Handsome CEO Wife

The Part 15

After arriving at the residence of his Papah house, Mr. Raditya rushed down and ran into the house.he shouted to call the Papah.

"That.. Pahs.. Where's papah?" shouted Lord Raditya calling his Papa who was out of nowhere. The purpose is not to find the Papah but his wife who was brought by his Papah. He wanted the Moon to stay with him even though Siska was still his first wife.

Mr. Raditya stepped so hastily he climbed the stairs to reach his Papah's room.

"Bye, Papah... Papah's inside, right?" shouted Mr. Raditya calling his Papa he wanted to ask the whereabouts of his wife.

Lek's check.

"Whisper, what's the matter here?" asked Mr. Haris after opening the door to his room because he heard the voice of his son calling his name.

"Where's my wife, Pah?" ask Mr. Raditya to the Papah.

"Wife? It's not in your house" asked Mr. Haris who he thought if his son would not seek the Moon's existence.

"Don't joke, Pah. Where's Lunar?" ask a second time. He who does not want the household to be disturbed, especially his parents.

"Nowain the Moon?" ask Papah Haris who already knows if his son will come here and look for the existence of the Moon.

"Where's my wife, Pah?" raditya asked his Papa.

"Don't bother him first, Dit. Before you solve your problems with your other wife." said Papah Haris so firmly, he did not want to see the moon sad.

"But she's my wife, Pah. Papah has no right to the Moon" Raditya said.

"Who said? Papah who asked the Moon to his parents in a good way and you care to treat him so, huh." snapped Papah Haris who began to feel emotion, he was not happy with his irony if he knew his daughter was treated not like his wife but in duakan and became a second wife.

Mr. Raditya was silent, there was a point in what his Papa said but he had another reason for what he was going through at the moment. And his face could not be told what he was feeling at the moment.

In the room, the Moon contemplated alone in the room he had once occupied when he came here. He daydreams about the fate of his marriage which will be like nothing after this.

Lek's check.

The door opened to Tata by bringing food to her employer who is not okay at this time. He was so sorry, sometimes he wanted to protest at the young master who would like to make out with his first wife did not know the place and time as if to show that they were a matching couple.

"Eat not until you are sick just because of this, where the Moon I met first with a cheerful face filled with enthusiasm" said Tata who put a tray filled with food and drinking water.

"Outside someone is looking for you" he said again.

The moon turned and scrunched her forehead. "Who?" ask the moon in curiosity.

"Young master," answered Tata, he wanted to see the expression of his master the usual Moon.

"Let it be my Papah-in-law's duty" replied the Moon with origin.

"I am not hungry" replied the Moon listlessly, there is no passion in his days at the moment all he wants is the calmness and support of a person who makes him calm and can rise to face all these problems.

Geck.. Geck... Gts ..

"Ulan, can Papah come in?" his father-in-law Sahut wants to talk.

"Please open it, Ta." The moon commanded his personal servant.

"Well," answered Tata obediently and passed by the door.

Lek's check.

"Please enter, sir." said Tata politely letting the great Lord into the room of the Moon.

"You want to see your husband, and talk if you want to talk about it" said Papah Haris who wanted to give his son a chance to talk to the Moon.

The moon turned her head and looked at her astonished father-in-law Papah, who allowed her to meet her son.

Papah Haris nodded and smiled to make sure that nothing would happen while in this house, he would guard and protect her.

"Well, Pah." replied the Moon who agreed and confirmed Papah's order to meet her husband.

The footsteps of the Moon were so faint when setting foot on this floor, he who felt uninspired in his domestic relationship.

"What's wrong? Why are you looking for me" asked the Moon after being in front of her husband.

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Let's go home, this isn't your house...