Hydra

Chapter 23

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Diandra chuckled when she saw Radit's face flushed red, terrified by her mother's actions.

“Momy, pity Son of man to die Momy work!” diandra chuckled.

Radit was very upset because he felt devastated by the flirtatious attitude of his mother Diandra.

“Hahaha... sorry, Auntie is not serious! Aunty is just testing you out, as an Aunty Child date, you are pretty well!” sessi chuckled at the frightened face of Radit, after he had assessed it.

“Huh. Good thing Aunt parents, otherwise I'm already very angry!” Radit.

“Ya let's go, so shall we go to your Grandma's house?” diandra.

“Be so, I already paid you!” ketus Radit's.

Then they left, heading for the basement, while Melissa followed them, because Melissa was very jealous of Diandra who thought she was Andara.

‘Andara? Again he! Not in Istanbul, now in Jakarta. He just keeps sticking with Radit, ' he said in his heart.

Melissa typed something on her phone, clicked on one of the kite apps, she ordered it after knowing Radit would introduce her boyfriend to her grandmother named Milloma.

Now Radit was in the car, immediately out of the basement to the luxury mansion owned by his adoptive grandmother, Milloma.

“Remember yes, after there you call me dear, and another one. You have to admit yourself, not Diandra, you understand!” Radit.

Diandra does not accept Radit's orders, requiring him to pretend to be someone else.

“Why should I confess my name Andara? If to call you dear it’s okay it does not matter, but if it has to be someone else I do not want!” hatchlings.

“Hey... You I pay, so you have to obey what my orders are. This is only this time!” said Radit.

“Remember yes, I do not want to be denied, understand!” sentak Radit's.

“Iya-iya, I understand,” said Diandra with all her frustration.

‘Huh. It sucks this guy, ' inwardly.

While Melissa is still following, Radit doesn't realize Melissa is stalking her.

Until Radit entered the elite area in the South Jakarta area.

Diandra's eyes are stretched perfectly round, after being treated to the view of a magnificent European-style mansion.

“Come quickly down, you want to stay here? Remember you I paid!” it resuscitated the Diandra daydream.

“Iya I also know you paid me for this!” yang Diandra stepped foot up, from inside the car.

While Radit has gone first, leaving Diandra a little trouble walking, due to his high heel’s.

“Master, don't you want to take me!” diandra called out to Radit.

Instantly Radit's steps stopped, turning towards Diandra again.

“I told you, don't call me sir, call me dear. Her cover is revealed!” said Radit whispering in Diandra's ear full of emphasis.

“Iya forgive me, not to make it look more convincing, you have to hold me,” said Diandra looking for the right reason in asking for help, so as not to sound begging.

Radit fell silent, trying to digest Diandra's words that sounded commanding, after he studied Diandra's words quite reasonable to him.

“Your father is quite good, let's hold my hand,” Radit said thrusting his hand.

Though actually Diandra was intentionally, doing that because he had difficulty in stepping his legs.

‘Tumben This annoying guy according,' his battery chuckles.

CLOAKS. The sound of the door opening, an old but still beautiful grandmother welcomed their arrival.

“Finally you came too,” said Milloma welcomed his arrival.

“Iya Nek, forgive us. We are a little late,” Radit said, then introduced Diandra to her grandmother.

“O-iya... know Nek, this is Andara. He has come all the way from Istanbul just to meet with Grandma,” Radit said with a smile.

“Owh, so apparently!” milloma.

“But really, Grandma tasa perah look where is yah?” milloma said while thinking.

But soon Radit convinced his grandmother that his lover was indeed Andara from Turkey.

“Pastilah Granny never saw him, You are an international model Nek!” radit convinced Milloma.

Diandra, upset with Radit's actions, finally spoke.

“Of course Oma has seen me, many people say I look like the beautiful Diandra, multitalented artist from indo,” said Diandra praised herself.

While Radit, staring Diandra glared at him, so as not to act as he pleased, but Diandra did not care about Radit's attitude.

“Ah yes, very well Diandra who artist the role is well,” said Milloma.

“Iya Oma, Diandra the artist of the role, I like the acting that amazes Oma, even she is famous to foreign countries,” he said again praised himself.

Radit who did not accept it, immediately chimed in again the words of Diandra.

“Ah no dear, I think you're cooler. You are an international model, Diandra mah whatan only dust grains, far from you what try his performance Diandra he capital artist looks doang, surely it's a fake face,” Radit led to Diandra.

Then Diandra retorted again ledekkan Radit against, himself.

“But I like the same Diandra dear, she's a lot of her achievements. She is pretty energetic, whereas I am far from that word!” hatchlings.

“Aduh...why are you talking about the artist si, it does not matter. Most importantly let's go in and eat together!” milloma asked Radit and Diandra to come in.

Diandra was presented with admiration again, a very fantastic sight for him, could see a long dining table like in the story of the kingdom set in Europe.

The dish was so delicious it seduced the soul of his bars.

CRIPPLE. The sound of nature's calling resuscitated Milloma and Radit, turning simultaneously to Diandra.

“You hungry?” milloma asked Diandra, who he thought was you.

Diandra only grinned, while scratching his non-itchy hands, while Radit was very upset by Diandra's embarrassing actions for him.

“Sorry Nek, this is how Andara he is a village when he is hungry,” said Radit, staring flat at Diandra.

‘What’s, village? You crazy man, he just wants to say to me, Diandra's mind is upset.

“Nothing kampungan is reasonable, Grandma also used to be a kok village,” said Milloma chuckled.

“Ayo Andara, please sit down. We eat together, spend the food Grandma has served you to eat,” said Milloma with a happy face.

“Iya Nek, Diandra definitely spend, if possible later fit home Diandra wrap well!” said Diandra keceplosan, opening her identity in front of Milloma.

Radit's eyes were perfectly rounded, when Diandra said her words, Diandra who was aware of her actions, immediately broke her words.

“You mean, sometimes I feel like I want to be that multitalented Diandra, Oma!” his error while smiling.

“Owh is so, better be yourself dear. Grandma likes to really with your outspoken style like this, hopefully you are a match with Grandson Grandma,” said Milloma smiled.

Radit let out a sigh of relief, after seeing Milloma not suspect Diandra's movements, which were inversely proportional to the behavior of his lover, who lived in Istanbul Turkey.

‘Huh... thankfully,' Inner Radit sighed in relief.