Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Of jealousy?

"Papa, full!" exclaiming Aurora handed the remaining fries in front of Ghani. Almost all the food ordered had been spent by the little girl. It seems that the appetite of the round-eyed beauty increased after meeting Queensha.

Ghani smiled warmly at the princess. "Yes, it's okay if it's not spent." It helps Aurora drink so as not to be tossed around. "Rora's stomach is full. Well, what if we go home now? Grandma must've waited for Rora at home."

Aurora excitedly replied, "Okay. But before Rora comes home to see Mama first, Pa. Can you?" tanyanya blinked her eyes full of plea.

Cassandra glanced at Ghani, hoping that the man would reject Aurora's request. The girl is not willing if the man she loves comes face to face with another woman. He was worried that the seed of love between them would grow if they met often. However, Cassandra had to swallow a pill of disappointment upon hearing Ghani's reply.

He stroked the top of Aurora's head lovingly. "May, but just for a second, huh? Mama's at work, so you can't be bothered." Although it is actually heavy to grant Aurora's request, but think there is no harm if you once obey the wishes of your beloved daughter.

Meanwhile, Cassandra seemed annoyed. The girl's hand gripped tightly on the edge of the table followed by the chest moving kembis.

'Why does he get so easily hurt by this damn kid, anyway! Though only a child picked up, but why the feeling unfortunately exceeds the birth child himself!' cassandra's grouse in the heart.

Ghani helped Aurora down from the chair, then reached out in front of her beloved daughter. Aurora did not waste the opportunity. He received the helping hand, grabbed it and walked side by side with the papa.

"Ghani, wait!" Cassandra hurried to her feet from the chair and caught up with Ghani who had already walked in front of her.

After the shift change, Queensha changed her uniform to casual clothes. White T-shirt butterfly motif combined jeans and long hair plastered style Korean women make the appearance of the woman look more beautiful.

"Will you go home?" Rama's heavy voice stopped Queensha who had just exited the restaurant building.

Hearing such a familiar voice, Queensha turned her head. "Ah, yes, sir. It just so happened that all the work was done and it was time to change shifts as well, so I wanted to leave to go back to the index," he replied kindly.

Rama approached and stood next to Queensha. "Where is the first day of work, smoothly? I hope you get to work here again. Although there are occult whispers that are often heard in the ear, I hope you are immune and do not care about all that."

Queensha smiled clumsily as she rubbed her nape. It is true that Ghani said just now, Puji again sneered when he found out if he returned to work at the restaurant. However, lucky he got used to it so consider all Praise speech is just the wind.

"Alhamdulillah, smoothly, sir. Thanks for worrying about me."

"Oh yeah, what are you riding on today? If you want, I can give you a ride. I happen to have business around Lulu's indecos." Rama scratched his nape somewhat groggy. "Ehm .. that's also if you want. If not, it doesn't matter."

First, Queensha looks doubtful and confused whether he should return to accept Rama's offer or not. However, as doubt enveloped him, a shadow of Ghani's face flashed through his eyes. The pieces of events when the man made the sacred promise of marriage revolved like movie footage like in a movie theater.

It is realized that at this time she is no longer Ghani's wife if according to religion, but in terms of law, their marriage status is still valid so that the woman can not be carelessly alone with the opposite sex. Although Ghani had cheated first, but he did not want his good name tarnished and considered a cheap woman because it easily accepted the invitation of other men.

Queensha nodded and smiled. It made Rama look disappointed at the rejection.

Rama took a deep breath. Gaze at the figure of the woman in front of him. Disappointed? Surely it is. However, how else would Queensha refuse his invitation. So, where might he force himself to have the woman willing to accept his invitation.

Then, Queensha looked up the head. She softly said, "I'm sorry, if it feels presumptuous to refuse the Father's invitation. I just don't want to trouble anyone else. That's all." The woman was evasive because if she was honest the truth that had been the young mistress of Ghani was revealed in front of everyone and it violated the agreement that had been mutually agreed.

Rama nodded and kept the sweetest smile he had ever had. Not showing disappointment in front of Queensha, even though the heart felt like it was slashed by a very sharp knife.

"Nope! Maybe next time I can anterin you again like yesterday." Rama took a deep breath and smiled very softly. Although saying no problem, but the look in his eyes radiated how much he was very disappointed in Queensha.

Queensha confirmed the position of the bag perched on the shoulder. "I'll excuse you then. I still have to book an ojek online before I go home from work."

The oriental-faced beautiful woman began swinging her tiered legs wrapped in pink sneakers. However, he suddenly slipped to the back. His hands were raised into the air, looking for anything to hold onto. But he failed.

"I caught you!" Rama swiftly gripped the slender waist of Queensha until the woman's body did not hit the floor.

Reflex, Queensha wrapped his hands around Rama's neck, and the two looked at each other. The world seemed to stop spinning when it saw clearly how beautiful Queensha's face was despite only being polished thin makeup and pink lipstick on her thin lips.

Rama's heartbeat is beating faster. From this close distance he could feel the scent of Queensha's favorite perfume that made the man's mind drift into the air.

"Beautiful," muttered Rama involuntarily. Never seen the natural beauty of a Queensha Azura Gunawan from this close distance. He mapped every sculpture of Queensha's beautiful face without a single crack being missed.

Queensha' body squirms. "Sir Rama, can you please release my body?" said the woman shrewdly. Acting face for not daring to meet with Rama's brown iris.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, let go of your body. Um... Okay, I'll let go now."

Queensha then began to release both hands that were coiled around the neck and slowly stood upright while tidying up the slightly messy t-shirt.

"Sorry to trouble you. But I thank you for saving me. Then I go first. Excuse me."

Rama is still fixated with a thrilling moment that lasted for a few seconds ago. "Not only is she gentle, she is also beautiful, kind and what she is. I like it more and more."

Without realizing Queensha or Rama, apparently there are two pairs of eyes staring with eyes that are difficult to interpret in their direction. The man stared at her with an uncertain feeling. There was a sense of heat in the heart when I saw Queensha being touched by another man. While the woman stared at the question mark.

"Darling, we're going home now!" Without giving a chance to the little one, the man immediately carried the tiny body in a crib. Step by a long step. The chest began to move as if the flower was holding something.

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