Chased Ex-Promise Candidate
Jahl

Ikram manages to take a photo of himself with Yuki during lunch. The two are enjoying their lunch without a conversation. After finishing they returned to the restaurant Ikram which is directly opposite the Mak Aminah rice stall.

"The stuff will be delivered tomorrow, right? So today I just go home," Yuki said as they arrived in front of the Ikram restaurant.

"Eh, where can it be your working hours until 4 pm." Ikram pulled Yuki's wrist as the girl was about to turn around to cross over.

Yuki brushed aside Ikram's hand, his clear net glaring towards the man who somehow always forced his will. "No need to hold on to it?"

Ikram only pulled one end of his lips, then folded his hands together. "Follow me!" The man then walked into his restaurant and headed upstairs.

Yuki was finally, inevitably following the tall man. They were sitting on the sofa there. Ikram also showed a photo in his hand. Yuki took it and looked at the photo of a room that was very neat and unique. The color of the paint is dominated by white and brown.

"Do you want to be rich in gini?" yuki asked without glancing towards Ikram. The design in the photo is his work.

"Yes, I want the room to look that slick, let alone the lighting in this room is very good."

"No problem. Any other requests?" Yuki kept the photo on the table.

"The rest is up to you, but this particular room, I want to be just like the one in the photo." Ikram leaned his back.

Meanwhile, Yuki got up from her seat and started to surround the room again. The girl will start painting the walls first, because it turns out the paint is already there.

"Okay Vanya's spirit." The girl mumbled to encourage herself. Ikram is still watching the girl who is now starting to open the paint can. With agility the girl began to pull her brush over the wall. The white color of the bone chosen by Ikram makes the room brighter.

"You want to help, Mommy?" yuki asked as she turned around to look at Ikram who was still sitting in his position.

"Why do I pay you if I have to work too?" ketus Krachram.

Yuki returned to her activities without replying to the annoying words of the man behind her. Yuki enjoyed every move he made while painting his walls. The girl really liked her job. Not feeling the time was starting to go up in the afternoon, Yuki had just finished two walls. However, the time has already shown at 4 pm.

"Ah, time is over." Yuki cleaned up the paint and brush. However, when he was about to retire, Ikram was sleeping in the same position when he was still awake.

However, instead of waking the man up, Yuki planned to go straight home without saying goodbye, but upon seeing Ikram still sleeping, finally a mischievous idea appeared on the long-haired girl's head. Yuki then brought a small brush, then dyed it on the brown paint. "Let's paint!" it is better to approach Ikram. He paints carefully over the face of Ikram.

Ikram was completely asleep, even as the brush rang across his face, the man only muttered a little without opening his net. After finishing, Yuki immediately left Ikram with a lion-like face.

Yuki crossed the street and went straight into the rice stall. Mak Aminah, seen receiving payment from one of his customers. The girl approached him and sat down beside Mak Aminah.

"Have you finished, Neng?" ask the middle-aged woman after finishing her task.

"Besok.have to work again, Mommy. You're not cape alone?" Yuki was actually very worried about her mother.

"Yes there, take a shower for the seger." Yuki nodded and went to her room and was about to clean her body.

After Yuki finished eating with Mak Aminah.

Meanwhile, at Pradana's residence. Fathan seemed to be contacting someone. "Have you found my granddaughter-in-law yet?" The man with white hair looked serious.

"We've found him and even your grandchildren have met him."

"Good, please keep me informed if there are any other developments." Fathan hung up his phone. Then, he called someone back on his cell phone.

"Cream, how have you met Vanya?" he asked when his grandson picked up his phone.

"I'm still looking for him, Cake." Ikram replied from across with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Basic naughty! Quickly search for him and bring him here, Grandpa love time one week from now!" Fathan hung up on her phone, talking to her granddaughter sometimes makes her dizzy.

Fathan sat in his great chair. The man held his temple. "Creams how can you not recognize Vanya?" his weakness. Fathan had indeed received photos of Ikram and Vanya together while they were shopping for furniture for the Ikram restaurant.

However, the man finally decided to meet Vanya. Fathan's going to Bandung tomorrow morning. "I hope you still want to be my daughter-in-law's granddaughter, son."

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Ikram Resto.

The man who had just received a call from the grandfather immediately woke up from his sleep. I went to the toilet to wash his face. However, just as he reached the toilet, the man cried out hysterically as he watched his handsome face in the mirror turn into a lion. "Who dares to do this!" he shouted while rubbing his face with water and face soap available there.

However, the paint stuck on his face did not miss a bit. Ikram groaned in frustration. "Yuki! Watch out!" Ikram again washed his face until the shirt was wet, but still the paint is still there.

The man called Jafin and told him to look for a medicine that could wipe the paint off his face. However, the answer from Jafin made the man shudder in horror. He said usually the paint will be released when given gasoline water.

"Don't be crazy, Jafin's my face gasoline lifetime?" snapped Kram. After that, Ikram also hung up his phone, he will visit the rice stall to meet the girl who had damaged his good looks.

"Wait for me Yuki. I'm not gonna let you go, if this is what you're doing." The man looked for a mask and a hat to cover his face. In addition, he also waited for a little night, so as not to be the attention of people.

At around 8pm, Ikram left for a rice stall to meet Yuki. The shop had just closed. Just as Yuki was about to close the door of the stall, suddenly his hand was pulled violently.

"Wait on! You have to take responsibility!" furious Ikram.

"Ghost!"