Enthralled Love Semu

A chatty little boy

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"Hey, Sir. What else do you want?" Dhara tries to stay away as Rey sits next to him. He gradually retreated, not realizing he was already on the edge of the bed.

"You are this, you chatty little boy." Rey holds Dhara's leg with both hands. Dhara continues to struggle so much that he almost falls if Rey doesn't help him immediately.

"Ehm..." Clara accidentally entered, because the door of the room was unlocked and still partially open. "Opss, sorry." Clara closed the door tightly. He chuckles at successfully teasing the new couple.

Dhara immediately pushed Rey with all his might. Leave some distance between the two of them. "He could have misunderstood." Dhara confirmed his sitting position. His feet were hanging at the end of the bed.

"Yes, I'll be able to explain the truth."

You should explain to him. Otherwise, I'll feel more guilty about them. I really shouldn't be here. I'll talk to Dad and Grandpa. So that they will take care of our divorce immediately.

"How's your leg?" rey asked, he was sitting on the couch no longer wanting to be close to his little wife.

"It can go."

"Good." Rey pulled the corner of her lips up to form an arch. "Don't misunderstand me. If your feet are healed, it means you can work tomorrow. Your work awaits, don't forget it."

Why do I feel disappointed when it should be better. So I don't have to continue the house-warming with him. Never put any hope in, Dhara.

Being a widow is a good thing in the eyes of others. When compared to the actor, it sounded even more evil and crueler. Dhara, strengthen your heart.

"Hey, you hear me, Little Boy?"

"Hm."

The atmosphere returned to silence, they still had to adapt to share the same indoor air.

"I'm asking for separation, we shouldn't be together. Just to please Grandpa and my father." Dhara said after a long silence. The new Rey would close her eyes again opening them wide.

"Isn't that so? I should have rejected it from the beginning. If only..."

"You're sorry? Already late. If you feel wronged it should have been from the beginning. Not now, everything is like this. Like rice has become porridge. You just need to add salt, chicken milk, and sprinkles of fried onions and other appendages so that it does not taste bland. Like your life."

Rey slammed the door of her room, choosing to calm down in her study. Rather than having to face childish Dhara.

You think you're the only one who's tormented? You don't know how I sacrificed. I have to let the woman I love be happy with someone else to obey Grandpa. Because he's the only one who treats me as family. He's all I have as someone I respect.

Rey ruffled her hair rough, making her irregular. Not to mention he also had to be the guardian for Violet. All of that made him dizzy. Plus the company business, which adds to the dizziness of the head as if it wants to explode.

"Repeat..."

"Hey, dear Vio. Come here!" Rey patted his lap. The presence of the cherry is of course a cure for all the problems he faces. This cute little girl's behavior is like a moodboster to charge her spirit. " Why hasn't it bobbed, hmm?"

"Vio wants to fuck Papa." The boy pursed his lips. He also scratched his face as Rey was about to kiss him.

"You guys, if it's both, Mama's got to be eliminated." Clara leaned against the wall, seeing the familiarity of the two.

"Mama, cana. Pio wants to call Papa." Violet shook her hand. Tell Clara to go.

"Owh. Don't look for Mama again. If Vio wants milk, Mama doesn't love."

"Bialin, call Papa ajaaa." Vio raised his voice. Her eyes glazed over at Clara's threat.

"Hhhhhhhhhh... You guys, you can't argue in front of me." Rey asserted. That's how Clara was, she always felt neglected if there was Rey. Violet won't be with him. Especially if he works, it is very rare to be able to meet Violet.

"Here, hug Papa. Don't listen to that venomous mouth."

"You have no moral character. Why my mouth is venomous itself poisonous." Clara continued to grumble, but she felt relieved. Rey does not ignore Violet and herself even though she already has a life of her own.

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