Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Ngidam (Part 2)

Rania runs into the bathroom, afraid that she might throw up trash before she gets there.

Nadira, he was in the kitchen making fried food in wonder because he saw the figure of Rania passing this early in the house.

"Rania? Why is he here so early? Is Rania staying over, huh? Ah, it feels impossible. Did I see it wrong, huh? It's still early in the morning, isn't it..." Nadira wondered to herself, she also shuddered when she thought that what she saw was not Rania. He'll ask later.

After coming out of the bathroom, Rania tried to get out and look at the back of her house. It felt very cold air. For a long time he had never played to the back of his house, usually before taking a shower to go to school, he always inhaled the air first morning there.

The sun was beginning to rise, the sky was also starting to light up. Apparently time is almost six o'clock. Rania must return soon, because Bagas must also go to work. But his steps came to a halt, when he saw a huge towering tree. Each branch has a very thick fruit. The right fruit for people who are pregnant, namely mango.

Rania walked over and looked at the mango tree, she swallowed her own saliva and felt very hard.

"Rania, you want mango?" ask someone sounds friendly, call him Mr. Samsul. She is a neighbor of bu Sari, whose house is right next to the house. It just so happened that the mango tree was also hers, and it grew right behind her house.

"You, sir. Can you?" rania replied without turning her gaze away from the mango tree.

"It just so happens that I still have a lot of it in the fridge last week. Wait a minute, yeah! I take it first" said Mr. Samsul prepared to leave, but Rania stopped his steps. And what the mother meant by Mr. Samsul was Ms. Retno, his wife.

"No need, sir. Thank you! I want that mango." Rania refers to the mango that still hangs on the tree.

"You want a young mango? I'll just get the one at home, yeah. Coincidentally it is ripe and it feels very sweet" asked and proposed Mr. Samsul.

"But I want a young mango, sir. I was pregnant, and wanted to eat sour fruit as mango, it must taste fresh," Rania chuckled, she did not want the ripe mango.

"Oh, are you pregnant? You have been waiting, yes! I'll get you a ladder and bamboo, tools to get it"

"Wait, sir! I want the mango picked directly using the hands" said Rania again stop the steps of Mr. Samsul who will leave.

"What does he mean by climbing into the tree?" ask Mr. Samsul and Rania justify it.

"Yes, for pregnant people especially for neighboring children, I will pick directly from the tree" said Mr. Samsul kindly.

"But sir, I want my husband to pick his mangoes. Yes, I took pak Samsul husband of people, hehe." Rania showed a row of teeth so that it looks sweet ginsul teeth.

"Oh, alright," sir Samsul nodded, "thank you if there is a leg, I will not go up the mango tree. Time yes menuhin cravings wife people," said sir Samsul and Rania certainly can not hear.

Nadira who was in the kitchen heard the voice of people who were chatting behind the house, he happened to have finished making his fritters. Nadira immediately turned off the stove and approached the person who was chatting behind his house, he was curious who were they too?

There were two people standing near the mango tree. Nadira narrowed his eyes, it turned out that the truth he saw was Rania, his sister. Not set*an or anything else.

Nadira rushed to Rania who seemed to be chatting with Mr. Samsul, his neighbor.

"Rania," call Nadira and Rania turns her head.

"Oh, so that was you? Brother Nad guess who" Nadira scratched his head that did not itch because he thought his sister was set*an.

"Yes"

"What are you here for?" nadira asked confused, there was also Mr. Samsul there.

"Rania wants mango, Nad's sister. Mr. Samsul has offered ripe mangoes, but Rania wants the young mango that is still on the tree" Rania whine starts again like a child while referring to the mango that still hangs on the tree.

"Pak Samsul will have a tool to take his mango, Rania. If Mr. Samsul has been able to take, just take it directly," replied Nadira easily.

"Yes, Nadira. But the problem is, Rania wants the results from the direct quotation, I have offered to take it. But Rania wants her husband to climb her" said Mr. Samsul.

"Huh?" Nadira was in disbelief. It was not that he did not believe Samsul Rania who spoke like that, but he did not believe that Bagas would do that.

"Yes, your husband is there, right? Brother Nad call first then," said Nadira you then went to pick up Bagas in the living room.

"Rania, Vanessa. You crave it, deh. Poor Bagas, this early in the morning will be made to bother, haha," Rania muttered inwardly and laughed lightly. He could not imagine that a master of the Bagas Ardinata Kusuma would climb a tree. Looks like it's gonna be exciting.

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AUTHOR ADS

Reader: Thor is really up long.

Author:

Positive thinking: Maybe they are interested in being curious about the continuation of the story.

Negative thinking: Well, be patient why. My feelings are updated every day. Where did he try long? I also have a lot of work, not just writing a script, huhu.

Reader: Thor, is it just one chapter, anyway? A lot of dong!

Author: Had bund, mbak, de, sis, one chapter has made the head of red eye quail, which is important can be up so you do not protest long ago mulu. You guys are so good just say next/continue. Lah me? Think about the story idea, the plot, the dialogue, PUEBI, and his friends.

Reader: Thor, what is the conflict again? The bad one again, the actor again. I am so lazy to read it.

Author: If a story in love uwu-uwu mulu, then the reading becomes spoiled. The driver is always in the same zone. You will not be able to learn that falling in love in a novel also requires a struggle.

Reader: Thor, how does the story look like next door?

Author: If this is a question, say whatever it is! My answer, it's probably because here almost the whole novel is about matchmaking, contract marriage, getting stuck, and many more are like that. That's why you can say it's like that. The important thing is that I don't feel it, yes. You don't need to know how hard it is to string each word into an interesting sentence. You guys just enjoy the story. Like, add to favorites and VOTE, yes!