Father To Baron

CHAPTER 35

"A lot of girls deserve you, sir. Forget about me, and take your attention away from me," said the woman, who did not want any further involvement with the sturdy figure next to her.

"It seems like it will be very difficult" he replied without thinking. Arita was completely inexhaustible by the foreign man. Even Gibran clearly knew his status, but it did not seem to make the dark-eyed man give up.

In a state of silence, the two face each other with an implied view of doubt.

"From all things in vain, you better not be too harassing myself and my son. I don't want you to get any further involved, "that prohibit Gibran from folding his hands in front of his chest. His gaze again floated far ahead there.

"Isn't prohibition an order?" he said so stubbornly that made Arita exhale rough.

"Don't be too muffled, Gib ... You will bear the risk yourself" he said once again by mentioning the man's name. And of course Gibran was surprised, when he heard Arita first mention his name.

"Do you think I'll give up, just because you said all these things? It seems you are wrong, Miss Arita. I'll pursue my goals from the beginning,"

Hearing this, made Arita clenched both hands on the side of the body. Then the upper arm is wrapped in a cardigan, making Gibran realize the anxiety that hit the woman.

"Don't expect too high, Gib. You're only interested in me .. and I'm sure, it's only temporary," she argued so confidently, as if she didn't want to bear the man's feelings on her shoulders.

Knowing the nature of Arita that turned out to be very stubborn, made Gibran sigh long. Somehow, he also felt astonished when he had a sense that he could not explain. Surely to Arita, the mother of one child whom she thought was a plain girl.

"You dare to bet with me, Ar?" fadfuck.

"If you're right, then you have the right to ask me one thing. Whatever it is," she was able to make Arita just nod her head briefly. "But if I'm right, you have to be my wife. How, fair isn't it?"

Arita, who felt fooled, did not believe the ridiculous words of the man. As he was about to argue, Gibran slammed casually into a small table, where a cup lay on top of him.

"No bargaining, this is not a market. Understand, Arita's mother?" satirize the man who made him inexhaustible.

"I will win, just look at it later .." he said sadistically because he did not like the way Gibran fooled himself earlier. But not hypocritical, Arita began to get used to the presence of foreign men who now always follow wherever he goes.

"Don't be too confident, Miss. You will be embarrassed if your guess is wrong," he said again and again to make Arita laugh disparagingly. Not yet had the woman heard, a voice called out to her from inside the house.

"I live first" he said briefly entering the house.

While Gibran who happened to see his watch had shown seven o'clock less, made the man remember his promise with his brother-in-law at home. Repeatedly Gibran called Arita to say goodbye, never the woman came out.

"Ah come on, I'll be in for a minute ..."

Not forgetting to bring the cup, Gibran entered the simple house with good intentions. But when he arrived in the living room, he could clearly see how patient Arita was to help the Baron finish his task.

"Oh, Om Gibran, can the Baron please help you?"