Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar

Duda casanova entangled love girl bar-bar

It makes Rewindra swallow a rough saliva, when he heard the tone laden threat intended for the elephant's trunk, “don't dong, Ma. later I can not make you a grandson.”

“Win ...” calls the name of the son, while glaring sharply because of this son, really a widower casanova who is so very perverted. “talk like that again in front of your Mama, prepare to lose your elephant's trunk.”

Then his mother thought of something, and her guess led to someone she would question her son, “not last night the girl was staying in Ando's room, Win? You must have done something with him, right?”

“Don't think weird, Ma .. Even if I'm a widower casanova, it doesn't mean I ruined the girl I was betrothed to, your son is already entangled in love with that bar-bar girl.”

“So, Win –”

“Yes, Mom. Isn't she the girl, who will be betrothed, to your son this isn't she, Ma?” Rewindra cut while asking the queen's mother.

Dahlia nodded happily, but how could her son accept this matchmaking? Even the middle-aged woman, never a little to see the look of the enthusiastic face of the son, when she heard the matchmaking that was intended for her.

“How can you know that he is the one you are betrothed to?” Dahlia asked back. “And also where did you know, that she was a little different from, all the women who went up to your bed, Win?”

“Of course I know that very well, from all his attitude to your grandson, Ma .. that's why I consider him different from them.”

Dahlia who heard the words thrown by the son, made the middle-aged woman feel satisfied, the arranged marriage made by her with the late friend, never in the least felt in vain, he said, the struggle of the two women.

Peace be quiet, my friend ....

What struggles we lead, will soon be realized and I am so very sure, they will be united by the line of destiny that has become his match.

“Do you really not do something with it, Win?” Dahlia makes sure that she doesn't do anything, which is related to the girl.

“Please, Mom. Your son has done nothing at all, but I can't promise to see him back.”

After saying this, do not forget about half-running, the widower with the nickname casanova was also, leaving the mother who was screaming calling his name.

Then shortly after driving his Buggati La Voiture Noire, the man steered the wheel to where he was going.

It took him about five minutes later, until he was at a food stall on the side of the road, and because his luxury car was so striking, making visitors in the stall stunned by a luxury car, and was on the side of the road a little tenuous.

Even that made the man surprised his arrival at the food stall, pulling the two corners of the lips that form a knotty smile, because there was a girl who attracted his attention, because there was a girl who caught his attention, and the girl was Araela Ayudia Gayatri Smith so calmly enjoyed her meal.

I didn't think I'd meet you here, but why didn't I see you eating at the restaurant? You really are a little different girl, from the women who can only climb up my bed, and at least I put a purplish mark on it when you've been in my mansion all night, it signifies that what is inside of you belongs to my son, and I will make sure that you will bend your knees before me.

After paying for the duck rice ordered, the man could only look at the girl, from a distance not far from where he was sitting, while enjoying his dinner with a serving of duck rice, Rewindra continued to set her sights on the girl.

The noise of the nights was so clear, as he enjoyed his dinner, and it was even more shocking when the man saw his girl ordering food, intended for a street busker who was singing a song, it made a Rewindra Wiratama so amazed by the attitude shown by the girl.

About fifteen minutes passed, he who had just finished his meal, was surprised to see the girl leaving the shop, ignoring the screaming owner, just to return the change and instead have the owner take the change.

Soon he was in a hurry to catch up with Araela who was waiting for a taxi, and the opportunity was used to approach and offer help, by taking the girl home.

“Ck, ck .. are you a stalker, Sir?” Araela was surprised by the appearance of this negligent widower, and the girl thought why she always met him?

“I didn't follow a girl like you, and I just happened to stop by here, to enjoy my dinner at the stall.” The man also evaded by saying that he was not a stalker, but actually his footsteps suddenly entered the food stall.

Because it waited too long, and there was not a single taxi passing in front of him, while the man continued to look at him with a face that was difficult to interpret.

So make him offer himself, to invite the girl into his car. “taksi at this hour no one will pass, let alone a girl like you to be prone to crime, he said, come on I'll take you home.”

“No need, and thanks for the offer, you,” subtly refuse it, because he does not want to trouble others.

“I don't want my son to cry you out, and you know for yourself no, he definitely doesn't want anything to happen with you.” As soon as the name of his son was mentioned, the man was so sure that the girl would not refuse the offer from him.

Araela, without wasting much time, got into the car, which was driven by a widower casanova, because the widower mentioned the name of his younger brother, and the son of his boss worked.

At the same time the car left the place waiting for a taxi, while asking again about the girl with her son. “How did you get to know my son? Because honestly all this time, he never wanted to be approached by women who were with me, but different when with you just the opposite, Rolando was always enthusiastic when discussing you in front of me as his father.”

“What's the difference with you? You decided to marry your late wife, to give you a daycare, but instead you do not want to see her existence, and after all why she was born into the world? If only his father would not pour out his affection, because it was too fixated with the death of the mother of your son?”

Deg

Rewindra, who was holding the steering wheel, tightened his grip after the man felt de javu, with questions raised by the girl. Sia!

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My name is Husna Almaida, who is more familiarly called Alma. Being a mother is the dream of every woman, but what if God has not desired it all??

I was married to a Manager, and in our two-year marriage, I had not become pregnant until my husband had an affair to have children.

Which woman's heart does not hurt, when I see my own husband making love to another woman in the bed that I used to use when having sex with my husband. Will I ever forgive my husband for all his mistakes? Or would I rather get divorced and live a widow?

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