A Wedding That's Too Complicated

How can you do this

Only because of the incident at this hotel, Komalasari suffered from insomnia after returning home from work.

What comes to mind everyone sees the scene that is happening in this hotel. I couldn't sleep well all night, I was so powerless when I woke up early.

After the Komalasari washed and changed his clothes, and then he went downstairs, the father of Komala was already sitting on the chair for breakfast.

The father of Komala noticed that Komalasari came without lifting his eyelids. He turned the newspaper around, "I remember correctly, You and Udin have been dating for six years.

When are you getting married?".

Father .... I am not a commodity !

Komalasari, knowing what her father was thinking, coldly said "I really like Udin, and when the time comes, we will naturally get married".

Komalasari, you can't make your own decisions on this matter!" komala's father raised his head sharply, and shouted with an angry face, "Today, you ate mine and drank mine, do you think it was not in vain?"

Komalasari pressed her lips tightly

The father of Komala continued, "The marriage between kmu and Udin must be carried out no later than the end of the year, otherwise you will bear the cost of your mother's treatment!."

"Dad?" To his surprise Komalasari did not believe that the person she had been with was her real father. "How can you do this, Dad? that's your wife."

"Ex-wife!" komalasari's father coldly echoed Komalasari's words, "I've given the same house and money as I should have"

Komala sari clenched her fists hard, her nails sank deep into her palms, and she did not seem to feel any severe pain.

Now that he had actually said such absurd things, it was simply too terrifying!

Komala sari lost her appetite so, she did not want to see her ugly face, she immediately woke up and then left.

The cost of the mother's surgery is not small, plus treatment and follow-up care require a minimum of 3 million. But the father actually threatened him, not to marry Udin Jonson, he would not finance his mother's treatment.

He still could not determine if Udin Jonson was really a man he could rely on for the rest of his life.

Dikantor, Komala Sari is holding her head with one hand, her head is throbbing and also her heart is falling apart.

On the other hand, Komala sari has to do a report. Right now, an entertaining order appears on the desktop, and her red title at a glance lets people know that it is the CEO of the CNB company, the, George Smith's.

He knocked involuntarily, and muttered, "The executive president of the CNB Ten Billion company is the only son of the family of the civil aviation captain Smith, he slipped in Room 1886 at Hotel Gejing ..."

"The identity of the perpetrator of George Smith's derailment must be verified."

A photograph of a young man in a civilian flight crew uniform, staring at the camera with a smile, and his eyes shining with a stinging light that can make people fear his disdain.

Komala sari. " Room 1886 at the Getty Hotel? Yesterday day after tomorrow? isn't it night ...

All of these things are connected to the events of that night, Komala Sari also took a breath. In thought.