Culun's Son-in-law's Secret

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 59

Secrets of Culun's Son-in-law Chapter 59

Happy laughter continues to echo, when Citra sees how beautiful the place she visited along with Angga.

"Female, this is so beautiful, how do you know if there is such an amazing place…!" said Citra staring at the expanse of colorful flowers that are currently blooming. In fact, the gushing scent of the flower greatly calms the mind.

Not to mention the small river that is very clear in the middle of the expanse of colorful flowers, adding to the place is so very amazing.

While stretching out both hands, then Citra closed her eyes slowly, then gently inhaled the air around it. Not to mention the gurgling sound of flowing water made Citra's heart feel an incredible calm.

"Huf…!" The image inhaled the air in that place repeatedly.

While Angga who saw it, then he approached Citra, then hugged her from behind.

"If you like this place, we can come to visit every day" whispered Angga right in Citra's ear.

The image opens the eyes, then rests the head on the chest of the Angga field.

"I really like this place. But if every day we visit, your mother is not angry" Citra said.

Angga smiled, then invited Citra to sit on the gazebo in the middle of the colorful flower beds.

"Alright," said Citra with a sweet smile, even Angga who saw the smile Citra, making the heart of Angga increasingly melted.

While holding the hand of Citra so gently, then Angga painstakingly lead Citra to the gazebo.

Arriving at the gazebo, Angga also invited Citra to talk casually. Until the next minute, Angga began to think, this is the time he expressed feelings that he had long craved for Citra.

While smiling thinly, then Angga grabbed Citra's fingers, then stroked it gently enough.

The image that felt something strange shown by Angga to him, he began to show signs, that now he was starting to feel uncomfortable.

Angga smiled, aware of the change in attitude shown by Citra. Then gently put the fingers of the image on the chest of his field.

"Do you feel my heartbeat beating so hard?" ask Angga.

The image fell silent, then lowered.

Although it cannot be denied, that Citra is indeed very, very feel the heartbeat of Angga, because Angga put the fingers of Citra right on his chest.

"Come on Cit, answer my question," urged Angga.

Without saying a word, Citra nodded. And it is able to make Angga cheer with joy in the heart. Perhaps, at this time Goddess Fortuna was siding with him.

Angga shifted his sitting position, then leaned his head on Citra's shoulder. It seemed that he was impatient to express his feelings to the idol, who since the first meeting always made his heart dag dig dug.

Angga looked at the bead of Citra's eyes deeply, because since what he did there was no rejection, now Angga was getting bolder. Slowly Angga lay on Citra's lap, then grasped Citra's hand and occasionally he stroked it.

"Picture…!"

"Gum." Citra answered briefly, because since then what was done by Angga he could not refuse. Especially at this time, Angga calmly made his thigh as a tool to lean his head.

Thus, Citra also felt a heartbeat that is increasingly beating is not because of.

Gub.gub.

"Picture…!" Once again Angga called the name of the idol of the heart.

"Yes..What's up, brother?"

"Do you remember the beginning of our first meeting?"

Imagery reviews smiles.

"Yes, remember brother. Where might I forget," replied Citra.

"Then, do you know, since then I've put my heart on you. But, I feel a little disappointed because it turns out that you still have the status of wife of Rifki Ansori Bagaskara," Angga took a deep breath, then he sat down and turned to face Citra.

While Citra, he just looked down waiting for the next sentence to be delivered by Angga.

While holding the hand of Citra tightly, then Angga again expressed his heart.

"But now that I'm relieved, because you've been freed from it," again Angga took a deep breath, trying to neutralize the nervousness that was growing in the depths of the heart. Then, the next minute Angga stared at the Citra's bead eyes.

"Are you willing, if I take Rifki's place, and I promise I will love you completely."

The image that had been lowered, immediately raised its head, then looked at the bead of Angga's eyes. It is clear that the man in front of him was very, very serious.

"Huf…!" The image exhaled quite roughly, then he took off his hand from Angga.

"I do not deserve you Angga, I am a widow. And there are still many women out there who are more suitable for you to make a girlfriend, or your life partner, I'm sure, right now they are waiting in line to be made a girlfriend by you. Because, you are the dream man of every woman," said Citra felt a very tightness.

In fact, he felt the same way as Angga. However, due to her status as a widow, Citra finally chose to step down. Moreover, Citra had seen, there was a woman who was quite close to Angga. What Citra knew later, the woman was named Dila.

"But Citra, what's wrong if you're a widow, I love you more than anything, even I'm willing to leave everything I have, if my mother will not approve our relationship" said Angga.

The image was aghast, when he heard Angga's speech just now.

"Is so much love for me? to the extent that he was willing to leave his parents for my sake, "inner Citra. Then he lowered his head, still confused as to what to answer.

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The House of Angga

Right now, Rosa Hafiq was frenzied in her room, she was thinking about how she could bring her Son Angga to Dila later tonight.

Because Rosa Hafiq has promised Dila that later tonight she will inaugurate Angga's engagement with Dila.

"Oh...how is this? why since then Angga did not pick up the phone from me," he said while massaging his head which suddenly felt throbbing.

I don't know what he has to do now, so he knows where Angga is.

"Oh...Angga? you are where the hell son, this time do not make your mother embarrassed again dong dear," he said while pulling his own hair. Because right now, Rosa Hafiq is really quite frustrated.

But when Rosa Hafiq was confused, suddenly inside her head was dazed by one name. Anton, his son's secretary and best friend.

"Why has it not been thought of by me since then" said Rosa Hafiq. He hurriedly walked to Nakas, then grabbed his phone, then dialed Anton's phone number.