
He promised himself to repair, and heal, the wound of the Son, by ceasing to do something that had made him forget his duty as a father.
“I don't want you to just make a false promise, Dad! Prove everything by your deeds in real life in front of me!” Rolando insisted on the Dady to prove all his deeds, so that he himself could erase the slowness of the hatred that had long been ingrained in him.
“What does that mean you will forgive Dady, Boy?” Rewindra made sure that the Son had given him the opportunity to improve.
Not answering questions from Dadynya. He also released a decoction that had been missed, while turning the body with a sharp and cold speech. “Prove it first, Dad.”
“Boy, where are you going?” Rewindra was slightly surprised by the son's unpredictable behavior about his emotions.
“Mau into meeting, Beautiful sister. I'll go home with him!” rolando said without turning back while stepping his legs.
“Home with Dady yes, Boy,” pinta Rewindra while tailing the Son.
“No, Dad. I want to go home with my beautiful sister!” Rolando also did not want to lose stubbornly to Rewindra. “Beautiful sister has promised me that she will take me home, Dad. So, I don't want to go home with you.”
It was not without reason that Rewindra insisted on refusing her Son's request, it was just that she was a little embarrassed and awkward dealing with the girl. Moreover, the pain was still felt in his elephant trunk because of a fatal kick that was so hard.
However, seeing the look on the face of the Son who was so comfortable with the girl made him unable to wart. The dilemma is what he feels.
Forced to comply with the Son's request, with him who desperately endured the shame of being mixed up. However, it was unexpected that the girl had such an effect when faced directly with him.
What does it mean that you're really comfortable with him, Boy? Dady will do all kinds of things to make you happy. Including allowing it to become a part of our lives later.
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Received a short message about Morgan's request to appear before the woman who had given him a Princess. Bastian called his assistant to do another plan and gave him a task with a plan he had carefully put together.
“Is the DNA test evidence you've stored still safe?” Bastian confirmed before he started the action.
“Everything you ask for I have always kept safe, Mr.” His assistant is no less strict than Bastian himself.
“I love the way you work!” Bastian praised the assistant because he was always satisfied with the hard work that always satisfied him.
One more day he will meet his real daughter. However, the question from his own assistant indirectly inflamed him.
“Master, are you sure this plan will work?”
“I mean this way, Mr.” Then the assistant advised to change at least the plan that he had arranged it must really succeed to meet his biological daughter.
“Alright, I'll use the advice you're using! However, must remember if you fail you are ready with your punishment?” bastian said while giving him a threat about the punishment.
The conversation continued, until he asked about the reports of some files that needed to be signed by him. “Is there a problem with the head office?”
“Nothing, Mr.”
“Oke, our focus this time on the arranged plan must succeed because for so long I always miss and want to embrace it immediately.”
Bastian has long resisted the passionate longing for his daughter because since in the womb he was separated by a woman who once filled his heart.
This made him hate someone who had given birth to a Princess, even when he wanted to meet alone had to secretly because the threat was so deadly.
“Is there any more command you want to convey, sir?” bastian's personal assistant again asked the master.
“Go back to your place! I want to calm down, and no one bothers me. Understand!” bastian's word is cold.
After not seeing his assistant he returned to daydreaming about the plan that had been neatly arranged to surprise the woman.
I'm pretty sure you won't be able to turn back, and I can't wait to see my daughter. Even if he refuses my presence, I will give him a piece of evidence that has been hidden without anyone knowing it. Wait for my surprise Mayang!
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