Marrying Grandpa's Choice

Still angry ?

It has been an hour Nabila waiting for an invitation that never came, finally Nabila decided to book a taxi online or gr*b car. Only need to wait 5 minutes the car in the message Nabila came. If you match the car plate in front of it with the plate listed in the application, the same!Okay, that means safe. Nabila got into the car and sat in the back. The driver is still young. Maybe in his 20s.

“According to the address in the application yes mbak?” Ask the driver to Nabila.

“Iya mas,” reply Nabila. The car that Nabila boarded drove away from the cafe area. There was no conversation between Nabila and the driver. Because it was too quiet Nabila chose to play the game. He took his phone in a bag. Opens his phone with a scan of his index finger which he uses as code. Nabila played the game H*go on his mobile phone. No 10 minutes ngegame Nabila already feel bored.

“Hm.” Nabila complains while exhaling his breath rough.

“Sorry yes mbak stuck, maybe a little long trip.” Speak politely to the driver.

“Ngak papa mas, this hour is indeed prone to jam.” When I saw his watch. Right, 17:00 is a jam. If only Nabila did not wait for an invitation, he would have reached home.

“Mas, if you stop for a moment, can you?I want snacks on ind*maret.” Nabila remembered kind*r Joy, a snack she really liked.

“Can mbak, origin is still in the same direction as address.” Answer the driver.

Nabila buy 20 kind*rjoy, all for stock. He also bought a light snack for the family. In addition, Nabila bought milk for pregnant women.

Nabila arrived in front of his house, a house equipped with a towering gate. He pressed the towering gate button. I hope Mr. Bejo opens the gate of his house immediately.

“Lho non When?!” Mr. Bejo was shocked when he opened the gate when his master stood in front of the gate in a doldrums.

“Iya, I pack.” Reply Nabila stepped into his yard.

“Kok didn't ask to be picked up, non?” Mr. Bejo was curious. Usually Nabila will ask to be picked up by the driver if not bring the car.

‘What??Didn't ask to be picked up?I was already Adam. He said Mr. Slamet would pick up.’ Bantin Nabila's.

“Against wanting to take a taxi, sir.” Answer Nabila origin.

‘Or maybe Adam did not tell Mr. Slamet. I know Adam was angry, but, what's the need to lie to me?though I was not picked up no papa, I can take a taxi home. Wh why?Why did Adam let me wait for Mr. Slamet if in fact he did not tell Mr. Slamet to pick me up?” On the way to his room Nabila kept wondering in his mind.

“Luckily I'll be home soon, try to wait for the invitation of Mr. Slamet. I can't go home.” Nabila muttered while opening the door to her room. He put his bag on the sofa table. Take out his flat shoes and put them on a special small shelf of dirty shoes. Then he went into the bathroom to clean himself up.

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Adam's not at dinner tonight. He was late into the night even at 22:00 even Adam had not come home.

Reading the novel already Nabila did, watching drakor already. Waiting is a bitch. Whatever Nabila did did did not calm him down. The feeling of anxiety still lingered in him. Until 01:00 when Nabila woke up to pray the night Adam still did not come home.

Nabila tried to contact Adam via whatshap video call ringing but was not received. Then Nabila sent a message to Adam. Sent but not read, at a glance Nabila can see whatshap Adam online, however, the message from Nabila was not reply. Let alone reply, just read no. It was as if Adam had deliberately looked at it but ignored it. Sick?Of course sick, Nabila's heart was very painful with the treatment of Adam at this time. Adam did not believe in himself. And choose to ignore it.

“Dek, whatever happens later mother will always bring adek with mother!” Said Nabila while stroking his stomach slightly bloated. Not too big yet, but, it is already visible for a pregnant woman.

‘If later mas Adam does not want to admit this baby, I better go.’ Batin Nabila rubbed the virtual water that fell on his cheek.

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Adam Pov

Today I was so lazy, no spirit. But anyway, I have to go to the office. Thousands of people are looking for money by working for my company. I can't be a lazy leader. My fight with Nabila last night ended because of a knock on the door from my mom. I didn't talk to him again until this morning.

After breakfast I left for the office without saying goodbye to her. I'm still upset, I'm upset with him. Though Nabila should be upset with my treatment. I shouldn't have doubted Nabila's loyalty. I know she's a good girl. Last night I was probably burning with jealous flames and accidentally uttered a word that hurt her.

Strange, that one word could describe last night's events. Who actually sent the package to Nabila?Who wants my wife?All this time I knew Nabila had no male friends. Is there anyone who might have noticed Nabila from afar?I don't know. I have to investigate. Before stepping I will think carefully about what I will do to solve this problem.

I thought in my big chair quietly. I had an idea in my mind. Ideas are quite complicated and can hurt Nabila. Is there another idea?hm, I don't think so. If I want to lure the troublemaker out of his hiding place I have to carry out the idea of behavior.

I'll be mad at Nabila, yeah just pretend. Maybe, I will show my disappointment to Nabila as if my household and Nabila were on edge. That way the troublemaker should show up. He will definitely come to Nabila, pretending to be a white riding prince saving Nabila from the pain because I ignored him. Then make Nabila comfortable with him and take Nabila from me. Hey, it's not that easy ferguso!

Before the troublemaker makes Nabila comfortable I'll unmask him. When he shows up I'll get him out of my life and Nabila. Perfect!A good plan to get rid of the pests that plague my household.

‘Darling, forgive my rudeness last night. I hope you are patient. Everything I would do for the wholeness of our household.’ My mind while looking at the beautiful face of my wife who I display in the figura of my work desk. She's my moodboster.

‘My queen, Nabila.’

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