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Spilling the Hottest Rage

The punch after punch received by Prasetya, did not make the middle-aged man able to resist. Even the second time his daughter was able to make him completely defeated.

Unnoticed by the man. There were two people who witnessed the brutality and both of them suddenly grimaced softly, while imagining how painful the blows as well as the deadly slaps of the girl who was, were, he was venting anger all this time buried in Araela Ayudia Gayatri Smith.

Reluctant to see the condition of his body that crumbled dimly because of the blows received from his daughter did not make the middle-aged man tremble, and was afraid to approach someone who had been the reason Prasetya was cold.

“Why new now, huh! Why aren't you content to torture me and grandpa? Do you know all this time my life has been burdened with your cold attitude towards me even how much you could, you hurt my first love until he chose to give up and take half your heart with his body. Don't you feel that your attitude has turned me into this.”

“Satisfied with spilling everything you've been craving all this time?” While smiling with a tall body firmly, clutching the tiny body that was the first time for Prasetya after a long time.

Araela who was in a high body hold raised her head, while looking for something with a face look difficult to interpret. However, deep in the warm embrace of the heart that had been awaited by the girl.

“If your heart is still shackled by hatred for a cowardly man like me. I've never had a problem with that, but one thing you need to know. In my heart I have always loved you with all my life, and the reason I have been cold towards you is because of —”

“Because what?” The girl interrupted while wondering. However, he was disappointed that the man was still reluctant to mention the reason.

The voice of the weathered bachelor brother broke the silence, making Prasetya stare coldly aimed at his sister. “I didn't think you could do this crazy thing to my Baby, Kak.”

“Ssttt, be quiet don't be noisy! I received all the hatred in him, even what I am doing now to make up for what he never felt.” Without looking at the interlocutor, the middle-aged man so loudly expressed a pent-up feeling while clutching his petite body, with a smooth snoring voice signifying the girl to look comfortable with him. “What was the night he didn't sleep?”

“Is it important to answer your question?”

Morgan clucked annoyed with the cold attitude of the brother who was no different from before, even his attitude was declining on the nephew who was sleeping very comfortably in his brother's arms.

Not only that, the weathered bachelor close his lips as if to laugh, the man next to him who looks very jealous of his brother. While whispering softly, “You're jealous of your own in-laws?”

Hearing a whisper of urgency instantly makes Rewindra wrong, “what is very visible, Om?”

“Very visible and you can't lie to me if it turns out, a former widower casanova like you became a pussy on my Baby.”

“Can't call him by name, Om,” protests Rewindra by throbbing annoyance.

“Are you jealous of me too because I call her Baby? As long as you know Baby's calling has become a patent, no one can call him that but myself. Understand!” morgan without any objection.

Inevitably Rewindra must accept all the consequences, that the man next to her is more possessive than the man himself.