Charm Duda Ganteng But Jutek

Chapter 153

"I told you, I don't want to see anyone!"

"But sorry Mr.Frans, he insisted on meeting you!", said the officer. In a fit of annoyance, Frans finally breaks out of his cell separated from the other prisoners. Whyyy??? Of course, anticipate if he could hurt other prisoners. Because in the eyes of everyone, Frans is now really like a man who is not sane.

If some time ago he was handsome like Legolas in the movie The Lord of the Ring, not now. Maybe even look like Captain Jack Sparow 🙈. The lha? Even old fil stories!!!

Frans met someone who had been sitting on the living bench in the jail.

"Who?", asked Frans as he sat himself on the bench facing the guest.

"I'm Laura!", she replied in English as well. Because Laura's face is bule as well, the same as Frans.

"I don't know you, so you'd better go!", Frans got up from his stool but Laura held him back.

"I'm your sister's ex-lover!", Laura said as she stood up. Frans turned to face the guest who met him.

"I don't care!", said Frans with his flat face.

"But I care. Pardon me! Maybe I'm late!" said Laura. Frans was still flinching in his standing position. Laura turned around the table and stood in front of her.

"Sit down, we can talk for a minute!"

"I don't know you, so there's nothing we need to talk about!", Frans said forcefully.

"But I'm the one who wants to talk, about us!" said Laura. Frans stared intently at the beautiful brunette.

"Sit down!", said Laura. Want to not want Frans also obey sitting on his stool back.

"Quick, say what you want to say!"

"I want you to come back like you used to, not like this!" said Laura. Frans knitted his two eyebrows. Then he smiled cynically.

"As before? You don't know anything about me because we don't know each other!"

"Maybe you forgot I used to be a friend in high school. Your class sister!", said Laura. Frans squinted his eyes, then shook his head.

"I still don't remember you!"

"Yes, because you're too cold. I liked you a long time ago, but I found it hard for you until your brother was with me."

Frans looked at Laura expressionlessly.

"Unfortunately, I should know myself when you prefer Jassy. Maybe it's true, your sister's a playboy. But I also didn't expect that he would betray me and you Frans!"

"Don't bother, tell me what you want? I'm sick of remembering those two traitors!", said Frans starting to get emotional.

"But we are also Frans' traitors!", Laura said.

"What do you mean?"

"We spent some time together accidentally, maybe you don't remember. From that accident, there was a small figure among us!", Laura said as she raised her glasses.

"What do you mean?"

"Earlier than we knew they were betrayed, we betrayed them by mistake."

"I don't understand what you're saying!"

"The accident, made me pregnant and gave birth to your child. And now, your son is grown. He's in front."

"Ciiih...drama what is this?!"

"It's up to you to say it's a drama. Maybe you're wondering, why did we suddenly arrive when you were in the position you are in?"

Frans remained silent.

"Initially, I just wanted to take care of my own child. But my son also wants to know what his father is like. I don't need a confession. Because in our country, this is common!"

Frans squeezed both hands until they turned white.

"What do you want? And how can I have a daughter from a woman I don't recognize at all. I'm not a freesex. I'm not my sister!", point Frans in front of Laura's face. But Laura dropped her index finger.

"I'm sure you'll say that. But believe me, your son is exactly like you!"

Laura showed me a photo of an eleven-year-old boy from her cell phone. The photo was exactly the same as Frans, nothing was thrown away including his minus glasses.

"It's eleven years old. I. I. named him Nicholas."

"What's your purpose here?", asked Frans.

"I want my son's father to be able to sportively accept punishment for the wrongs he committed. Don't act stupid by trying to kill yourself!"

Frans looked hard at Laura.

"You don't know what it's like to be betrayed by someone you love so many times!"

"Yes, I don't know. But I'm not stupid either!", said Laura.

"You want to say I'm stupid?", Frans looked at her emotionally.

"Yes. You are a fool Frans. If the Indonesian girl no longer loves you, why do you chase after her? Not the taste you get, but just like now. Do you understand that you are stupid like this? Especially to end your life!"

Frans no longer. He held his own hand.

"When in court, be sporty. I'll be your lawyer. And after the verdict here, I'm going to lobby so you can be transferred to our country. Not for what, but for Nicholas' sake!", Laura said as she stood up.

Frans remained silent in his place until he did not know that Laura was not with him.

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"Hows it? When did your parents propose to my daughter?", repeated Papi.

"God willingly I will say this first with my Mother."

"Alright, I wait for the good news!", Rahadi stood up while patting Alby on the shoulder. After that, he left Alby. After Rahadi died, Azmi approached her boss.

"Where is the boss?", asked Azmi who was directly sitting in front of him.

"Bapi nantangin me when to propose to Amara."

"Alhamdulillah!", said Azmi stroking his chest.

"But what? You still have doubts?", asked Azmi.

