TELL LAURA I LOVE HER
BROTHER ARIANO

“We will start tomorrow yes,” Ariano explained that his workers will start working tomorrow.

“How many people Sir?” ask Sukma. Because he will tell the picket cook to add a portion of the cuisine of a number of people who work.

“Eight,” Ariano wants this project to be completed quickly so as not to long disturb baby and toddler residents of the orphanage. Usually for small orders like this he only dropped four or five workers.

“My task is done, I beg your permission to exit,” Sukma who feels he has finished his task immediately parted first.

“Can I have your personal mobile number?” Ariano attacked Laura. There's no ME anymore. He used ME.

“For what Sir? What can not be with the number of parlors,” as usual Laura is not carelessly giving her personal number. Laura has three cell phones. One parlour number, Stahrul, Nazwa, August and Ilyas as well as all the parlour clerks knew his number. One boutique number for all its boutique affairs including consumers. And one private number. Only his family knows. No outsider knows this number.

“Am I so old that you call me PAK?” Ariano did not answer Laura's question, instead protesting the call Laura gave her.

“I call everything related to the parlors by that designation,” Laura replied truthfully.

“Our days are not too far apart. So change your call. I want us to be in personal contact outside of work. For that I ask your number to easily communicate personally. Not with your employees.” Ariano clearly explained what he wanted. He was able to intimidate Laura. And the girl was withered with the charm of Ariano's firmness.

“I should call you what?” ask Laura. He did not want to argue with the handsome man in front of him.

“Abang!”

“Well, I will call as you wish,” Laura also agree to Ariano's request.

“Where is your number?” Ariano asked again with pressure.

“0811 ...,” Laura calls her mobile number which is for relationship related to parlors. This number is not for everyone. Usually for public affairs enough with the number of orphanages held by orphanage employees alternately depending on who is the picket.

Not to be lied to, Ariano immediately called a number called by Laura.  “Yes, I save the number Brother,” Laura responds to the call by saving the number Ariano.

After getting the number directly held by Laura, Ariano please leave because there are still two consumers that he must meet.

Laura drove Ariano forward. Then he immediately went to the children's room. “Tell all yes, work will start tomorrow morning,” in the first room he entered Laura met with Karni.

“Iya Mom, Sukma just told me,” replied Karni.

“Siip. Means Sukma has also told about additional portions for workers tomorrow ‘kan?” Laura doesn't want them to forget this.

“It seems like it's been since yesterday Mom. We added ten portions. Because we think the portion of the hard-working meal is certainly greater than normal people,” Karni explained the workers' decisions.

“Berangeeet,” Laura was moved to another room. He greeted one by one his foster children. She was also warmly held. None of them are missed. That's what he advises all his employees. He asked them to work with their hearts.

“I'm serious,” Ilyas says softly. After eating, he sent Namira a message to talk while the children were asleep. They are talking in the living room. Not in the middle room. Intentionally so that bik Iyah does not listen too much.

“What is Aden?” ask Namira. He really can't believe Ilyas asked him to be his life partner.

“I want us seriously fiancee. Don't pretend you don't understand!”

“We can't get engaged. I am a mother of two. We don't know each other, let alone love each other. If we break up later, of course I have to get out of this house. I haven't been getting ready. But if it's because of this refusal Aden expels me. I am ready and will accept it. Tomorrow I will find a contract,” Namira still reject Ilyas. He did not want to burden this kind-hearted man.

“Wait .. I spelled out all your words,” Ilyas growled at Namira's reply.

“One, you said impossible because you're a mother of two. Both of you said we didn't know each other. Third, we don't love each other. And the fourth you say that if you break up,” Ilyas try to be patient.

“Listen to me NAMIRA SABILLA bint GALIH KESUMA, from the beginning I knew you were not a girl. At that time even the age of Inspiration had not even forty days. Do I not know that? I don't care about your status!”

‘Where does he know my full name as well as father's name?’ Namira could not believe Ilyas called his identity complete.

“You know me already four months. I know your daily life, your favorite and you also know my work, my daily life, my favorite, that's what you say we don't know each other?”

“Maybe our love does not exist, but it is impossible also can not grow if we open our hearts to each other. Unless you did close your heart because you still hope to return to Vishnu.”

“And lastly, I don't like it when I'm accused of being petty! From the beginning I brought you here never once thought would drive you out! Even if we're not fools, I won't kick you out. You can go whenever you want!” ilyas immediately left the living room. At first he used ME, but hearing Namira's sentence he directly used me.

‘Why is this so? I just don't want to owe you much. From the beginning I tried to suppress the love that I craved. I didn't dare water that feeling because I didn't want my love for her to flourish. I'm just a poor woman he helped!’ Namira sobbed in the room. He's still confused.

‘I was afraid Novia ma'am and bik Iyah thought I was thrusting myself at him. I don't want to be judged as not knowing. Should I start looking for a contract tomorrow? Looks like my savings are enough too if you have to contract and buy a used refrigerator. I had to find a contract near Nindi school so that Nindi could walk to school,’ Namira made up her resolve to be independent. He'll move tomorrow. He entered his room in a daze.

‘Pardon mom yes dear, we will get out of this comfort. We'll start standing alone,’ Namira sobbed caressing Ilham's head. As understood by the condition of the mother who was in a state of turmoil, Inspiration became fussy. He was crying incessantly. Being given ASI is still crying. Her clothes were not wet from the bedwetting. Namira's confused. His body temperature was not hot.

“Why you, baby? Don't torture a mother like this,” Namira carries Insham while talking to her son who continues to cry. Namira also cried because never Inspiration like this.

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