
"Roon!" the beautiful woman shouted while smiling at the man.
Ronald Reagan is the youngest son of a German conglomerate. Its very sweet appearance and athletic body shape make women crazy about it. It made Ronald become arrogant and as if he felt above the clouds. Praise for the compliments that the women made for him made the man have high self-confidence.
"Sister, are you home? The tumben? Not usually spit like this." asked Ronald, after a beautiful woman who was none other than his own biological brother was already nearby.
"Why indeed? You mind if I come home soon? Fuck up! I'm sure you'll want to linger with my daughter. Right?" the woman was funny.
Ronald laughed loudly. ''Of course, I have considered him like my own son. Yeah, right, honey?"
The three-year-old boy nodded. The joy of the two made the woman feel overwhelmed. Her sister never refused if she asked for help about anything, work, shopping, and did not even mind looking after her daughter.
'Ronald, you're lucky to have a brother like you. Brother hope, you soon get the woman who became the figure of your dream wife. Brother wants the best for you,' that woman's inner — Zakia Reagan.
It just so happens that Zakia is currently on duty in Indonesia, she cannot leave her daughter even though it is with her. Za just wanted the Princess to always be around him. It could make his heart calm and his fatigue also disappear. Zakia cursed her ex-husband who left her without any message.
"Well, since Mami's home. Then it's time for us to take a bath" Zakia held the princess and left Ronald, who waved with a smile. The handsome man also left the apartment that belonged to his brother.
If he has free time, surely he must take care of the ponakan. However, it was not a big deal for him. He thinks he can while learning to take care of a child. Ronald was thirty-one years old, but he had no companion at all.
Ronald settles down on the couch, closing his eyes for a moment and the shadow of the girl he hit at the airport appears in his mind. The man opened his eyelids, he rubbed and sighed.
"Why am I suddenly thinking about that girl? It's useless, waste time! I'd better take a shower, maybe I'm too tired because after coming home from the office looking after Emily" he said, then got up from the sofa with a heavy heart and walked to his room.
Finished cleaning himself, the man stood in front of the mirror bare-chested. Her flat stomach and sixpack can make all a woman's eyes hypnotized. The body is full of muscle, not fat. Anyone would admire Ronald Reagan.
However, the man had not found a suitable girl to be made a wife. I don't know, his age is mature but he is still confused to choose a wife that suits his criteria.
"It turns out I'm handsome, it's worth a lot of women who are crazy about me. But honey, I'm not interested in any of them at all.
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