
Olive is angry when the lover gets a call from another woman, let alone Ikram to mention his name. A strange name in Olive's ear.
"Honey, he's the one who wants to design my restaurant in Bandung," persuaded Ikram as the girl continued to frown.
"Why do you have to be a girl, Kram? There are many of your acquaintances who design the interior as well," grumbled Olive while folding both hands in front of the chest.
If he scratched his head that was not itchy, Olive was indeed the same stubborn girl as himself, so it was very difficult to be persuaded if he was angry like this. "When you don't believe me? I even willingly left my own wedding to go with you, Olive," said Ikram resigned.
Olive turned around and looked at her lover. "Okay, if that's what I want to see him now."
"But ...."
"But what? You don't want to take me because she's prettier than me, do you?" Olive again nagged, her jealousy had really peaked.
"OK-okay, we meet him now, hold on to your mom?"
"Mommy takes care of a lot, you're calm" said Olive then passed to her room. The girl will change her clothes and polish her face with makeup to make it look even more beautiful.
Ikram himself sat back on the sofa while leaning his back on the back of the sofa. The man reopened his phone and wrote something there. Ikram wait for Olive long enough, the girl is indeed very long if it has been dressed up.
Not long after, Olive also came out with her branded clothes. His face also looked fresher, his long hair was left to unravel. Ikram looked at his long-time lover, then smiled. "It's really pretty." Ikram moved and was about to hold his lover's hand, but it seemed that Olive was still angry, the girl immediately brushed him aside and walked ahead of him.
Ikram resigned, then followed his lover from behind. After saying goodbye to the house. Ikram and Olive got into the car. Olive, who was sitting next to the steering wheel, put her seatbelt on, unaided by the Ikram. The girl still looks angry and does not want to look at Ikram.
Haish girls if you have been mengambek gini, usually have to be invited to shop. Ikram also began to drive his car back to the city of flowers. The man occasionally invited his lover to talk, but only responded with a nod and a sling.
Finally only silence accompanied them, Olive was busy with her phone, while Ikram focused on driving. The journey to Warung Nasi Kadeudeuh felt so slow because they were busy with their respective minds.
After a tedious journey, Ikram finally parked his car at the Kadeudeuh Rice Park. Lucky when they arrive the visitors are only a few, maybe because it is past lunch hour. However, it was a pity that the person Ikram was looking for was not in place, the girl was shopping.
Mak Aminah, who already knew Ikram, greeted me kindly. However, Olive suddenly answered tightly and asked about the girl named Yuki who had become an actor.
Of course Mak Aminah frowned confused, how can her daughters become actors, but everyday they are always together. The middle-aged woman was pu. so thought negatively to her adopted son. Is it possible that Neng Yuki pretended to be abandoned, when she was actually a snatch of people's husbands?
However, to be sure, he immediately contacted his daughter and told her to go home immediately. Luckily, the girl was also heading home.
"Son Nak Ikram Neng ...."
"Olive."
"Yes, Neng Olive just sit down, Neng Yuki will be there soon." The middle-aged woman remained friendly to her guests.
Not long after, the sound of a motorbike stopped in the courtyard of the rice stall. "Please get down and bring it in the stuff, yeah, Bang." The voice of the girl who was waiting spoke.
Ikram and Olive moved as Yuki came with two bags of black crackles in her hand. Then, give it to my mother. "There are guests, you guys chat inside, yes" said Mak Aminah.
Yuki nodded and now approached Ikram and Olive. Olive's appearance is beautiful, but full make up, while Yuki girl, looks naturally beautiful with her tiny pink lips. Maybe the girl just uses thin powder and lipglos only.
"What's up, Mommy?" Yuki said with a little spoiled.
"Lo don't flirt with my future husband!" Suddenly Olive snapped at Yuki while pulling Ikram's hand.
"Look down, Mama. I just want to doang."
"Why did you cancel our deal, Yuki?" Finally Ikram opened his voice.
Yuki looked at Ikram for a moment, then smiled. "No, the Masnya. I'll take it. I'll keep the design of the restaurant calm" said Yuki.
Ikram raised one eyebrow."Then why did you call me and tell me you didn't want to?"
"Ah, it was just a phone number ngetes anyway, actually the same Mas Ikram or not," replied Yuki casually and the name Mas Ikram successfully made Olive again inflamed.
"You are so richly called Mas the same as him?" Olive glared at her lover.
"Honey horrified me, he was nobody I, we even know today," explained Ikram.
Yuki smiled obliquely looking at the lovers sparring in front of her. It's just the beginning of Ikram, wait for my next game.
"Okay, when do I get to work, Mas Ikram?" sidelines Yuki as she gets sick of seeing the scene in front of her.
"Start tomorrow, and if you don't do everything right, just look what's going to happen to this rice stall. Understood?" speak with a cold tone.
"Okay, sorry Ma'am, from tomorrow it looks like Mas Ikram will meet me more often."
"You!"
"Udah, Honey. We better go home. No one can change your position." Ikram prevents Olive when the girl is about to move on and attack Yuki.
After getting the deal, Ikram and Olive went from there. After the couple's departure, it was Mak Aminah and Agam who looked at Yuki questioningly. "Who is he really, Neng Yuki?" ask Mak Aminah.
"Yuki doesn't know either, Mak. He's a customer of Mak." Yuki was still acting ordinary.
"Neng really isn't a snatch of people's husbands, is he?" Mak Aminah stared intensely at her daughter.
"Astaghfirullah, Mommy. No, there's no way I'm ruining someone else's household. Rather than that, don't get married."
"Eh, amit-amit don't be pamali."
"Just like Brother, Neng. Mah Ridho's brother was born bathin if Neng Yuki wants to marry his brother." Agam suddenly interrupted the conversation between the mother and the child.
"Eh."
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