"Ga knows Mi!" said Alby, rising from his stool. Azmi follows where Alby is walking.

Without saying anything, the two headed straight to the car in the front parking lot. Azmi takes over the wheel then darted towards the office again because the day was already quite noon. They have not yet built four rakaatnya.

Arriving at the office, it turns out the idol was already there.

"Neng?", greet Alby as Amara approaches Alby and the newly arrived Azmi.

"Where are you?" asked Amara. Azmi begs permission to return to her room first.

"There was a meeting at the Xxx restaurant!", replied Alby quietly. The two lovebirds were the attention of the people there. Not only because the visuals are perfect, but Alby's gentle treatment on Amara.

The two of them took the elevator to the floor of Alby's room.

"You wait in the room first yes neng, Aa want to pray dhuhur."

Amara nodded.

"Have you prayed Dhuhur?", asked Alby.

"Before we got here." Alby nodded as well.

The elevator door opened, Alby came out to the left and Amara went to the right to Alby's room.

There were some female staff who passed Amara and gave a smile. They were whispering quite audible to Amara. But Amara was just listening. The truth is like that.

'Gatel really no girl, chasing after boss Mulu!'

'Ga in vain ya his efforts all this time until dapetin boss handsome'

'You ain't both ceo where you want Mr. Alby with him, pretty standard really. Same with his first ex-wife and his late wife. Maybe luck' factor'

'almost Mr. Alby just kasian the same he who is not tired of chasing him from his old days is still a member'

And there was still a lot of spicy talk that he had to hear. Even though Amara tried to ignore him, but still his brain was thinking.

He passed through Azmi's room. That guy was busy with some files on his desk. Maybe the meeting.

Amara came in and sat on the sofa. About five minutes passed after Amara sat down, Alby had already reached her room.

The two throw smiles at each other. Alby sat down next to his girlfriend.

"You didn't say you were coming here?" asked Alby.

"Huum, I'm out of the meeting not far from here. So stop by!", replied Amara. Alby put his arm around Amara's shoulder.

"Darling!"

"Heum?", Amara turned to Alby.

"So I met papi at the restaurant."

"Oh yeah?", asked Amara enthusiastically.

"Yes, I asked you when I proposed to you!", replied Alby. The two face each other.

"Then, what do you say?", asked Amara without turning her face away from Alby's face.

"Yes, I said I don't know yet. I also have to discuss Mak first!", replied Alby. Her fingers rub Amara temple which is partially covered with a hijab typical of office women.

"Yes!", Amara drowned her head in Alby's chest. There was an indescribable sense of comfort as he could clutch the handsome man's body.

"A!"

"Hum?"

"Is it true, Aa wants to accept me because of the same situation I've been chasing you all along?", asked Amara. Because of the words of the woman Alby, the girl came to mind. Alby loosened his arms and looked at his girlfriend.

"Why are you suddenly asking like that?"

"I just want to know A, is that why you are!" said Amara. Alby put his index finger on Amara's lips.

"You are the only woman who has opened my heart to Amara. Maybe if there wasn't you, I'd be in a situation just like that. Why should you now care what people say, if in reality you are the winner!"

Amara lowered Alby's finger from her lips.

"Isn't it because I'm itching to always chase you? Shameless about expressing my feelings? Or the same as me? Especially because of the incident in the apartment at that time?", asked Amara again.

Alby breathed. Then he brought his face closer to Amara's face. He fused his forehead with Amara's forehead. Amara closed her eyes.

"I love you Amara, not because of everything you said. But because of your heart!", said Alby whispering right in front of her lover's lips. Amara opened her eyes. Not yet fully open eyes, Alby already skippppppp.

The activity lasted quite a long time. If it wasn't alby who stopped him, it might have gone on to something else.

"Later in the evening I went to A's house!", said Amara.

"Shall I pick you up?", asked Alby. Amara shakes.

"Do not!", replied Amara briefly. He also wants to get closer to his future children, he continued and also his future mother-in-law.

"Aa wait!" said Alby. Amara nodded slowly.

"Did I look like I had no self-esteem, always visited you in the office?", asked Amara.

"Why would a future wife want to see her future husband?" asked Alby. Unfortunately, he put on a flat face. Amara's nose kembis kempis hear the words of her lover who seemed relaxed saying that.

"Udah ah, I'm home!", said Amara standing up. Alby stood up. He hugged his lover's body and then kissed the top of Amara's head.

"Be careful, I'm sorry I can't help!"

"Well, we'll see you tonight!" said Amara.

"I went back to the office again with A!", Amara grabbed the back of Alby's hand to kiss.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Assalamualaikum!", said Amara.

"Hawalaikumsalam!", replied Alby. Alby resumed his work after Amara left his room.

Amara herself tried to ignore the talk of Alby employees along the hallway to the main elevator. True said Alby, better cover your ears do not need to hear what they say. What matters is that she and Alby love each other.