I Love You Young Master

Chapter 48 | Come Get Married

The atmosphere of the dining room of the mansion is a bit gripping, yes. Jovan and Jovin broke out in a cold sweat. Occasionally their round eyes glanced at the mommy who was still raising a sharp highlight. Huh, serem.

All this because of the sudden arrival of Aqilla to hear the gossip of the twins about her mommy. The problem is, Jovan and Jovin, right, don't want to be blamed.

Robert, Reva, Rayhan, and Jessie can only resign and be curious. Was the interaction between mother and child always like this? Very unique.

The servants in charge of serving until following tense. Why do princes and princesses look so funny when they are agitated, upset, and languishing like this?

“Wah, Deck, kok, it feels sultry, huh?” jovan said suddenly. His little hand made a fanning motion of his body.

Jovin who understands her brother's code immediately rubbed his dry forehead—dramatizes just him mah. “Iya, nih, Sis. Very hot, fighthh.”

Aqilla knew her children were just acting. They were just trying to escape from this dining room. Personnel who see can only shake. The king and queen of drama are in action.

“Ke kitchen, yuk, Brother want to make juice, here, let seger,” invite Jovan to blink one eye. Jovin agreed.

Instantly, the two gender-different boys sprinted to leave the dining room. The twins really felt depressed by the aura of their mommy's cynicism. Luckily Jovan's intelligent brain can be invited to work well together in emergency situations though.

Aqilla rolled her eyes puffed. “Cih, say if you want to run away,” muttered Aqilla lazy. He devoured the food on his plate violently, showing that he was being veiled with a deep sense of resentment.

So fierce is she, huh, until the twins call her a female demon?

“Kalo I'm a female demon, means they're the son of the devil dong?” muttered Aqilla realized something. The next second, a jail grin was attached to the woman's lips. He clapped his hands and stood up from sitting down. “I'll give you a minute, Mistress, Mr.”

Without waiting for a reply from anyone, Aqilla rushed out of the mansion. The others could only stare confusedly, what was with the mother of the two children?

“Jessie just knew something was starting, Mi,” joked Jessie. “Neither mother and son, but instead kayak temen.”

Reva chuckles. “Maybe this is Aqilla's way so she can deket same children without awkward.”

Not long after, Aqilla returned empty-handed. A smile was still etched on the lips of the woman as if the plan in her mind had gone smoothly without a hitch. Anyway, only Aqilla and the author know what's in that woman's brain.

Jovan and Jovin return with a glass of juice in each hand. Both of them sat on the bench before. In a timid gesture, Jovan pushed one of the glasses of juice he brought towards Aqilla. “Make Mommy, hehe,” grin Jovan.

“Biit Mimmy, hihi,” sneer Aqilla in mocking style. “Say you want to bribe Mommy, right, let's not sulk?”

Jovan pulled one of Robert and Reva's hands, who sat flanking him to cover his reddened face. “Iya, Mom. Don't be angry, yeah. Jovan keceplosan doang,” said Jovan slowly. Robert and Reva get anxious themselves seeing their grandson misbehaving.

Aqilla almost spouted her laughter until Jovin giggled. However, the woman immediately controls the facial water by clearing her throat. “Huh, because Mommy is kind and not vengeful, Mommy sorryin, deh.” He grabbed a glass of juice from his son, then gulped it three times.

Hm, delicious too.

Jovan lowered his grandma hand and his grandpa quickly. “Truly, Mom?” pekiknya enthusiastic.

“Iya, Bawel.”

“ALHAMDOLLAH.. SO, THE SAME COOKIE RATION JOVAN COOKIES ARE NOT CUT, RIGHT, MOM?”

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“Let your Grandma anter to school, yes?” pinta Reva when the twins were wearing shoes.

Jovan and Jovin throw each other a glance, doubt clearly on their faces. Aqilla frowned not understanding. What do they think?

Jovan looked up, looking at Reva who looked slightly disappointed. “We don't want to refuse Grandma, really. We just want to point to the cement if we have daddy,” said Jovan explained.

Jovin nodded slowly. “Jovin does not want to be called an illegitimate child again,” softly.

Aqilla closed her eyes. Those words seemed to still not be separated from the twins. However, considering that now he is in Indonesia—which has the netizens with a mouth ninyir—Aqilla trying to understand. However, that does not mean Aqilla will release them easily.

“Who said it was like you guys?” Aqilla rolled her sleeves up to her elbows. “Tow to Mommy now, let Mommy kick!”

Seeing Aqilla's cute expression made the twins somewhat amused. Both laughed softly.

Unfortunately, Aqilla was really angry, not pretending. Robert and Reva. The couple also looked furious.

“Who is it, son? Let Grandpa reply him,” said Robert excitedly.

Reva nodded in agreement. “Grandma must have made them deterred! Call her name, Darling.”

Jovan and Jovin smiled. They did not answer, only widened the grin. In fact, the twins never disputed the nickname because they had no logical reason to argue. But now the situation is different. Rayhan was on his second side.

“OK, Daddy between you,” said Rayhan put an end to this commotion. “You put on the shoes first, yes. Daddy wants to talk to mommy.”

Jovin nodded happily, while Jovan still had to look at Aqilla who looked calm. Whether what kind of telepathy they have, Jovan looks mangosteen after looking at the old mommy.

Rayhan brought Aqilla out of the mansion, away from the people. The man did not want their conversation to be heard.

“What's up, Mister?” aqilla asked wanting to know why the young master had led her here.

Rayhan clucking. “Don't call me young master again, Qill.”

“Lah? Continues?”

“Rayhan, call Ray.”

Aqilla blinked her eyes a few times. “Pa–call Ray?” beonya wasn't sure.

Rayhan smiled brightly. “Yes, that's better. Besides..your attitude to me also has no respect, right?”

“Iya, anyway.” Aqilla. “Okay, Rayhan.”

Smiling handsome. Rayhan was happy to hear her name being called by her flirtatious thin lips. It felt increasingly longer, his heart pounding more and more times near Aqilla. Rayhan really falls in the charm of an Alzena Aqilla Jonesa!

“Oh, yes, earlier did you bring me here?” ask Aqilla in her non-formal language.

“Let's get married, Qill.”

“He?” Aqilla. “Lang, Ray, repeat again.”

“Ayo. we. get married, Aqilla.” get anxious Rayhan. “Wedding, marry, wedding, wedding.”

“What?! Be married? Same you?!”

^^^To be continuous...^^^