My husband turned out to be the Mafia Boss
Chapter 157 Broken Heart
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The three exiled Devils did not go to school today because of the news that Mr. Farhan had gone worldwide even though Mr. Farhan had explained to them but still they were embarrassed because surely his school friends would bully they even though the school belongs to their Daddy.
Over and over again Mr. Farhan explains that the news is a lie and tells them to go to school but they don't want to hear dirty and bad words about his Daddy. That was the reason why they were not allowed to enter today.
"Daddy did say it was a trap.. Don't listen to the words of others you trust Daddy...?" asked Mr. Farhan at once to explain to the three Devil's curls.
The three nodded as they stared into Mr. Farhan's face. "We have always believed in Daddy, but we don't want to hear people insult Daddy" Hamas said.
"Yes Dad, we'd better be at the house duru if the news is not hot then we'll go to sekorah" said Azhar.
"Yes Dad Lia does not want to be confused with the celita-celita about Daddy even though they do not know who is familiar.." said Aulia also said. It was clearly the sad face of the three curls. And Mr. Farhan is well aware of that, apparently last night's news really made the children of the Devil fall.
"May Ara not see the fake news" whispered Mr. Farhan inwardly. Feeling afraid if his wife sees it will definitely make things worse. He was so sick that Aranya was still alive that is why Mr. Farhan said so.
Not knowing if Jons had seen him and was so angry at him it might seem like Jons was really angry that he did not go back to the Mansion. I don't know what Jons' plan will be she'll become an enemy of her once-loving husband.
"Yes if that's what you want, don't get out of the Mansion! Daddy went to the office first" said Mr. Farhan kissed the heads of his three children and immediately left from there. The three kerucils stared at the departure of the Daddy until it was not seen again because Mr. Farhan had entered the elevator. Three kerucils went into each room to pick up something and would come down later for breakfast.
On the ground floor Mr. Farhan saw his parents only Mr. Wijaya and Mrs Mita who were at the dining table while the others were out of nowhere.
Mr. Farhan stepped closer to the two who were eating in silence. "Ma, Pa" called Mr. Farhan when his parents stopped eating and looked at his only son.
"Let's have breakfast first" Madame Mita asked.
"There is no need for Ma Farhan to hurry" replied Mr. Farhan he then shook his back.
Just as he was about to step suddenly the voice of the baritone belonging to Lord Wijaya stopped the steps of the Demon King and the man looked flat on his father's face.
"What are you planning on doing next with Farhan's model woman? the bad news about you has already shocked the world"
"I'm going to marry that model Pa" replied Mr. Farhan flatly and it triggered Madam Mita's adrenaline rush.
"Can't! what about Mama Farhan's daughter-in-law! have you forgotten it! Mama didn't accept your decision!" mita looked at her son. The one in the face only displays ordinary expressions.
"I go first" did not argue he was waltzing away leaving a middle-aged woman who was stressed.
"Have let him settle his personal affairs anyway the world is more and more talking about the ugliness of our son also the stock decreases drastically due to this problem even though Papa knows it is their wits... let them get married then the problem will be solved" explained Mr. Wijaya calm his wife.
"You agree?.. don't expect Papa to get the ration tonight" exclaimed Madam Mita with her eyes rolling, not liking her to leave Mr. Wijaya with her mouth wide open.
"No! don't do it, baby!!" shouted Mr. Wijaya who immediately ran after the wife who was sulking. It is true that the night ration is not in love even though Mr. Wijaya has thought of various poses when doing dough hots later.
On the other side Richo was heading to the second floor he was asked for help by the friend who was in Mexico who wanted to talk to Aulia.
With a long step Richo entered the elevator pressing the number 2 not long ago the elevator door opened again and Richo hurried to Aulia's room.
"Non Aulia can Uncle come in?" yelled Richo but there was no word he ventured to open the door but there was no one he then went out and went to Azhar's room.
Tok tok tok tok tok tok
Tok tok tok tok tok tok
"Lake in!" sounds good from within.
FLECKISH
"Oh Uncle Licho" exclaimed Aulia with a faint smile.
"What's Uncle here for?" asked Hamas to put his phone on the bed followed by his two younger siblings they looked strangely at the new two-headed man. Tumben came here once. Think three little devils.
"Sorry to interrupt the time of the young Master and Miss, Uncle Tio wants to talk to Miss Aulia" explained Richo who immediately handed her cellphone to Aulia clearly visible handsome face from the phone screen.
Aulia smiled slightly. "Hallo Uncle, what cabal?" ask Aulia base stale. While the two little Devils stared dislikefully at Tio, it seemed like they were still vengeful for Tio's behavior on his sister yesterday.
"God! what do you want Uncre Tio yeast!" sewot Azhar sneered in his heart.
"Well Miss, how's Miss doing, right?" tanya Tio from sebrang. The man was very worried when he read the shocking news, he was afraid that the young lady was why-why he was so far away from the dear woman that is why he contacted Richo quickly.
"Okay Uncle, ummm.. Why doesn't Uncel have a phone on Lia's phone?" aulia asked with a frown while in another country was confused by Aulia's question. He called Aulia's number but it looks like the number has been blocked.
"Eh! Uncle phone repeatedly but can't Miss" Tio replied in surprise.
"Well, I don't want Uncle calling Aulia, cih! cheap" whispered Hamas inwardly.
"But Lia's cell phone is active telus time does not enter Uncle anyway" Aulia then glanced sharply at her two little girl's brother already understand now who else is the culprit if not her two brothers.
While the one in the face just put his shoulder indifferently. Suddenly a call from the phone was heard making the attention in Azhar's room glanced at the phone. Seen a blonde woman sitting and hugging the friendly Tio it did not escape Aulia's sight.
"Whose uncle is it?" aulia's question left Tio silent as she could not answer a question so easy but so difficult to say. His tongue suddenly complained that the man could not answer.
"Daughter" someone replied. Not Tio but the newly-emerged woman. Instantly made Aulia moody with a sorrowful bowed face.
"Uncle Tio was already well Lia busy" Aulia directly handed the phone to Richo. With doubt Richo took it. Hamas and Azhar have been furious with Tio.
"Bas on the old man!" azhar murmured.
"Uncle Tio is already on the red list on our family card!" Hamas grumbled but only inwardly.
Elsewhere in Mexico, a man stares in annoyance at the woman beside him. "Why are you saying that?!" tio asked in a slightly high voice.
"Eh, why? is it your fault that you are my girlfriend" he replied with furrowed brows in wonder.
"But not in front of Miss Aulia I don't like it!" ketus Tio looked at the woman beside him.
"Why? you're so weird, Tio.. What's wrong with that little girl?"
"She's the girl I love, and the girl that keeps me from sleeping. If you know that!" the sentence was eager to be uttered but could only be in the heart.
"Huh! never mind, forget it" he exhaled his heavy breath.
"Excuse Uncle Miss" whispered Tio inwardly feeling guilty towards the little girl he had been guarding since childhood but had already hurt his heart.
Whereas in the Main Mansion Aulia was already crying miserably and her two brothers hugged her tightly. "Have not cried, it is Uncle Tio's right after all Uncle Tio is an adult does not fit with Lia" explained Hamas patting Aulia's small back.
"Hiks, hiks, Uncle Tio is evil!" exclaim Aulia.
"Already well Ria do not nagis yeast" said Azhar calm his sister.
"Have not thought of Uncle Tio again, now let's play" Hamas and Aulia nodded softly. Wiping his tears as well as his snot the three kucil Devil was back to play their respective phones with war games that have been worldwide.
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