My enemy is my Prince

My enemy is my Prince
Sudden marriage



"Lo do it in my bathroom!!!" Pekik Natasya was surprised to see Nathan coming out of his bathroom, using only a towel that was coiled around his waist.


"Gu-gue takes a shower!" Nathan replied nervously.


"Get out now, let's get out!!" Natasya drives Nathan away by pushing her hand against Nathan's shoulder.


When Natasya pushes Nathan he accidentally slips, as a result Natasha falls down holding onto Nathan's towel and.....


Tup.....


The towel fell on Natasya's face. Natasya's face was tightly covered with that white towel. Nathan, who felt himself completely naked, immediately went into Natasya's blanket bed.


"Nathan,, el-lo put on a shirt first there. keep coming back here" Natasya said.


"I-iya" replied Nathan nervously instead of playing. Fortunately, his inheritance was not seen live by Natasya. If you can't be a beaver.


Before Nathan stepped his foot further, Mamah Dira walked into Natasya's room with bulging eyes.


"What are you doing!!!" His screech echoed in the corner of his Natas room.


Because of hearing his Mamah's voice, Natasya immediately threw the towel into any direction. He saw Nathan rushing off with his blanket, but first Mamah Dira.


"We don't know what to do with aunty. Nathan just hitchhiked in the bathroom. I swear it's just that" Nathan said, giving Pice.


"Yes mah. Nathan was just in the bathroom!" Clearly Natasya is still with a tight position on the floor.


Mamah Dira was researching around. He looked at Natasha and Nathan in turn. "Keep how can Nathan be naked round on your bed Natasha!" Pekik Dira frontal.


"So that's..." Natasha was ashamed, she could not say honestly to her Mom.


The two were silent in a position to bow to each other. They both feel guilty.


'Gue fool..why I recited what ART had said anyway' Grutu Nathan swore at himself as well as Art had proposed.


"Reply!!!. Okay, you've admitted it, Nathan's wearing your clothes now" Nadira said.


Silent silence he bertos ria on one of the Art earlier that helped his rotten plan.


After that he immediately informed Nafisa of this, of course without the knowledge of Natasha and Nathan.


"This is all because you know not. Hiks. Mamah must not have believed me" Natasha cried.


Nathan is accused of feeling more guilty, he does not know. If it can get this way. "Sorry I don't know. I'm just following the proposal from Art your house. He said the clock hasn't woken up yet. It just so happens that the bathroom in the guest room is again damaged" Nathan explained.


He wants to calm Natasya down but she is embarrassed, because now only Natasya's thick blanket protects her handsome body.


Nathan goes out of Natasha's room with a blanket.


Natasha was still crying in her room. 'Why is this so anyway'


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"Seriously you're Dir?" tanya Nafisa doesn't believe that their plan works one hundred percent.


"Yes, there's a little drama asking them to get married. And done" said Nadira without guilt.


"Well, I didn't know it, I wanted to be our friend. Heummm..pen has my grandson Dir!!" Nafisa.


"Leave for it, there is already a production place" Nadira laughed crisply.


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After a debate that divorces Natasha, Nadira, and Nafisa. They finally got married at noon today.


Nathan was so nervous he didn't expect to get married so soon. Especially with his enemy.


In one breath Nathan uttered the Kabul ijab.


"Well.." Say the witnesses who are none other than the family of the bride and groom.


After that Natasya kisses the back of Nathan's hand and Nathan immediately kisses Natasya's head.


With Nadira and Nafisa the most excited. They captured that historic moment. Even though they were crying to each other this morning, now they were just smiling, there were no gloomy and sad faces in sight.


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"Where the hell, Natasya. No, not the dateng." Ara was still waiting for Natasya to arrive at school.


"Gue wants revenge can't happen" he said.


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