CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Suddenly Long

"This is the story, sir." Retno who still hugs her daughter's body reveals a story to a man who has helped her.

Moments ago Retno was frightened when Arum's men almost took her but luckily Erich came and foiled all.

The young man comes at the right time where Retno really expects help from others. Maybe it was fate when Erich somehow came from which direction, with Agung then moved quickly to paralyze some men who tried to take Retno away.

Luckily, Princess Retno is still safe in her home. And now in order to protect Retno and her daughter, Erich brings the middle-aged woman to his residence. At least Retno and her daughter will be safer if they stay with her.

Erich looked far ahead while digesting Retno's long speech about Isabel's family, where her sister worked.

So it's true that all my suspicions are with Isabel, if she's not from a mediocre family.

"Would Miss Retno be able to estimate where the girl lives right now?"

Retno thought for a moment. Honestly, he did not know much about the Praja family, especially his brothers or colleagues.

"Come, sir. I don't know much about my brother's family either. It's just that Ratih once told me that the parents of the late mistress Laura, lived in the capital and could be they live there now. It's just, maybe Ratih deliberately cut off contact so that his existence is difficult to trace."

Erich confirmed Retno's speech. If with others they can do recklessly what else with the closest people who are still in the same scope of residence. Erich shuddered, either by just imagining it just made the man horrified.

The man now remembered the substitute girl Retno. Isabel, yes Isabel.

How are you girls?

Erich smiled faintly at first. The man was imagining something. He really misses the sweet girl's coffee. But now the girl had gone far out of nowhere. Without leaving anything.

"Then what about our lives in the future, sir?" Retno didn't know what to do. The princess is still in the room. He was still scared when he had to go back to his house.

"Until the situation is safe, Ms. Retno can stay here. In the back area of the building there was an empty pavilion that Mom used for the residence."

"Thank you very much, sir. Thanks." Retno looked at Erich. The young man had already become his life-saver.

"While Miss Retno does not have to work in the office first. I'm sure if they still continue to look for the whereabouts of the mother at this time. As for the work problem, aunty does not need to worry, there will be someone who will replace Bu Retno to clean my room. Instead, Miss Retno can help waiters to cook and clean the house. Salary, no need to worry. I'll pay her the same salary as when mom works at the company."

Erich's words made Retno speechless. The middle-aged woman's eyes were glazed over. He also kissed the face of the princess who had been soaked by tears. The mother and son are now surrounded by a sense of happiness no matter what. Where the heavy problem he struck on the shoulder, now seemed to be separated along with an Erich who came suddenly like an angel.

"For whatever reason, thank you very much sir."

The girl's body stiffened with propped lips. He still could not believe if the sentence came out of the lips of the handsome man he had just seen this time. Just like the mother, the gafis were speechless other than happy cries that added to the atmosphere.

Aw, Isabel. I don't know why I remember you. Where are you now? Are you okay now?

Erich breathed deeply. Among the happiness that Retno and the princess felt, anxiety was now felt by Erich. Remembering about Isabel seemed to open up the deepest space of her heart. Where he once felt comfortable when the girl was with him. Sitting at a distance close enough, chatting while enjoying the afternoon from the glass wall of his study, of course with a cup of coffee that until this moment Erich can still feel what kind of pleasure.

Huhhhhh...

Do you feel the same way about me, Isabela?

💗💗💗💗💗

Meanwhile in a different place.

Pranks

The sound of objects being destroyed forcefully filled the night atmosphere at the Praja residence was expected since an hour ago. The guards or servants could only shake their heads as they passed by the scene.

The three men of Arum's messenger were trembling. His gaze bowed deeply with hands interlocked. The failure of the mission to be able to bring Retno to him, makes the woman angry. In the living room, there's not one thing that survived the rampage. He doesn't care as much as what he destroys. For him, he only felt satisfied when his anger could be channeled.

After being satisfied with beating the three men, Arum switched to smashing expensive furniture arranged nicely in the living room with his hands.

His breathing is irregular. He was exhausted after venting all the anger that had possessed the soul.

"Go ye. Get out of front of me. You are useless!" The voice is shrill. Almost deafened the eardrum. The three men were caught. Strike each other out of the main door first.

Arum's body is shed. He knelt down with both hands clutching his jet-black hair. Unexpectedly, the woman cried softly until a moment turned into a miserable roar.

The servants who heard did not dare to approach. They just go away, choosing to be free from the tantrums.

Arum is still crying. Clear droplets from the sidut of the eye are now caving the river. Destroying the makeup that he had polished with difficulty. Arum looks pathetic. Ruffled hair and a messy face. He doesn't care. She continued to cry and endlessly ruffled her own hair. Not infrequently coarse curses came out of his lips. Although faint, but still able to be heard clearly.

"Yes god. What's madam's depression?" The servant who was passing by accidentally stopped his steps.

"Maybe it's karma from what he's done in the past." The waiter left. He knew what sins his master had committed. Let everything be a life lesson. Where it's not always what we want, we have to get. All have been predestined and predestined in the form of a destiny. Nothing can change, no matter how human nature. And now, Arum seemed to be reaping the thorns that he had sown himself in his path. One wrong step, he can be stabbed and injured. The law of the harvest still applies. Because later what you sow, it must be the one that you will reap later.