Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Fucking accursed men.
In the morning at Julian's house,
"Ma later I will go to Weni's boutique well, I want a wedding dress" said Shirleen, when they finished breakfast together.
Jason was spoiled with Misca, the girl told him everything about what he had been doing for the past few days.
"Papa, here's a whisky sister" said Misca, she has named herself a sister since the presence of Jacob's baby sister.
"Heemm what's going on, what's the whisper" Jason approached Misca, drawing his audience's senses closer to being ready to listen to Misca's whisper.
"Papa, may not Misca meet Dad, Misca is afraid to say to Mother, because said Mother Father again work so can not be disturbed" he whispered in Jason's ear.
"Yes, maybe Dad is working again" said Jason, he was honestly also lazy to meet Misca with Athar, he was too greedy because he had considered himself the only Papa for Misca.
"But Pa, Misca misses the Father" said Misca., her daughter looked down, Jason who saw it so unbearable, he remembered his poor life the affection of a father, he remembered, so he always promised in his heart that Misca would never lack the affection of a father like him.
"Hemm well, call Bi Ipah here, say Papa wants to talk" he said telling his little girl.
"Each Boss !!!" misca said loudly.
Before long Ipah came, he looked down again did not dare to look at the face of his young master, it was indeed inherent in him the principle "If called means there must be a problem" because during his work at the main house of the Adrian family, he often heard and saw anyone maids in the Adrian family home if it had been called by Young Master Jason would not end well.
"Pah" cried Jason.
"Yes Young Master"
"You take Misca to this address, her father has a store in front of this house, no need to enter their house, you just take Misca to his Father's Shop, you take her to his father's shop, I'll have the bodyguards look after you remotely, so don't mess around, don't take your guard off my son" Jason said, sending Athar's location through a green chat app, increasingly make the throat feel choked.
"Make sure Shirleen's father doesn't know that Shirleen is married to me, can you believe it?" obviously Jason.
"Bi biisa Tuan"
"And one more thing, don't tell Shirleen you're visiting Misca's father"
"Good Sir"
"Yes, you can come back"
"Asyiikkk to Daddy's house, thank you Papa" girled Misca.
"Girl, Mommy don't know yaaa, Papa's son can keep a secret right ?" said Jason.
"Can dong Pa" convinced Misca.
"Cup" Misca briefly peeked at her Papa's cheek. Today he was very happy, after so many months he finally got to meet his father.
"Daah Papa, Misca first school" said Misca.
"Eeh salimnya ?" prevent Jason.
"Ah yes forgot" Misca then greeted and kissed the back of her Papa's hand was "Assalamualaikum..."
"Waalaikum greetings, same Mother as Oma Opa also do not forget" said Jason.
"Yes Papa, by the way"
"Daah"
Jason then packed up to leave for the office, his clothes already provided by Shirleen on the bed, today he is going to the office early because he wants to do a little prank on Roy who has dared to marry secretly without his knowledge, fortunately he is Jason who has eyes and hands everywhere so that any information he can easily find out.
"It's so rude of Roy that last night he didn't answer my phone either" he murmured.
Indeed, last night he had several times called his assistant, but only last night also Roy ignored his call, usually in the early hours of the day he called Roy will still answer his call.
He guessed for sure the assistant and his men were wading through the heaven of the world so as not to heed the grill.
Fucking accursed men...
And he also knows, it must have been Shakira, because if only Roy could not have the narrow-eyed man could have been this stupid to him.
While in a luxury apartment in the center of Germany, a young man was arranging his belongings, a photo fell out of the order of his clothes, a photo of a woman wearing a high school uniform, her face adorable beauty, and her, from the photo alone he can guess that the woman in the photo may include badung children in school first.
Hairstyles in his day with colorful rainbow tubs on some strands, clothes that are taken out, sleeves rolled up, skirts above the knees, and woven bracelets on one of his wrists, the tomboy effect is clearly displayed.
His smile was really alluring, unconsciously Yudha showed her smile, how can the tomboy woman in the photo look girly at this time, really two different appearances.
"It turns out you've been pretty before" spoke to herself in a photo she found on the floor when Weni hit her with a time bag in Jason's toilet.
"Lo is different, so far I have not found people like you, who are so careless that how about I have to care about the same lo, which I have never said mode but it turns out you even ngangenin" murmured Yudha again.
"If for example I go home later, until I see you again, it means you are afraid for me" Yudha believes, he has moved on from Serong seems.
Yudha continued to organize her things, today she was so tired, sixteen hours in the air made her body need extra rest.
That happened last night at Roy's house at 20:33.
"My phone, Roy's phone already, well in silent without a flickering and vibration kek gini will definitely be safe, eh no, the cake must be hidden this source of trouble" Shakira muttered to herself when Roy was in the bathroom, he had dreamed of a long beautiful night tonight with his husband.
"Cell the house !!!"
Shakira ran to break Roy's doorbell cable, her genius brain could have guessed something.
He knew his boss Jason was going to call to derail their first night of romance, he had imagined Roy would be sent this and that to get out of the house, oh not so easy as Ferguso, he said, can't it can't be allowed to happen.
"What else does it matter ?" the monologue keeps watching for something.
He then disconnected the connection on Roy's phone but only for calls from Jason alone, so if Roy remembered his phone he still would not be able to receive calls from his young master.
"Beres.." Shakira is proud of her hard work.
"Where are you from ?" roy asked, as Shakira had just entered her room which had currently become their room.
"From the wind" Shakira lied.
"You saw my posel didn't ?" ask Roy again.
"No, I'll run out from the outside"
"Yes, yeah" too"
"Roooyyy" spoiled Shakira.
"Heemmm" said Roy.
Shakira blinked her eyes flirtatious, geez it turns out Shakira has not changed at all even though she has become a wife.
Seriate...
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