Forced to Marry a Cold Doctor
CHAPTER39: The Man in Figura
HAPPY READINGš½'S
"Yeah! My daughter-in-law!"
The sound of screaming left both of them shocked. Elena immediately looked at the origin of the voice. There was a beautiful woman who was running towards her place.
"You are so beautiful" said a woman by sitting next to Elena when she reached the guest room.
Elena remained silent. He doesn't know who else this is. His gaze turned to Bryan who was standing not far from him. The man looked at her like he was coding something.
"Oh yeah, I'm Tia. Uncle Bryan's wife." continued the woman introduced herself when she saw Elena who was like a confusion.
Elena looked back at the woman beside her. She smiled, apparently she was the wife of Uncle Arlan.
"I'm Elena" said Elena, and she grabbed Tia's hand and endured it.
Tia commented on her warm smile. He stroked Elena's right cheek gently. "Sorry, at your wedding, we didn't go." Tia glanced at Arlan.
"Yes Na, Uncle's in-laws were sick outside the city so we had to fly there to see." Arlan told me why they didn't come.
"Yes it's okay Uncle, Bi-aibi." It was only fitting that Elena did not recognize these two people because when the wedding turned out they did not come. He only knows some members of the Atmaja family who came to the wedding yesterday.
Bryan walked to the sofa. He approached Arlan and sat down beside his Uncle. His face remains the same. Flat, no expression.
"It's not wrong that Bryan chose the candidate." Tia looked at Arlan. "Well, right?" continues asking.
Arlan gave a short nod by pulling his smrik in reply to the wife's words.
Elena looked at Auntie-Tia. The woman was aged but still looked beautiful, she became amazed by him. The Atmaja family turned out to be quite friendly and kind. His mind had misjudged this family when he first set foot in Bryan's house.
Bryan was silent. When he met his aunt earlier, the woman immediately asked where his wife was. As a result Bryan said if Elena was in the living room made her aunt immediately ran into the house and left the activity in the back garden that he had done.
They started getting into family chats. The happy face of Tia. He is happy that the Atmaja family is increasing, soon there will be another child in his family.
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"Why the hell?" Chaca looked at Meldi who was waiting for something.
They're at the main door of his house now. Chaca was accompanying the Mamah who seemed busy with her cell phone.
Meldi glanced at Chaca. "What should you do here?"
Chaca chuckles small. He had no job now so he chose to follow Meldi wherever he went. Chaca was a little kepo with what Meldi was waiting for.
"Chaca nemenin Mamah here. Papah Chaca said he should nemenin Mamah wherever Mamah goes." said Chaca smiled by showing his white teeth.
Meld shook her head. His last son could have answered every word he said.
"Excuse me, madam."
The sound stopped both. Chaca and Meldi immediately looked at the origin of the voice.
"This is Madam, the order." said an old man who was none other than his subordinate.
Meldi nodded and took a crackle from the man's hand. "Thank you, sir."
"Sama-sama Mistress. Then I say. Let's Madam, Miss." The old man then lowered his head and retreated from before his master. He will continue his work again.
Meldi looked down at the contents in the bag. "It's nothing."
Chaca's face shrunk. His mother seemed to be playing secrets with him.
Seeing the sour face of the child made Meldi chuckle. "Don't pout like that, you don't have a job, do you Cha? want to help Mom?"
"What help?" ask Chaca sparkling.
"Dishwash. Piles in the kitchen are many, rather than follow Mamah does not clearly mending help Aunt in the back."
"You!" press Chaca. Kirain helps what, her taunya just helps wash dishes. Though many maids but why was he told to wash the dishes as well? besides, it was the job of the helpers, he thought.
Breath sounds on Meldi's face. This kid is stubborn and wants to be good. Chaca from childhood was always spoiled by her husband-Abraham because Chaca's only daughter as a result Chaca became a spoiled girl and did not want to be arranged like this.
"You girls, learn to be good wives. Housewives who can take care of the house." advice Meldi. However Chaca is a woman, her job has begun to learn to take care of the house.
"Chaca is still in school. Later she became a good housewife when married," after saying that Chaca also went from the presence of Meldi.
Meld shook her head. The longer Chaca is the more unruly it becomes. Maybe he'll talk about this to Abraham. Chaca has entered adulthood, but her nature is still childish.
Meldi turned his gaze to look at the crackle pouch he was still holding. He smiled in a meaningful way while thinking about the plan in his brain
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Bryan and Arlan went away from the living room. They were saying goodbye to Elena and Tia in the back. They seem to be talking about something serious, I don't know what it is.
Elena and Tia are here. They both look familiar to each other. Elena was happy because it turned out that Tia was a royal female figure, nice to talk to make the two very familiar quickly.
Elena's eyes immediately stared at the large frame on the wall of the living room and her eyes were turned back on Tia.
"Who is Bi?" his question. The photo shows 4 people with 1 child. He only knew Tia and Arlan, while 2 others and 1 child he did not know. But there was a figure of a man who seemed familiar in his eyes.
Tia stared at the frame in-front of her "That's our Aunt, Uncle and Son." Tia slightly raised her index finger to point at anyone inside. "The girl, Aunt's son. Well next to her Aunt's daughter-in-law and Uncle Arlan's son in my arms is Aunt's granddaughter."
Elena nodded. He looked back at the frame. His eyes stared intensely at the photo. This man who was touted as his aunt's daughter-in-law was very similar to someone.
"The name of Aunt Jesi's son and Aunt's grandson is Merry." Tia continued.
Elena's eyes tried to focus on one tall man next to her Aunt's son. His face was very similar to that of the man. What don't-don't?
"Oh yes, one more. Aunt's daughter-in-law's name is.."
"...Wilson"
The deg!
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Tbc..
