My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 31

A beautiful morning when the sun shone and butterflies danced to make Ayodhya do not want to sleep anymore and go down the street with jogging in the morning.

The girl with a healthy body circled her housing complex until sweat flooded her body. And when the sun started to get a little scorching he decided to return to his home.

The house that will soon be sold is now empty due to some furniture that has been handed to his new apartment. And again his marriage has also awaited him in plain sight so it is likely that he will stay at Sabian's house for the next and do not need his old furniture and live luxuriously with his usual lover.

Ayodhya drenched her body with a shower that fell from the top of her head. A chill enveloped his smooth body. Touch it to the deepest indentation. Her sapphire eyes hid inside the eyelids as beautiful as those rose petals.

After struggling with her bath water, Ayodhya wears her work shirt and wears a sexy miniskirt as a leg cover.

Ayodhya entered the car and rushed to the office afterwards. A musical accompanies.

Closing his eyes while pervading the song he heard, Ayodhya was either intentionally or not aware that he was driving on the street.

Realizing that when a red light required her to stop the car, Ayodhya relaxed a little when she saw the countdown on the traffic light for a little longer. He focused his sapphire blue two towards another street on the side of the city.

A pink silhouette attracted his attention. "Dhea?" Whispers counts.

Out of curiosity, just as the light turned green he changed the direction of his goal and trailed the rival.

Stopping at a daycare center, Ayodhya has to wait patiently for Dhea to come out of there so she can investigate what needs the woman came here for.

As if getting God's blessing, ten minutes later Dhea came out of the parlour. Not wanting to waste any time Ayodhya rushed to investigate.

From a distance, Dhea who turned out from the beginning to realize the presence of her new boss who was busy stalking deliberately launched her plan just now. He grins. "It's good to play you, Ayodhya." He then walked towards the office.

Meanwhile in the parlor, Ayodhya was busy wailing around looking for someone.

"Can I help you, Miss?"

Ayodhya turned around haughtily when a cupu asked her.

"Just looking for information." I'm honest. Reaping strange and suspicious wrinkles from the woman in front of him.

"What information do you need? Maybe this isn't the right place." The nurse, who appeared to be wary of the presence of Ayodhya.

"Dhea Sutopo's. What's that woman doing here?" Ask Ayodhya without further ado.

The nanny pretended not to understand. "What do you mean? I don't understand."

"Oh, how long do you think this reot parlour can last after I've been in for no more than 3 minutes?" Ayodhya is showing her fangs.

"Don't threaten us, miss! We can report you to the authorities." The nanny warned.

"Then I'll report you to the owner of this parlour." Ayodhya answered.

The nurse laughed so lightly. What is this blonde woman doing in broad daylight.

Ayodhya just glanced at him. "Danuarta Source of Love, not a big name to remember."

Ayodhya pulled out her phone and contacted her personal assistant. "Tell Mr. Danuarta, I want this servant named Shelly fired now! If not, make sure the parlour is flat after my legs are out!"

Ayodhya looked at the woman named Shelly with her flat face. Want to ask where he knows that name? Of course from an embroidered writing on the aprons in the corner of her skirt. What a keen observation.

"A..Whahuh? But, I've been working for over five years, haven't I, sir?"

"..."

"Good."

Judging from his expression, Ayodhya could already guess what happened. Sure enough Shelly walked up to him.

Bruk!

The woman knelt down, her face began to blush holding back tears. "I'm sorry Miss Radyakaya." His great-grandson was sembilu, only to realize who was the woman who stood arrogantly before him.

"Sorry only? Compensation?" Ask Ayodhya who has no intention of tolerating.

Shelly shook her head. He has nothing for someone who from birth is as well-off as Ayodhya.

"If it's me, live the bet. How can man be humble only because of a plea? Where's your arrogance when you answer every word I say?" Tanya Ayodhya cynical.

"Remember this in your life! Never dare to refuse my wish! I was born a winner, no matter what the battle." Ayodhya.

"Now where is Dhea hiding my son?!" Ask Ayodhya when Shelly no longer speaks.

The woman looked up at once. Is that why this Female Fox went berserk? Apparently he lost his son. Stupidly he had wasted his job because he was too rash in dealing with the peringai Ayodhya.

"Ma.Let me take you."

Shelly then walked ahead. He opened several doors which then led to small rooms that were so unique. It's like a dwarf house in Ayodhya's head.

Upon their arrival in a room whose door was round, Ayodhya was welcome to enter with great difficulty so that his head would not stumble at the door. The silhouette of the red-haired boy who was behind him reflected in his blue eyes.

"Alvin's." Call Ayodhya to his adopted son.

Alvin, who had initially been reading a book, looked surprised to find his mother standing there.

"Mama?" Call him as he walks closer. Ayodhya equalized her height so that the son could embrace her and the two embraced.

"Why come?" Alvin asked Ayodhya who was smiling at him.

"Is Dhea planning something?" Guess Ayodhya was on target. Alvin nodded in confirming.

Ayodhya smiled as she gently rubbed Alvin's proud hair. "I don't care what he's planning. We'll go through it together." Ayodhya said sure.

Alvin who heard it nodded happily. He who had been a little moody now returned cheerful. "Mama, I want ice cream." Said.

Ayodhya nodded in agreement. "Come, go!" And then he immediately pulled out his son's fingers.

"But what about Dhea?" Alvin asked who started walking with his mother.

"I have a surprise for him." Reply Ayodhya relax.