A BETRAYAL!

Chapter 32

Wildan continued to hold Mora's hand tightly during the trip, he did not even have the intention to let go even for a moment.

Mora could only shake his head to see how Wildan's attitude had been so cold and flat out there, even with his patients he was so.

"Day" called Mora in a very soft voice.

Wildan immediately widened his eyes when the Wife called another man while with her.

"Yes Madam" Hari replied with a hint of hesitation due to the sharp gaze of her young master

"Can we stop by the cake shop at the turn before Dad's elite housing?" mora asked casually even she ignored the dislike gaze of her husband.

"Do whatever my wife asks you to do, Hari" Wildan asserted with his murderous gaze.

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"Oh my God, I didn't even look at the Madam the young master was already jealous of this" Inner Day grimaced.

Wildan just looked at Mora with a sharp gaze, he even immediately closed the barrier between the back seat and the front seat.

As for Mora, he only returned Wildan's gaze with a shady smile, beautiful eyes let alone rapping.

"Don't call another man in front of me, baby. I'm jealous" whined Wildan with a sour face.

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To Mora's surprise, he did not expect that Wildan also liked whining and spoiled.

"Sweet as hell" Mora said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry, next time I'll ask you everything" Mora said softly.

"That's better" Wildan replied quickly.

"Ehemm, Mas" dehem Mora chuckled.

Wildan raised his eyebrows next to the sign he was confused by Mora's attitude which was even laughing a little.

"Where did he go, Doctor Wildan, who was known for his cold flat face like a two-door refrigerator?" chirp Mora withholding her laughter.

Wildan immediately looked at Mora with his puzzled gaze, he even to the point of scratching his nape clumsily.

"I don't know, I don't know why I feel so comfortable even wanting to always be spoiled for you, baby. In the past, I always acted spoiled and whined at Alm.Mother only" Wildan replied with a soft smile.

Mora immediately removed the smile on his face, he then looked at Wildan with a guilty look.

"I'm sorry" Mora said softly.

Wildan hugged Mora tightly, he even drowned his face in the recesses of Mora's neck.

"May I always spoil like this" Wildan lamented by tightening his arms.

"Whenever you want, you may Mas" Mora replied gently. Mora even gently stroked Wildan's back.

Wildan just nodded his head and he still hugged Mora tightly.

Until the car stopped in the yard of a very large cake shop.

"Sorry sir, what would you buy let it go down" asked Hari politely.

"Buy brownies, milk cheese, and sponge surabaya" replied Wildan.

"Okay sir" said Hari.

Then Hari went down and entered the store, he bought all his Master's orders with a portion of 3 boxes each.

While in the car, Wildan continues to tease Mora with a small smile on his lips.

"Thank you for returning my love, I will always make you happy, smiling and protected" Wildan said sincerely.

"If someday something wants to separate us, we should not immediately respond with emotion for a moment. We talk about acting" Mora responded by looking at Wildan's bead with a very beautiful radiance.

Wildan nodded his head and he grabbed back Mora's body gently.

He has guided every scent of the body and of course with every part of the body in Mora.

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While in the mansion itself, Mistress Hesti had been busy since then with a fuss in the kitchen.

Even Mrs Hesti makes all her family's favorite meals and Wildan's.

For her dessert, Mistress Nesti makes pudding and also Mora's favorite fruit salad.

He got any information about Mora from the orphanage's mother.

"Ma" called Mr. Darma who walked up to her into the kitchen.

"Iyaa Mas" replied Mistress Hesti stopping the movement of her hand that was arranging the cooking on the dining table.

"What meda? Very busy" seduced Mr. Darma by sitting on one of the dining table chairs.

"I cooked all this just specially for all of us, you, me, Wildan and our Princess, Mora" said Mistress Nesti with a glowing face.

Then he looked towards the wall where the clock had indicated the time magrib would arrive soon.

"Why?" ask Mr. Darma.

"It will be night but they have not come yet, it must have been 5 o'clock had also come" replied Mistress Nesti restless.

"They'll be there soon, Ma" said Mr. Darma to appease the Wife.

"We better get ready before they come" asked Mr. Darma.

Mistress Hesti nodded her head, then the two of them walked towards her room to prepare.

Mr. Darma told one of his Art to wait for their Princess and tell her right away if they had arrived.

Until shortly after the departure of Mr and Mrs Widiatma, Mora and Wildan arrived there.

The Art immediately told his Master, he also told the other servants to welcome the young Miss.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma" Mora said with a slight shout.

"Waalaikumsalam, dear" replied Mistress Hesti who had just come down from the top floor.

Mistress Nesti then hugged Mora fondly, she even dyed every inch on her Princess face.

"Why is it so late?" ask Mr. Darma when they're at the dinner table

"Sorry Dad, we bought a cake and stopped for a while in the front mosque" replied Wildan politely.

Mr. Darma nodded his head and told them to start their dinner.

Mora had already told the waiter to hand out the cake he had brought to the other servants and guards.

"Are you guys gonna stay over?" ask Mrs Hesti

"Yes Ma, tomorrow morning we will go home to our own mansion" Mora replied gently.

Mistress Hesti nodded her head, in fact she was heavily parting back with her Princess but she also could not prevent her.

"When did Mom and Dad fly to Country A?" ask Wildan.

"Tomorrow morning too, because there the work has piled up and Dad does not have the heart of his father Roy if it is too long here" replied Mr. Darma.

"Sometimes Mora and I will be there" Wildan smiled.

"Yes it has to be" replied Mistress Nesti chuckling.

Mora and Wildan nodded their heads and they refocused on their food.

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