Marrying a Mysterious Man

The Appearance of the Pramu

After finishing wrestling, Akash hurried to go to see Edwin first in the parking lot at home. Only use black trending pants and his flagship white t-shirt.

“Come, come in first,” take Akash.

“Sorry, Sir. B-but, I brought someone else is okay?” edwin asked doubtfully.

“Who?”

“The theme is your wife, Mr.”

Edwin also tapped on the car glass, giving a code to Kalala who was in the car to get out immediately.

When she came out, she smiled politely, nodding her head at Akash.

“Oh... You are her friend Shira ‘kan ya?” ask Akash.

“I-iya, Sir, I'm Kalala.” Kalala introduced herself.

“Ya already, come on! You enter first,” invite Akash, they also rushed into the big house that luxurious.

Kalala made flabbergasted to see the beauty of the house like a magnificent palace. He stretched his legs into the living room and sat there.

While Edwin and Akash were talking whispers.

“Oh, yes, you we stay here for a while is it okay?” ask Akash to Kalala.

“Hah?” Kalala is cengo.

“Me and my secretary have business, we're going upstairs. You wait here sebntar it's okay ‘kan? Later let me call Shira to accompany you here,” Akash explained.

“What, Shira?” tanyanya.

“Iya! You wait here for a while I have business with, My Lord first,” Edwin said.

Kalala also nodded in understanding. “Ah, yes please,” he replied even though he actually felt so heavy if he had to be left in the living room of a stranger he did not know. Moreover, this house is very large and magnificent.

“Oh... So this is the home of his girlfriend, Shira,” muttered Kalala circulating her gaze looking at the shade of the whole room that made her eyes amazed.

“Eh, but the master said that he would tell Shira to accompany me. Is Shira really here? B-but really, can it be?” gumam Kalala staggered.

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“You didn't come home last night! Where have you been, huh? Mom is looking for you in the room, but nothing!” Asten is grumbling with Jackson. Because Jackson's departure last night didn't ask him for permission.

“I just went to his hotel dad, Mom,” Jackson replied.

“Yes but, why not tell Mom huh? Good thing, last night and all day your father wasn't looking for you! If he finds out you left the house last night without permission, you'll definitely get in trouble again, Jackson!” ahsten exclaimed still nyerocos venting his frustration.

Jackson could only fall silent, harboring all the burdens on his mind that he could not pour out on anyone.

“Not to mention, you had a drink ‘kan? You don't know what the rules are in our family? If your father smelled this wine from your mouth, he could punish you, Jackson!” sten sternly Asten.

Jackson clucked, then looked at his mother's two beads with an inexplicable gaze.

Jackson is too tired, he is too fed up with what his mother says, especially when it comes to family rules and using his father as a threat to him.

Asten bought his eyes so distrustful, that his obedient son suddenly complained to him.

“Oh ... So now you have the courage to fight mother's talk huh?!” Asten looked at him.

Jackson is back. “Bu! ... I'm not fighting Mom's talk. I'm just tired, Mom! I'm tired of having to be required to do something perfectly!”

“What? Tired?!” Asten was already shaking his waist, staring at Jackson's face full of anger.

“More tired who between mom and you huh?! ... I demand you to be perfect so you can be your father's priority, Jackson! What mother is not tired? Every day thinking about your fate, trying to make you the proud son of your father. I'm tired too, Jackson, tired!”

Jackson was silent, not daring to say anything more. Even when he voiced his heart that really felt tired. His mother had a fate against him.

It's true, he's already caught up in the toxic scope of familly. He could not get out of the zone.

“Mom just wants you to be the best in this family. I don't want you to be sidelined by your father! I'm scared, Jackson. I'm afraid of your future. Your father treated you with Akash very differently. And I don't want you to be defeated by your brother! Did you not understand the purpose and purpose of Mother?”

Jackson's still coveted, a thousand languages. As for Asten, the woman continued to complain incessantly. Saying all his worries compares himself to Akash. Though to be honest, Jackson did not like it the most if his mother had compared herself to Akash.

“Bu, stop!” Asten was instantly speechless at the cry from his son.

“I will come out, better, between mom and me we both calm down, Mom,” said Jackson slowly, looking down. Then out of his room with a look of a sad face and bent.

Jackson stretched his legs, walked up the stairs to the first floor.

However, when he arrived at the bottom child, now his eyes were shocked when he saw a woman he knew sitting on the sofa there.

“Loh, that ‘kan the steward who accompanied me last night,” muttered Jackson linked his eyebrows, even to rub his eyes so that he could make sure he did not see wrong.

“Loh, right, that's him.”

“But why is he here? Is he looking for me?” kegeeran.

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