Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar

Cold outside, warm inside

Araela's arrival received a warm welcome, from two middle-aged women who were so very happy with her.

The girl came in search of the boy who was now bound as her own child.

“Sorry to keep you waiting." Although it was cold-pitched, but within the look in the girl's eyes, stored the warmth that was seen on, the two middle-aged women who were smiling sincerely heard it.

“Have you finished your business with that bitch, honey?" sahut Dahlia to the point.

“I'm not sure his son stopped messing with my life after this, Ta …."

The speech was interrupted by Dahlia who did not like the pinned aunt call, even though the bar-bar girl had become her favorite daughter-in-law, “call, Mama! No, Aunt again. Can you?"

Araela nodded, she resumed her delayed remark, “given that the bitch was far more cunning than her mother."

“Are you still traumatized by their cunning? Even your papa was incited .. I did not expect, your father's second marriage so far .. not 'right' because the bitch was so neatly manipulating, everything he had to do with him including his biological child."

“How much do you know? Hm, Ta .. Ma …."

Stammered saying the call 'mama' makes, Dahlia laughingly laugh when she heard the call from the girl, “Mama kind of forgot about it, but that must have been a long time ago Mama found out, Mama knew, about your father's second marriage to that bitch."

“It's worth something different from their meeting earlier," he said in a cold tone.

Dahlia who heard the speech, frowned while wondering, about the meaning of the difference of meeting, two people who had never met. “What do you mean, darling?"

“He insisted on admitting the unacknowledged son of grandfather, the flesh blood of papa .. It was very clear that my papa's gore, only inside me was never admitted."

The glint of hatred in the cold eyes was so obvious, a child who had not been recognized as he should.

Araela quietly felt a gentle elucidation and warm embrace, from the Prince Consort who had been yearning for the girl all this time.

“Don't feel alone here .. There are we who love you, dear!"

“Thank you." This is the first time, the girl felt a warm embrace, even she herself had forgotten the sense of a hug that was never obtained, since being present to the world until the death to pick up the mother.

“It turns out you are not as cold as your cousin talked about," said the Empress who is still, at home clutched tightly to the tiny body.

“Sepupu?"

“Do you remember David? He's your cousin, Auntie's son."

This made the girl surprised to hear the reality, a figure who turned out to secretly store taste in Ara, bound by a blood relationship and long since she knew the feeling.

“Tante alone was surprised to hear the statement of the child, even since long ago he also gave up the title of prince. Everything he did to keep you from afar, the guilt grew when David couldn't save you, from the public's outrageous slander because of somebody's work."

The girl fell silent to the story from, the empress opened the old wound she harbored."

“Even Aunty did not think how could the child, save feelings for his own cousin?" Smiling wryly, the consort of none other than Aunt Araela, felt guilty towards the son.

For his son preferred to give up all the titles of nobility, then become someone who stood under his own feet, unshadowed by his status as crown prince.

“Then what about you who know, that my mama is the king's biological child?" That question, made the empress smile.

His memory was fixed on the first time he met the husband in the condition, the corner of the lips was injured so that it made the girl frown in wonder with the smile.

“They met before you were born into the world, but your grandfather was too late to take him away from the hell your father created, until the news of death made them feel devastated, the crown princess who was supposed to replace your grandfather came home."

The story paused, as the empress exhaled heavily, however this wound should not be opened, in the presence of such cold eyes and then resumed the story.

“After the death of my husband's late twin brother, none other than Prince Devander. They came to my grandfather's house to take you back to where your mother was born. However, instead the two men beat each other because no one would budge, but on that belief my husband allowed them to take care of you again. The meeting impressed me with all the stories, which he brought with him for not being able to hug his twin."

Not only that, but Araela had been secretly investigating David's background, and to his surprise, the status released was due to that.

“Are you angry? All this time only my own husband who knows the identity of David, even the king was actually disappointed because I already had children. However, there was another reason that made him accept our presence."

“Although he keeps that feeling, there is no need to make him forget that feeling. I don't care about everything he does. But I just consider him a friend. Where is it now?" assertively Ara coldly while asking, the whereabouts of the person who had been helping her all this time

“Tante himself doesn't know where the kid is, honey. Remembering last night he helped derail the plan, "he said as he looked at the tiny body, plus the neck plastered a purplish mark.

Not yet had time to reply because he had looked at the tiny body, Dahlia who had been listening silently to open her voice because she herself, felt involved in an impromptu marriage between Rewindra and the girl in front of him.

“Sorry to have put you in this position .. does the child make you exhausted?"

Of course the question made both of his cheeks pop a blush, but the girl was so good at hiding the incident happened to her.

“There is no need to apologize," said the girl, while switching the topic of chat. “I just did what became a trust from mama."

The two middle-aged women nodded, Dahlia again asked something else, about them all hiding the status of the son.“She still doesn't know your status of being husband and wife?"

“I just want him to know from his efforts investigating last night's incident, I should have apologized for not loving him."

Dahlia's laughter exploded upon hearing the statement that made the son, trying harder to subdue the cold bar girl.

Oh, my God, I'm sorry your mom, son. If usually all women can be conquered, but for times she is different and far, it is more difficult to melt the ice of her cold heart.

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Arriving at the mansion, Sonya's fainted body was moved to a private room, not Bastian's assistant gave the servant a warning, not to be too afraid of the young miss and to submit by order, not to the servant, someone the assistant brought.

Only Mr. Bastian would allow them to take orders.

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**Mister Agra's Beloved Girl

Author: Nurma

How it feels to be left for good on your wedding day. A day that should make me happy, but it makes me hurt.

And the beautiful girl must also accept insults and insults, and be stamped as the unlucky girl.

Then suddenly, there was a man who was willing to marry her in order to throw away the misfortune. The man she did not know at all, suddenly became her husband.

Who is that man? And what is their home life? Will love grow in their hearts**?