Loving Prospective Sister-in-law

Need Love.

Dara then hugged the Emperor. He was the son of Mary, the woman who had helped him a lot all this time. She was lucky to know Mary because of her, her life changed now she did not even need to live in distress and hunger, she even had a home.

"Thank you I was your mother" said Dara. The Emperor looked at Dara. Alehandro was surprised by Dara's reply and looked at her in disbelief.

"I don't want a mother who likes to be angry like that," said the honest Emperor. "I'm scared!"

Dara opened her mouth looking at Alehandro. Alehandro laughed while holding his stomach.

Rose and the Emperor looked at each other inexplicably.

"Father and son are the same," grumbled Dara. He then looked towards the Emperor gently. Touching cheeks. The Emperor's eyes reminded him of Mary's.

"Mother is not always going to be sweet to her child not because it is not dear but she is acting to protect her child from distress or something that threatens her safety. His love can be felt through his mouth or the attention he gives. Sweet kiss and ... ."

"His anger, if mother doesn't scold us we won't know which one to do or not to do then which is good or bad for us" Rose continued, moving her index finger. "Mother?"

Dara nodded her head.

"Then why did you say that your mother was evil?"

Rose was silent.

"Mother prevented me from meeting father," Rose said, her lips moving as if holding back tears.

"Then just think of my father as your father" said the Emperor patting Rose on the back.

"Can you?" rose asked Alehandro and Dara alternately.

Alehandro held Rose's cheeks and kissed her forehead. "Of course you can be a pretty boy!"

"We are tukeran" whispered the two of them and then laughed cheerfully.

After that, the three of them carried out activities in the room. Eat drink watch TV and play. While Alehandro came out to meet his men to hold an annual meeting.

That night Alehandro came back to the room. Dara was sitting with an airphone in her ear talking to someone possibly discussing the business of her shop. Alehandro saw that the children were already sleeping on the bed.

He feels calm and peaceful. Alehandro then approached Dara.

"You just send the cake to Bli Abirama's house and give the bonus. No. .. not .. just give a bonus for the type of cake she ordered. About the store I'll go home tomorrow and take care of it. Men Sarti told to take money in the cash for shopping purposes as usually enough to just record how much it costs."

Alehandro then took off his suit and delivered on the sofa. Dara then turned her head when she smelled the perfume of Alehandro approaching.

"Yes take care of everything well. Okay, yes," said Dara then turn off the phone.

Alehandro then sat on the sofa with his legs straightened. Staring at Dara who had released the blazer so that only wearing underwear without arms.

She sat down with her legs crossed so that her span skirt rose above her white thighs. He's a man, hasn't touched a woman since Maria got sick. Not that no woman approached, but she could no longer be as interested in a woman as she once was. But not with Dara, just seeing it has awakened something that has long been asleep.

Dara is beautiful, very beautiful young and energetic. His body is also not inferior to models or Hollywood artists. She also remembers when she petrified Dara into giving birth if Dara had smooth white skin, not a hint of visible stain.

Alehandro had to get that thought out of his already calm soul. But Dara's sexy lips dropped her faith.

"I will turn on the lights and make you coffee" said Dara, but Alehandro's hand prevented him. He shook his head.

They were silent looking at the flaming television screen. Alehandro began to remove the tie around his neck and unbutton his shirt.

"The kids are asleep?" ask Alehandro.

"Yes" answered Dara. The woman looked at Alehandro. The light from the television screen showed Alehandro's face looking increasingly handsome. A nose so high that a gray-colored shadow covered his high cheekbones. Eyes that jutted inward with her bead were light brown in color a slightly thick bluish-gray lips.

She had never been this close to a man after her friendship with Kris was natural if her chest was beating erratically. Especially the dim atmosphere that is minimal light.

"Have you thought about my curiosity?" ask Alehandro to the point.

"Which offer?" dara pretended not to understand.

"To be the mother of my child?" ask Alehandro. Dara laughs.

"Are you applying or doing business?" ask Dara.

"Why?" ask Alehandro.

"You're ripe, head four more, know what about relationships and marriage and have done it. Should you know marriage isn't a matter of agreeing or not?"

"You mean?"

"We're not married for children, but if I want to do it, I want us to marry for love. I want to feel what it is to be loved because I have loved someone but myself and that trust me it feels painful."

"Love can grow because it's used to it" Alehandro said.

"Not when Mary's shadow still lingers in your mind."

Alehandro was surprised by Dara's words. "What do you mean you want me to just get rid of my mass?"

"No, I just want you to see me as Dara not a substitute for Mary, to love me wholeheartedly, and to put myself into the deepest recesses of your heart. Not to lose Mary's presence in your heart, but you let me be a part of the other you."

"Then what about you, Dara, do you still love Kris?"

"I don't know because I haven't met her yet" Dara replied honestly. Alehandro then sat down and faced Dara. His eyes stared hard.

"Then learn to love me from now on!"

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