My Cold Husband's
Chapter.79 The Boy Grandson
"My mother was my nelfon, she said her father wanted to meet with us" Devan said between breakfasts.
"Mother's father?? Is that your grandfather?" tiara
"Yes, I know him" Devan said.
Tiara's eyeballs are rounded.
"Dear you are serious? Where did you meet?" tanyanya, so serious he stopped his eating activities.
"Mr Erdan Mehmed is my cute client" Devan said, focusing on his food.
"Waahh! Honey does Mr. Erdan know that you're his granddaughter?" tiara asked curiously.
"Either! Although the mother did not say if she had a son before, but I believe that with the power that Mr. Erdan she must have known" said Devan, now has completed his meal, as well as Tiara.
"So after this we go straight there or go home first baby?" tiara asked as she tidied up their eating marks.
"Erdan's house is in the city next door, it looks like we just go there" Devan said paying attention to his wife's activities.
"Imut, you should just sit down so that I tidy up" said Devan took over the work of the wife, Tiara could only obey because it was useless she refused, because her husband did not like to accept objections.
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As Devan and Tiara were preparing to return home from Mahendra's residence, the car carrying Grandma and Sandra had just entered the grounds of the house.
"Where are you going?" ask Sandra who just got out of the car.
"We want to go home mom, Grandma" Devan replied with his flat face.
"Why is the hunt so bad??" ask nek Roses.
"There are important jobs that cannot be left behind" Devan said.
"Have your heart on the road, if there is time, can mommy play to your residence?" sandra.
"May dong mommy" Tiara said with a warm smile.
"Yes mom, Grandma, we're leaving first huh. Assalamualaikum" said Devan then stepped towards the car, not forgetting his hand always holding the tang of the wife.
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"Hallo boy, where are you?" ask for a voice across the phone.
"We'll be there soon" said Tiara.
"Yes mother wait yes, mother is impatient" said Lifia
"Yes mother"
The phone was disconnected.
After covering a distance of about two hours, now they have reached the city of B, even entered an elite classical-style housing but looks very majestic.
In front of the house there is Lifia who stands impatiently waiting for her son and daughter-in-law to come at her parents' dimension.
"Alhamdulillah you have arrived, let's go in son" said Lifia embracing Tiara's hand, and Devan just tailed from behind.
"You sit and wait here, mom, call your opa first" said Lifia, highlighting her eyes showing an inevitable happiness.
How not, he who always gets a cynical glance from his brother or sister-in-law for not having children, will now silence them with the arrival of his only son.
Lifia had told her what happened twenty-seven years ago truthfully to her father. And Mr. Erdan did not respond to anything, he only asked to be reunited with his grandson. Until you arrive today.
"Hey who are you??" said a young woman, with a tall body and tight clothes attached to her body.
Devan remained calm, without even glancing at the woman in the slightest. Unlike Tiara, she was uncomfortable with the arrival of a woman she believed might be her age.
"We are guests of Lady Eliphia" Devan replied flatly.
"Ohh, the aunt mand*l's guest" replied the woman as soon as Devan's jaw hardened.
"Why are you angry? in fact, that's right, that aunt Elif mand*l can't have children, and I'm the only granddaughter of Erdan's opa" said the woman arrogantly.
"Oh yes if you see that you are quite handsome as well" he said stepping closer to Devan, making Devan's hand even more clenched.
"Stop your step or you'll regret it!!" devan said with stifled emotions.
"Heh, who are you doing at my house?" yelled the woman.
Tiara could only hug Devan's arm, she herself was actually very uncomfortable in this kind of situation, let alone having to deal with the haughty woman before her now.
"Why are the rich on arrogant pompous anyway" Inner Tiara.
"He's opa's grandson!!" said Mr. Erdan who had just emerged from his room followed by Lifia.
Devan and Tiara looked up at the source of the sound.
"What opa means? Opa picked up a poor child on the street and adopted opa as his grandchild?" said the woman was arrogant.
"Shut your mouth, Alena!! That handsome guy is my son! My real son!" lifia said loudly.
Alena just kept quiet with a wry smile and a face of disbelief.
Lifia and Mr. Erdan sat down to join Tiara and Devan regardless of the woman named Alena.
Alena is the only granddaughter of Mr. Erdan and his older sister, Yukas Mehmed. The arrogant and arrogant person that Alena has is a derivative of the father. Despite being siblings, Yukas and Lifia did not get along with each other. Because Jukas had a bad heart and always envied his only sister.
Especially after the incident Lifia failed in marriage with Dani, the person who most loudly laughed at him was Yukas and his wife.
"Felt!! That is the result if it is against the will of the parents" said Yukas at the time.
Until Lifia remarried to the lord Khalid, and had no children Yukas and his wife were also the most afraid of mocking and insinuating.
Especially when Mr. Khalid died and left so much treasure for Lifia. The envious nature of his envy grew increasingly turbulent.
Being the only granddaughter of Mr. Erdan, making Alena's arrogance and arrogance add up to. Because he felt he would be the sole heir to the company that his grandfather managed.
Because until now Mr. Erdan was reluctant to give up his company to the eldest son, Yukas. With confidence Alena considers if his grandfather will directly give the power to him.
"Alena you sit here" said Mr. Erdan.
With a sour face Alena also obeyed the opa's orders.
At once Devan and Erdan's views collided.
Highlight the same eyes, a slightly similar face although different generations, but it is undeniable there is a tinge of happiness on the face of Mr. Erdan, in contrast to Devan who remains with his flat expression.
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