Conqueror of the Casanova

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Diandra, who is busy with her work, continues to be disturbed by the phone that has since rang.

He was not at all familiar with the ringing of the phone, until he just ignored it.

However, for a long time Diandra felt disturbed because of such a noisy voice.

"Ck, whose phone is it, how does it sound so fast?" gerutu Diandra, was not yet aware that the sound was coming from his own bag.

Diandra also tried to listen to the ringing sound of the phone that sounded. The woman's forehead seemed wrinkled to hear her voice as if it was nearby.

"Tok from my bag?" diandra said as she began to look at the contents inside her bag.

Diandra also found a black phone with a model similar to his, only when looked closer, it was not his. The phone that has been ringing since now has even been disconnected again.

"Whose phone is this?" diandra asked, staring at the confused phone that was in her hand.

His eyes widened as he could find the answer to his own question.

"This must be Gio's phone. He was wrong because he was in a hurry. Ck." Diandra clucked in annoyance as soon as she remembered all that.

Thinking of his frustration, the phone in Diandra's hand rang again.

"Snickle girl? Who's she?" diandra said again, reading the name id on her phone screen.

Diandra seemed hesitant to pick up the phone, she just looked at the screen of Gio's cell phone that continued to display the name of the crybaby Girl.

"This is at least one of the girls of the collection," guess Diandra again put Gio's cell phone on the table.

The woman who is the owner of the hotel, prefers to return to do all her work, she drowned again with the file and computer screen in front of her, regardless of Gio's phone.

The time had already shown the lunch hour, when Diandra had just finished all her work. He leaned his back while stretching the muscles that felt stiff, because he sat too long and lowered his head.

"Lunch yuk," take the new Romi out of his room.

"Where?" diandra asked, while re-establishing her body.

"At the canteen, my wife was in front" replied Romi.

He had an appointment with his wife for lunch.

"Ah, no, thank you. I don't want to be your mosquito. Mending me to eat alone, rather than seeing the two of you," refused Diandra.

"Hahaha, who wants to make you a mosquito?" romi said while laughing.

"Well, mending there you quickly go outside, your wife will wait a long time," said Diandra.

"Don't you really want to follow?" ask Romi again.

"Yes, it's gone." Diandra flicked one of her hands to let Romi leave immediately.

A few moments later, Diandra now also looks out of the hotel. He chose to find a place to eat outside, rather than in his own hotel.

Some time walking down the beach, suddenly his body was hit by someone who was carrying quite a lot of groceries in his hands.

"Akh, sorry-sorry!" said the woman, while taking the groceries that were released from her hands.

Diandra helped, he took the woman's groceries

"It's okay. You okay?" diandra asked, holding out a few plastic bags, to the woman in front of her.

"I'm okay. Thank you, yes" said the woman.

"Yes, you're welcome." Diandra smiled faintly, then was about to move on to continue her steps.

"Yes, can I help you again?" diandra asked, refocusing her attention on the young lady in front of her.

"I just came back to this monitor. I'm lost, can you take me to the hotel?" ask the young woman.

"Missed?" ask Diandra to make sure. He looked at the appearance of the woman in front of him closely.

He is not from an ordinary family. Her clothes alone were all almost branded overseas, inner Diandra.

The woman nodded immediately. "I'm with my mom, she's there."

The woman seemed to point at one of the middle-aged women with a rather prominent style.

Yes, not because of menor dandannan, or excessive tang clothes. The look of the two of them to ordinary people may look ordinary.

However, it was all different for Diandra who knew enough about those exorbitant valuables. He can make sure that all the clothes worn by the mother and child pair are not ordinary clothes.

"No one to contact?" ask Diandra. He is also quite afraid if there will be misunderstanding.

"There's my brother who lives here. But, until now he did not pick up the phone," replied the woman.

Diandra nodded his head bowls faintly, hearing the explanation from the young lady in front of him. They finally walked together, towards the middle-aged woman who was the mother of the unknown woman.

"Here, let me help you" said Diandra, taking a plastic bag in her hand.

"If you may know, what hotel are you staying at?" ask Diandra again.

"Eum, actually we don't stay at the hotel. I'm with Mama at my sister's house. But, we made a deal at the hotel."

"Gita, who is this?" The woman's words were cut short by the question of the middle-aged woman.

"Here, I accidentally bumped, Mah. Oh yeah, we haven't met yet? I'm Gita, and this is my Mama" said Gita, introducing herself, as she stretched out her hand in front of Diandra.

Diandra smiled as she welcomed Gita's hand. "I'm Diandra, just call me Dian."

"Well, that's pretty, just like the guy. I'm Hana, Gita's mother," said Hana, introducing herself.

"Thank you, Auntie. Aunt and Gita are beautiful too." Diandra kissed Hana's hand, she re-enforced her body with a thin smile that was always engraved on her lips.

"Well, Sister Dian, can take us to the hotel" said Gita.

"Ohya? Good, we are tired of being stranded here, safe cash we also need to run out again," complained Hana.

Diandra smiled, hearing the complaints from the middle-aged woman in front of him.

"it's lunch time. How about we eat before I take you to the hotel, all rest first," said Diandra offer.

Actually his stomach has been asking to be filled since, considering he only drank oat meal ready for breakfast this morning.

"Can deh. We are hungry too" replied Gita directly.

Diandra smiled, and she finally took Hana and Gita to a nearby restaurant.

"here, Aunt. Let me help you," said Diandra while taking a few more plastic bags from Hana's hand.

"Well, thank you, yeah. I'm sorry, we're getting you," said Hana, feeling bad.

"It's okay, Auntie. I'm happy to be able to help, Auntie and Gita" Diandra replied.

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Well, what if until Hana and Gita find out that Diandra is Gio's wife? Komen👍

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