Duda Casanova Stuck Love Girl Bar-bar
Determination ....
While Ara who finished her routine work for several hours after delivering food to the husband's room. The girl stepped foot which was directed out of the office building to a place to be visited.
As soon as he arrived from the outside with a small distance, there was a luxury car that stopped passing in front of him.
Without anyone knowing that the luxury car was boarded by the girl was a luxury car, owned by the company in his office with someone sitting on the side holding the steering wheel.
“How can you guess that I will come to visit the office?”
“Where, yes.” While driving a fancy car the guy parroted.
The girl sitting next to him cursed furiously with a cold attitude created inside that person. “For a long time you are a bitch, Brother,” umpat Ara while thieving annoyed. “You've met him?”
The person called 'Sister' by the girl nodded, while presenting a proposal of cooperation requested by her miss. “The cooperation offered by him is quite interesting, Young Miss. Even you got a message from him to meet at a later time.”
"Can you not call me that, sister?” protest the girl with pursed lips in annoyance. “How many times have I reminded you to behave like a sister — brother. Can?”
“I'll think about that later! By the way is it okay to wear your husband's office uniform?”
Araela shook her head by asking back. “Is the office safe? I don't want to hear bad news about the image of the company I've been building!”
Jakun the man who was driving while dividing his mind moved up — down. Even he felt the temperature inside the luxurious car become colder with, the radiance of the leadership aura within the girl sitting beside him.
“Soal it —
“No need to apologize. Let me clean it up myself! You just do your job as usual.”
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On the other hand, there is a pair of mothers — children who do not stop walking back and forth while thinking about how they can, how they can, out of the place of hell was created by a middle-aged man who was none other than the biological father of his daughter.
“Come, Ma ... I can't stand staying here!” Sonya whines like a child that makes Mayang dizzy made with the behavior of the princess.
“Shut up! Mama, dizzy to hear you whining about getting out of here! You think Mama's not like you, huh!” mayang snaps one octave.
“Mama, snapping at me?” Sonya's tears suddenly shed themselves when she heard the screams of the woman who gave birth to her.
“Jeez, Baby! Can you be patient a little? Mama didn't promise, but Mama will get you out of this place! Let Mama sacrifice for your life.”
The two women of different generations were pensive while thinking of a plan to escape from the Bastian mansion.
Damn it, old jacka! I don't accept him holding us prisoner, without any servant serving us! Don't say my name if I can't get what I want!
Mayang's determination is unanimous to be able to get Sonya out of the mansion, at the expense of self-sacrificing regardless that the middle-aged woman, desperately wants to escape from a hell that has been created by several months of hated men.
