My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 19

That night it was all over. The Kusumawidjaja and Radyakaya families have agreed on matters related to marriage. They say goodbye and walk out of the room.

Sabian, Ayodhya, Nadia and Dhea remained there.

"I didn't expect the Ex-Lover (Dhea), the False Lover (Nadia) and the Lover Couple (Bian-Ayodhya) to meet by chance." Ayodhya was the first to open the conversation.

"You still like to insinuate the shape." Nadia's reply was fierce.

Ayodhya who felt praised smiled sweetly. "Don't be like that. It's my duty to keep my future husband from the women of his past." His kill.

"You don't have to worry about me. Me and Arlen are married." Nadia refuted by lifting her fingers that had been tucked in a wedding ring.

Nadia then glanced at Dhea who was staring in envy at Ayodhya. "But I'm worried about someone." she quipped.

Dhea who felt shunned spoke up. "I love her. I'll take it back from you." he said bravely, challenging directly to Ayodhya.

Ayodhya smiled disdainfully. "As long as Sabian wants me no problem either." Slowly lightly.

Meanwhile in his place, Sabian was silent. He had no intention of stopping the feud of the three arch-enemies. His goal was to marry Ayodhya and make her his. Theothers? He won't take a headache.

"ah! Looks like I should go home. My husband is waiting for me." Pamit Nadia who then wears a fur coat and mash her branded bag after seeing the clock on the wall.

A moment before touching the doorknob Nadia was stopped by the speech of her rival.

"I remember your husband loved another woman. It's hard to believe he's waiting for you right now." So said.

Nadia smiled wryly, confirming the remark. Even 2 years married Arlen, he still could not remove Ayodhya from her husband's heart.

Nadia turned around and stared bravely at Ayodhya. "It's hilarious. How can you be the woman who captured the hearts of all men? You took my husband's heart and now you want to marry someone's lover." Syndic Nadia.

Ayodhya grinned. "Sabian belongs to no one. Dhea took it off. Blame my charms for seizing those men. You and Dhea are no better than me anyway. It's only natural that Arlen and Sabian like me." The reply is not to lose.

Nadia hardened her face, but was reluctant to retaliate and she just left.

"Sabian I want to go home." He was still staring at plain Sabian.

Sabian cleaned her lips and then attached her coat to Ayodhya's minimal body. "I'll drive you home." And both of them left Dhea alone who was consumed by jealous fire and also ignored by Sabian.

On the way home, Ayodhya, who sat beside Sabian, spoke a thousand languages. He did not intend to continue his play if only alone with Sabian.

"Sleep! You must be tired." Sabian showed attention. However, Ayodhya shook her head and thought it was the wind.

Sabian did not give up, he again blabbed at Ayodhya. "Well, I was really happy when your father accepted the proposal I gave. I-"

"Focus, Bi. We're on the street. I don't want to die silly before the wedding." The sarcasm. Ayodhya is someone who still holds grudges with the man even though 7 years have passed. He didn't even intend to forget it.

Sabian stiffened his face. Very brave of this woman, he thought. With all the madness he had in mind, Sabian slammed the wheel and stopped the car just like that.

"You're crazy!" Spray Ayodhya with a sharp shot.

Sabian quickly pulled Ayodhya's head and kissed the woman fiercely. Ayodhya who was still shocked did not react, she only remained silent as Sabian's lips explored the entire contents of her mouth.

Sabian removed the fungus until the salivary thread dangled from the two reddened lips. Ayodhya did not say anything, the girl just lowered her head to hide the red tinge on her cheeks. He did not even see Sabian's grin that showed the victory.

Both were long silent. Sabian even deliberately did not reapply his car. He was waiting for the reaction Ayodhya gave.

"Brengsw*k!" Bump Ayodhya with a squeaking voice. Sabian just laughed a little.

"You're going to be my wife. All that time, I can do what I like." Sabian ultimatum to denounce a rebellious girl like Ayodhya. In the future he must devise a plan so that Ayodhya can behave as sweet as he wants and slowly erode Ayodhya's revenge on him.

Ayodhya glanced here. "In your dreams, Kusumawidjaja!" Keto.

Sabian looked at that reddened face with a hungry look. "So that was your first kiss." Guess it's on target.

Ayodhya turned her face away quickly, reluctant to admit the embarrassing fact. "So everything about you is first? I am your lover and your first husband-to-be. The first kiss is also mine, then...." Sabian deliberately paused his words.

The Kusumawidjaja man then brought his body closer and whispered fondly in Ayodhya's ear "your first night is also mine."

Seriate...