Forced to Marry Mr. Tajir
Diva hp number

Today Bagas and Rania are very busy. If you can, try to read the long busy, yes! Hehe. Today they are so to occupy their new home. The house when secretary Frans was wrongly connected with the paid woman has now officially become the home of Bagas. Don't ask me how much the house is worth, yeah! If I tell you you can suddenly asthma, heart attack, convulsions and cause envy. Haha.

From the outside, the house looks comfortable to live in. The fresh air makes it will feel at home if you live in this house. If it is not easy, sell again. Keep buying new, sultan mah free yes guys.

Wait, it turns out that there is a busy look again than Bagas and Rania. The overwhelmed secretary Frans pulled two large suitcases at once. If it were not for a job assignment and of course paid a salary that I cannot mention, maybe Frans' secretary would be lazy as well.

There wasn't too much luggage they had brought to their new home. Maybe it's just personal luggage that matters. Because in his new home there are other valuable items that are complete. Just want to occupy it, if you don't want to place mah for you, deh. Please take! Seriously.

Rania rolled her eyes around the corner of the house as soon as the door was opened and she just went in along with Bagas.

"God, what a wonderful house!" praise Rania did not forget to give thanks to God who has given her a favor.

"Likes?" ask Bagas who is standing next to her.

"More than a word of like," replied Rania did not turn her eyes.

"This house is not as big as the house we live in with papa, nor with so many servants as there. It's okay, right?" Bagas clasped his wife's shoulder, Rania raised her face and gave her husband a smile.

"No problem. Large or small house, luxurious or simple, which is important we can occupy. Avoid the heat of the sun and can be a place for us to shelter when the rain comes," said Rania sage. Bagas so moved and happy to be given a wife as good as Rania.

"Yes, baby! You're a truly wonderful wife" she praised, then kissed her forehead.

Bagas bent his body, so that he could stand parallel to the stomach of the wife. "Papa's child, fine in the stomach. My mom and dad are living in a new house today. Born in the world, baby! I can't wait for your presence!" Bagas stroked his wife's stomach and put his face there. He also put his ear next to her, to hear if the baby is responding to her speech.

With patience Bagas waited for the baby to respond. At last he heard a voice coming from his wife's stomach.

Krabut.kubuk..

Bagas immediately lifted his ear from there, and looked at the wife's stomach. "Darling, our son just spoke!" with a happy face.

Rania smiled. "Yes, he said he was hungry" he said.

"Huh, if you're hungry, say, dong! Don't sell my son's name!" Bagas stood up and pinched his wife's cheek.

"Hehe, your end is insensitive, anyway. Bumil is easily hungry, where we did not have time to eat breakfast first, again!" rania's Omel. Understandably, pregnant women are very easy emotions.

"Yes already. I buy food first. You just rest in that room over there, yeah!" Bagas pointed to a room not far from where his current establishment was. "Our room is now downstairs, pity that you have to go up and down the stairs every day."

Rania nodded in understanding, her husband is so considerate. "Yes, hurry up or will our child be crying in the stomach?!" threat Rania's.

"Yes, honey. I go first, yeah," dyed the base of the hair then.

"Frans, put that suitcase in my room, yeah! Here's the key," Bagas threw the key he had stolen in his pocket at Frans' secretary who had been behind him. "Let's not forget to pick up a few servants at papa's house to stay with me!"

"Good, master!" secretary Frans received the key with a shrewd hand.

As soon as Bagas left, Frans' secretary and Rania went into the room that Bagas had chosen.

"Go, Frans! Thanks for bothering!" rania.

"Together, miss. That's part of my job!" secretary Frans said before he finally left to do his next task.

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Drrtt..

Drrtt..

The vibrating sound came from Rania's phone on the nightstand, she is currently tidying up the clothes in her suitcase to put in the closet. Simple cabinets as in general, unlike those at home yesterday which are super large in size. Rania did not hear any vibrations from her phone at all. Repeatedly shaking but still not hearing it.

"Finally it's done too" he said after arranging the clothes into a closet.

"Where is he, why so long? If I had a stomach ailment, I might have died of this hunger" she said again, looking for her husband who never came too.

"Call me, my God," he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Rey, why are there so many missed calls? She's why, huh?" he asked after taking his phone from the top of the nightstand and there were a lot of missed calls.

Rania tried to call Reyhan back, who knows it's important. As soon as the phone was brought close to the ear, Reyhan soon raised his call.

"Hello, Rey. What was? Did something happen in the shophouse?" ask Rania worried.

"No, Rania. The situation in the shophouse is fine," Reyhan replied from across the street.

"Oh. Then what are you calling me about repeatedly? I'm sorry, I didn't hear a call from you."

"Yes, it's okay, Rania. Sorry if I bother you too. So look, first I'm sorry about you because yesterday I didn't come to the shophouse because I had business."

"It's okay, Rey. Tell me, why did you call me that much? What's up?" rania asked impatiently and grew curious.

"I-i. I'd like to ask for your friend's phone number, would you?" pinta Reyhan is nervous.

"My friend? You mean Diva?"

"Yes. Can you?"

"Bo-can. What's up, huh? Where's tumben?" Rania is confused, she thought that Reyhan did not come to the shop yesterday because he was offended by her remarks. But now, he had asked her for her Diva number instead.

"If you may, you send the contact to my WhatsApp now, yes! Thank you in advance!" said Reyhan, Rania had not had time to reply to his words, but Reyhan had turned off the connection. Because the old Rania was dumbstruck to digest Reyhan's words.

Rania was dumbstruck, what Reyhan had just heard was real. Didn't Reyhan himself say that he already has a fiance and is not interested in Diva at all.

What's this, what's Reyhan? Did you think carefully about what I said yesterday? Thank goodness then. But what about your fiancee? Do you have a real fiancee? Or is it just your wits so I don't want to talk about the Diva in front of you anymore? I don't know, I don't know.