Marrying the Father of My Foster Son

Sah Wife of Ghani

Leon has just completed his duties as a doctor at a well-known hospital in the city of Jakarta. The man born thirty-three years ago who still feels at home with the singles status swung his decisive step towards the sink before swapping out his operating clothes with a long-sleeved shirt he put in the locker.

Wash your hands with antisepstick soap and then rinse them under running water. Just as he was about to open the locker, the ringing of the cell phone rang out. Hurry up to pick up the device and see Cassandra's name plastered on the phone screen.

"Ck, he's again. Why does he continue to disrupt my life. Not in Japan, in Jakarta, always asking about Ghani. So the girl has no self-esteem at all. I know Ghani doesn't like it, it's still on the map. The wall!" gerutu Leon was annoyed. Nevertheless, he still received the call. Swipe the green button and start the phone.

"Hallo, San, what's wrong? I just got out of the operating room," Leon replied when the connection was connected.

"Yon, after the surgery, you have no show?" cassandra said across the street.

'That's right my guess. He must be willing to meet and discuss the matter of Ghani, Leon's inner self after catching a dangerous signal coming his way.

"Leon, let's be quiet. What, you got a no-show after this?" Cassandra asked again when Leon did not respond.

Breathing long and heavy. "Nothing. I plan to go straight home after this. Coincidentally tonight I just help Ghani operate, while my shift work has passed this morning. What's the matter, San?"

"Greats. I want us to meet at the Dusk cafe an hour from now. You can't, can you?" cassandra's toilet confirmed her return.

"Hmm, can. Later I will tell you if you have reached the location," said Leon. With a heavy heart to accept Cassandra's invitation. After all, he was curious about what things Cassandra wanted to talk about until the woman asked them to meet in one eye.

"OKAY. Don't be late, yeah!"

The phone connection ended. Leon stuffed the flat object into his pants pocket.

When the tall man stepped out of the dressing room, he passed Ghani. However, he did not have the slightest intention to reprimand his friend. There was a feeling of annoyance and disappointment enveloping Leon at the same time.

Ghani realized that his best friend was angry at this time, decided to reprimand him first. "Lo want to go straight back, Yon? Don't hang out with other friends? I denger said Mr. Hermawan and Mas Agus want to coffee in a cafe near the hospital."

"Yes, I want to get out of here. For too long look at your ass-favoury face, making me even more fed up. If you were not my best friend, I would have floated my fist in front of you. I'm sorry to see such a jerk!" sahut Leon flat. Then he turned the door handle and stepped leaving Ghani still unmoved in his place.

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Leon went to the cafe Senja to fulfill his promise to Cassandra, his younger brother when he was in college in Japan. Although his feet felt heavy stepping, he forced himself to continue to step until he arrived at the entrance of the cafe.

"Good night, sir. Please, in. There are still many empty places." A servant welcomed Leon's arrival.

Leon smiled kindly, returning the greeting. "Night too, Mum. I need one table for two guests."

"Come, follow me." Then, the male servant in black and white uniform led the way towards one of the empty tables in the corner of the room.

Leon receives a menu book that the waiter handed him shortly after his ass lands perfectly on the chair. Choosing what menu is appropriate to accompany him to hear the outpouring of Cassandra's heart that sometimes makes the head feel like breaking.

The waiter hurriedly recorded all of Leon's orders without a single menu being missed. Then he walked over quickly, handing over the order list to his co-workers.

To get rid of boredom, Leon puts a 10-inch flat object on the table, reading the latest news through the search field. Shortly afterwards, a man's footsteps approached his desk.

The chair creaked as the girl pushed it back, then sat across from Leon's chair. The finger put his handbag in the empty space next to him.

"Sorry, if you've made you wait a long time. You see, I ran out of manicure, pedicure and body care first in the salon. Understandably, the name is also a girl wants to keep looking beautiful in front of everyone. Moreover, I singles must maintain the appearance so that the man I estimate loves me even more." Chuckles softly by closing your mouth using your palm. "Who knows after the treatment, the guy fell in love with me."

Pout and rotate lazy eyeballs. 'Very lively lo, San. How could Ghani like you. From the top of the head to the tip of the foot, there is not a single limb that attracts the attention of my soul.'

Leon handed the menu book to Cassandra. "Gue has ordered, you stay doang who has not. Choose whatever menu you like, I'll pay."

Waiting for approximately ten minutes, finally Leon and Cassandra's order was ready to be delivered. The waiter who was serving seat number nine returned to do his job well. He carried a tray containing one plate of red velvet, one plate of matcha-flavored cake and two glasses of green matcha ice.

"All dishes are complete. Enjoy, Mother and Father," said the man's servant, bowing his head and retreating from before them.

"Tumben you met, there was a problem what to ask me to come here." Leon started their conversation, not liking stale talk. The sooner the business is finished, the more he can go home and rest after spending approximately two hours, performing surgery. Fortunately, the operation is in the category of small operations so it does not take long when working on it.

Cassandra smiled, reaching for a knife and fork, preparing to eat her favorite cake before her eyes. Green cake looks tempting to make him impatient to want to taste immediately. Delicious! That's one word Cassandra wants to say when a melted matcha melts in her mouth.

"From then until now, you never change, always rush into action. However, I like your model guy typekal." Cassandra grabbed a glass and tasted ice matcha. "I'm actually sure you'll want to ask about Ghani. I want to ask, the woman called 'Mama' by her adopted son Ghani, who exactly? Why was Rora so close to that woman. What exactly is the connection between Ghani and the woman?"

Instead of answering Cassandra's question, Leon pulled the corner of her lips up. "Why? The Kepo? I'm sure because of this problem, your sleep is disturbed. Eating, drinking even when you are on the toilet keeps thinking about this problem. Isn't that really my guess?" Implied subtle innuendo when pronouncing the sentence. I don't know, he's so annoyed at shameless women like Cassandra.

Cassandra looked at the mocking gaze and her chest was deflated. "Gue just needs an answer, not the obvious scolding like that! Quickly tell me, what does that woman have to do with Ghani!" his hiss with a sharp look.

Leon laughed lightly as he continued to feed the pieces of red velvet into his mouth. "Lo really wants to know the answer? Sure after this your heart will be fine, hem?" Down both eyebrows, feel happy because of the success of trying Cassandra. When else had the opportunity to prank his younger brother.

Bedecak. "No need to beat around the bush. Buruan, tell me the same. Whatever your answer is, I'm sure I can take it." Giving a confident look at the figure of the handsome man before him.

"Because I don't want to waste too much time, I'll tell you who that woman is. Her name is Queensha Azura, a former baby sitter of Ghani. Two months ago, the guy you assessed decided to marry the woman. Their wedding took place simply, only attended by relatives, relatives and some important invited guests. Even so, but their marriage was declared valid by law and religion."

"But due to a misunderstanding between them, Ghani divorces Queensha and asks her to walk away from Aurora and Ghani's life."

Suddenly, the brown iris widens perfectly and its mouth forms an O. I can't believe what he just heard. Ghani married former baby sitter Aurora, how could it be? If you look at in any way the ugly woman did not meet the criteria as a young mistress of the family Wijaya Kusuma. He was the one who deserved to accompany a Muhammad Ghani Hanan, not Queensha Azura Gunawan, poor, poor and ugly woman like that woman.

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