Exchanged CEO Bride

M2 – Gaza 2

No one knows what Gaza life really is. Gaza keeps it alone. He even kept his identity a secret as the owner of the biggest nightclub in the city. For the sake of covering everything, even he was willing to cooperate with Davin with the identity of ordinary people.

A strong reason became a part of him when he chose to occupy a small contract as his shelter. He put out a cigarette in his pocket. His gaze glared far into the courtyard of his house that was not spacious. His shadow returns to the story of a few years ago, when he got what he has now.

A little boy was crying. A grown man called father, dragged him forcibly without the slightest pity on him. Even the knee of the child who was injured due to a fall was ignored. The moaning is not ignoring. The child's hand tries to release the tight checks that grip his wrist. But impossible, because his strength is not comparable to the energy of his father.

"Pak freelance, sir ... Aza wants to be taken where.." said the little boy with a hand that is still trying hard to let go of the grip.

"DON'T ASK MUCH! Just obey and follow the father!" said the father with a clash that made the child shrink.

"But Pak–"

"Shut up!" He had not yet finished his words, the father had interrupted him to make the little boy speechless.

"Father just wants to take you somewhere so we can be rich. You want to be rich. And we can live well. Not just eating salted fish every day. You're bored!" the stitches are long.

"And we, according to what the father said!"

A word "rich" made Aza speechless. He pondered, that in his heart he was also tired of living with potluck. Even if there was not the slightest bit, he died–matian endured hunger, persisting without even a mouthful of rice in that day. I am willing to fast just to survive.

He again dragged his son with a level of rebellion the child who has now weakened. The father smiled brightly because it was easier to bring his son.

They came to a place where it was very crowded. The little Aza who did not know the life of an adult was staring at the place with a look of astonishment. In his head had stored a million questions that only he could afford to keep.

"What is this place, sir?" he asked with fear that began to ambush him. The place was very foreign to him.

"This is where we make money. Ah already ... Don't ask too many questions. Come with me, Father!"

Little Aza walked behind her father following where he was walking. Until the father arrived in a room. He knocked on the door, calling someone commonly called "Madam".

"Lake in!"

Hearing that voice from within, the two of them went inside, to meet the woman.

"Where's the stuff?" ask the woman without further ado.

"It's Madam."

The father dragged the little Aza who had been hiding behind the big body of the father. His hands squeezed his father's shirt tightly, reluctant to look at the woman he thought was scary.

"Fucking kid!"

The father was furious, because little Aza still made his clothes as his handrails. With a fuming rage, dragging and then pushing the tiny body to stand right in front of the woman. His body staggered, but his balance was still intact.

He lowered his head in deep–, not daring to stare at the sharp eye bead in the slightest. If he could hide, he would hide himself with a robe that could make him disappear.

"Mothers... Help me," little Aza whispered inwardly. He doesn't know where his mother is. Since childhood he remembered that his mother was still with– together with him. When he was 8 years old, he lost his mother. His mother's whereabouts he never knew. Even asking your father will never be answered. There may have been only bruises on parts of his body in response.

"Hmmm"

Madam circled around the body of little Aza with her arms crossed in front of her chest. His gaze was as if stripping the child's body. Fear and anger dominate Aza.

"Okay, his face is handsome but still cute, white. Yeahhh ... Prospective seedlings." He was very confident that Aza's beautiful body was able to attract lonely wives or widows.

Aza who did not understand anything did not understand what the woman meant. While the father who heard the statement delivered his face looks bright like a pirate who found a treasure. Yeah, a treasure. Because in reality Aza small at this time is pundi–pundi money.

"Sweet boy, how old are you?" ask Madam. He slightly bent his body so that the position of their faces parallel.

Aza was just speechless that it was able to pick fire coals inside the woman.

"The son of maniss .." he said with an expression that was beginning to get upset. "How old are you?"

Aza still refused to answer. That made his father stop him.

"Java!!"

"Truly young," he said then looked back at the father. "According to the criteria."

He walked back to his chair. He took some money from his desk drawer, gave it to his father.

"What is this, God?" ask little Aza inside her. The fear is growing. Even to swallow his own saliva felt difficult, like something was suffocating him.

"Yahui!!" The Father cheered happily while the money was in his hands. At that time, he officially sold his son.

"Thank you Madam" he said with a bright face that never ended.

"Yes" he answered briefly with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"Eh uh, where are you going?" Madam's voice interrupted when Aza followed her father who was now stepping away.

"You come home, Auntie." Aza answered plainly.

"Where to go hmm? This is your home now." Madam began to gently caress Aza's face, but Aza brushed off the hand.

"You go home, Auntie, come with me."

Hearing the innocent reply from the child heading towards the teenager, he laughed, chuckling.

"The poor boy. Your father sold you to me. The money he received. You are mine now!!"

Madam claims ownership of Aza. He revealed everything, without any of it being covered up. Like a lightning bolt, there was a huge blow in his heart. Aza still did not believe the statement.

Aza shook her head quickly. "There's no way you're selling me. NO WAY!!"

"Help... What proof? The proof is that you are here with me. It's obvious, isn't it, smart kid?"

"Don't run!!!"

Shouted Madam when little Aza tried to get out of the club. But no matter what, the special bodyguards would not let him go. The little Aza who was caught trying to rebel but the power is like a deer that was hit by a lion.

"Tante, please let me go" he said. He can only beg.

"In your dreams, boy." Madam stared lightly at little Aza.

Plaque!!

A hard slap of bodyguard landed on Aza's smooth cheek as Aza now re-contacts to release herself.

Madam clucking. He shook his head slowly. "I told you. Accordingly, you will be treated well. You can even get what you want."

Since that time, Gaza life has been in a life where there is not the slightest bit of light. She began to enjoy her work as a sugar baby to survive. Even getting out of there he can't. Until he became a confidant of Madam.

And that club, it's now his. Several years he worked with Madam, in the last seconds Madam who died of a disease that gnawed at him, gave all her property to Aza. Madam's departure still makes her confused. You have to be sad or happy. After all, he himself was disgusted with his life. Until now he did not know where his father was. He again smoked a cigarette that was now half left.

"Woeeey Mas! Beware kesambet. I'm worried about the mas!"

The cry of the little boy who broke his daydream, awakening him to return to reality. The little boy is a neighbor child who is able to see mystical things–hal.

He only realized without answering the little boy's words. Even the little boy walked away without waiting for Gaza's answer.

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