My Possessive Rich Man

Whiney

"Emelly's crazy, you bitch!" Those swear words came out from the owner of a pretty, wrinkled face.

Eyang Sukma Kusuma, the name of the old woman. At the age of entering the number seventy, Eyang is still able to come here and there and still look young.

The kanjeng Mammi kebaya dress is also beautifully attached to its synthetic body. Javanese conde makeup is also a characteristic of Eyang.

Eyang is the grandmother of Raden Mas Rafael who is native to central Java and married Italian Caucasians, that is why Raden and other grandchildren have a face and language that is mixed.

Already from noon Eyang was watching his grandson, information from Sindy made Eyang come down directly to find out who Raden's lover was.

Eyang's car is not far from the car on Alula, Eyang witnessed for himself how Emelly seduced his granddaughter even though he already knew in the car there was Alula.

Anyang considered, Raden still can not move on from the woman with the strange personality. It is not without reason that Eyang forbids the relationship of Raden and Emelly.

Emelly's family's chaotic origins and strange personality make Eyang insist on not blessing them.

Reasonable. Parents always want the best for their children and grandchildren.

"It's rude of Emelly to rape my handsome granddaughter?" Eyang cursed Emelly while shaking his fan quickly.

Soon enough, Eyang's rage lessens as Raden manages to evade Emelly.

"Joko!" Eyang patted the shoulder of his loyal driver.

"Dalem Ndoro."

"We follow Raden's car to his house, but be careful, lest he know we're following him, I want to know where his new girlfriend's house is." Declared.

"Ndoro is good." The driver began to prepare.

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Inside Emelly's house. Raden stepped his feet quickly out of the greenhouse Emelly continued towards his car.

The head began to throb maybe this was the effect of the stimulant drug that he swallowed a moment ago.

Raden opened the door and got into the car. Inside Alula straightened her gaze forward, now Alula was sitting right behind the steering chair. Raden sat down next to his wife who did not rebuke him at all.

Raden knocked down the car door and let Bastian do his thing.

Holding Raden's head turned to Alula, Raden knew Alula was angry with him but there was still a way to explain it after Alula wanted to hear it.

Raden grabbed Alula's hand slowly he held it with an attached gaze. There was no talk of anything, the car drove without any noise from the passengers and the driver.

Raden knew Raden was wrong to take action, but really Raden still has high concern for his former lover.

Forgetting all the memories that Emelly carved over the past five years is not an easy matter.

Raden realized Raden was committed to maintaining a sacred relationship with Alula.

When the car entered the gate of Raden's mansion, Alula came out first with a cold face.

There was no Alula who screamed a cry, spoiled asking in a cradle, berating Raden with her funny mouth, even giving a ridiculous request to the ruler.

Raden snorted looking at Alula, it was certain that Alula was furious at him, because the tip of her anger was that someone was silent.

"Do you think I was wrong? Didn't she ask me to help Emelly?" Raden asked for justification by asking Bastian.

"It was because of the Boss' caring look that made the young Mistress want to know the Boss' true feelings." Bastian.

Raden. "So Alula tested me?"

"It's only natural that the young mistress didn't have a lover before marrying you, but the Boss had Emelly even nearly married her, it's only natural that there were doubts." Bastian.

Raden did not reply, and he got out of the car with a bitter look. In the test of his earnest love, this was very unreasonable.

What's less Raden all this time? Alula was his priority.

Stepping quickly Raden chased after Alula and climbed the stairs, he headed for his room and Alula was about to enter the bathroom with a kimono towel.

"Baby." Call her.

Alula did not reply, Alula continued without responding to her husband.

"Darling!" One call and Alula still won't answer.

"Alula Humaira!" Shouted Raden.

Raden stepped closer, pulling his little wife face to face at the side of the bed.

"We need to talk." Lirih Raden's. Occasionally holding his head and trying to sharpen the gaze that began to wave.

"It's clear, and what else is there to talk about? Om still cares and loves Miss Emelly right?"

"No, ..." Raden shook his head while closed, there was a bang that jolted his heart. The effects of the tiny pill that Raden swallowed were many, including hallucinations and heart palpitations.

"Honest." Alula Cecar.

Raden pinched Alula's sweet chin, looking at her deeply. "Caring doesn't mean loving, does it?"

"Whatever her name was, Lula realized Lula was not a girl who deserved to compete with such a beautiful violinist." Gel Alula's.

Raden smiled in annoyance. "Why do I want to, why did I get out of there? He turned himself in to me, and I chose to go home with you."

"Kalo Om is a jerk like Om Bas, Alula thumbs up when Om runs away from the temptation, but Lula knows, Om is not a jerk, Om is a jerk, thin the difference between choosing to leave because of responsibility, or because of love!" Alula has a lot of words to attack her interlocutor.

"His condition says, that Om must run because there is Om's wife outside. Actually what is the basis of Om running from him, keeping the feelings of Om's wife? Or Om's love that's switched with Lula?" There were glasses in her beautiful eyes.

"There is a fear that Lula sees from Om's eyes and body language. If you still love each other, just be together! Do not force a new relationship that is only a formality, because in a marriage relationship also need love!"

"I love you Baby." Sergei Raden. He sat on the side of the bed, with his head held.

Alula frowned realizing Raden's face was flushed, "Om why? Om fever?" Alula stuck her fingers on Raden's forehead.

"No." Raden shook his head and took off his t-shirt haphazardly, his chest fluctuating with a chaotic roar of breath looking at Alula.

The goosebumps he rubs trying to reduce the gelenyar that runs throughout his body.

"Om why hmm?" Alula Cecar. He began to suspect. He swiped the man's chest field trying to check his body temperature.

Raden shook his head to accept Alula's touch of opium. "Already, don't touch this Yank." Sluggishly. Raden hissed to reduce his itchiness and sultryness.

"Why?" Alula frowned.

"Emelly gave me a stimulant pill, it seemed to start reacting."

"Pills?"

Raden nodded. There was no stimulation whatsoever, the exclusive stick in his pants started to harden.

Raden took off his clasp and threw it haphazardly, he took off his shoes and then downed the water from the nightstand, instead Raden died down even more thirsty.

"Oh my God." Raden hissing tormented.

Remembering, their commitment is, will not do intimate activities before being sure to fall in love with each other.

"Lula prepare cold water well." Bargain Alula.

"Hm!" Raden nodded with his eyes closed then dropped his back on a cushion.

Alula walks into the bathroom, no matter how she feels, Alula feels sorry to see her husband's condition as tormented.

Alula fills the bathtub with cold water, people say one way to reduce the stimulant is water with zero degrees, and Alula wants to try it.

Because, it is impossible for Alula to surrender while the relationship is not clear. Patiently Alula filled the bathub.

Before long, a soft, circular touch on his stomach, Raden could feel his hold on the solid mound at the back of Alula.

"Dear." Raden's breathing roared so noisily, his libido production began to rise.

Alula swallows the nervous salivary. "Wait a minute the water's not full yet."

"Hmm, Yank." Nanar Raden Itch, it feels floundering, wants a touch, even touches something. He flipped Alula's body facing him.

"Give me a kiss." Like a sakau man, Raden whined.

"Of."

"Please."

...Patience Gaiss, sometimes long reviuw in the editor, so pray not long reviuw. ...