds Amer's arm.

"What are you seeing me doing?" say Amer with ketus.

"America! Keep your talk, baby!" noer oceh.

"Is it possible.. You've been close to the other guy behind me, Layla? Without my sepengatahuan! You're having an affair?" the accusation just out of Amer's lips lightly.

Jeger's.

Layla's heart and feelings are like being struck by lightning in broad daylight, her husband distrusts her, even accusing her of having an affair with another man.

"A-what did you say? I'm not that kind of person, ka! I can't possibly cheat on you!" lang Layla's.

Layla defends herself on the charges Amer has brought against her.

"Do you think I should trust you, Layla?"

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