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There was a ringtone coming into the girl's phone without looking, the person who contacted her shifted and raised the call.

“Ya.”

“Jeez can you not cool down first with Ommu this is my Baby, Honey?” ask Morgan in a ketus tone.

“Ck! No need to talk like this, Om. What do you want to tell me?” araela answered by turning the question around.

“Please let me into your house! Om, missed you!” pinta Morgan with her slash tone.

“Stay inside why should I ask permission, huh?” nagging the girl while replying to a message, from a client who wants to propose cooperation.

“Aren't you still mad at me, Baby?”

“I feel like I want to kick you to fly to the clouds!”

“Ba —”

The girl immediately turned off the call unilaterally and she was busy with a pile of files that came in via email, while outside the gates Morgan clucked irritably at the behavior of his nephew.

Huh! Why does it look more like you, brother? I admit that your beauty face is down on your daughter, but her cold demeanor is. Why is it worse than your husband's annoying attitude?

Arriving in a house that is not locked by the owner. He was surprised by the presence of someone who was staring flatly at him.

“Do you want to come here?”

“I didn't come to see you!” No less fierce and cold. Morgan blatantly returned the greeting.

“Currently he cannot be disturbed! Besides I wonder with you ... why so late enter without permission in people's homes?”

“I don't need your permission, Young Man!”

The debate between the two men also, attracted the attention of Araela who gave a deadly look. This made the two look down afraid without daring to raise their heads.

The tanned hanzel look led to someone making his blood boil, “Then you yourself why not sleep?”

“I cannot sleep without you, Madam,” replied Rewindra softly.

Morgan's eye beads bought perfectly, when he accidentally heard a sweet word spoken from the lips of a former widower casanova, about a pinned call for his beloved nephew to make the man feel nauseous to hear it.

“What a laugh,” pouty Morgan is cynical.

“If you don't say your purpose come here, please get out of my house!”

Rewindra who heard the defense from his wife desperately held back the laughter he wanted to spout. However, the man actually got a deadly look from the girl to make him not dwell face to face with Araela.

“I want to inquire about him! Then since when did you get to know him?”

“What with me answer your question, can reduce your curiosity it's Omku, Darling?”

Morgan nodded.

“Actually I don't want to share a story about him you mean! However, there are exceptions for you and I hope you don't play around with your dearest nephew.” Cold and firm. The girl did not forget to warn with a full threat.

“Good, Baby.”

Exhaling a furious breath Araela told me a little about the person her om was looking for, even the girl did not tell much more clearly about her true identity.

The girl wanted the weathered bujang to fight hard, to find the whereabouts of the person in question.

“Until here understand all my explanations, Om!”

Morgan nodded his head again ....