My Possessive Rich Man

Forgetting

The second night Alula slept in her old house, completely deserted that Alula felt even though Aryan, Nakula, Rini and her nephew existed, this togetherness felt strange, strange, what does it mean that Alula is used to her new life? I don't know either.

Alula returns without the sweet Ayu, without the restful Arga, without the gentle Karlina, without Raden always paying attention to her condition in detail.

In the simple living room Alula sits on a worn brown sofa facing the television, at the dining table there is Rini Aryan's wife who keeps nagging indistinctly.

"It's good that someone wants to give us a new place to live, why move here again? When do you have your thoughts going forward? Keep remembering parents who are no longer there. Lula again. So the conglomerate's wife must obey so she won't be returned."

Instead of saying Alula is busy with her own inner struggle, watching Korean movies but her mind is somehow on who.

"When are you silent? I'm tired of hearing it. Lula's business is none of your business, Lula still wants to go to college, getting married is not her plan, she's still not old enough to get married." Bela Aryan's.

"Your brothers are the same!" Rini slammed the lap in her hand then grabbed her son and entered into her room still with a smile on her lips.

Yesterday Rini was able to show off the new house to her friends, because Raden she had a decent place to live and now back to the old house because Alula wanted it more.

Even though in Kindergarten his son, all mothers like to insult him. And since Raden became the husband of Alula Rini no longer insulted.

Aryan soon follows his wife into the room while Nakula sits by the side of her twin sister who cries as she pleases.

"You crying?" Nakula grabbed the tissue from the table and gave it to Alula.

"The movie is sad." Lirih Alula.

Nakula frowned, it made no sense if the movie that Alula was watching was sad. "It's Lula's comedy."

"But sad." Alula is restless.

Nakula grabbed the remote control and turned off the television. "No more watching than making you cry!" Ketus.

"Don't!" Alula shouted as she sobbed to beat up her brother.

"Why?" Reply Nakula who was also shouting.

"There's no reason to cry anymore." Sendu Alula.

"Well, what's the cry?"

Alula shakes. "I don't know, I keep thinking about Om Raden, in the room, here even to the toilet Lula inget him, huhu." Back the woman sobbed.

"You kangen?"

"Well, why am I missing? He didn't miss me, after putting me in the most difficult position, he threw me out."

Sometimes, Alula herself does not understand her feelings, maturity still needs her to dig back to understand the situation herself.

Morning has spread the aroma of peace, the coolness of the dew is scattered along with the aroma of fried rice that makes the stomach hungry.

Alula prepared with college clothes, in her closet there are no old clothes, Raden explained had replaced them with new ones.

Inevitably Alula wore it, Alula cleaned up the books, then came out with her bag after tidy.

At the dinner table Nakula already faced a plate containing special fried rice, Alula was sitting at Nakula's side facing her plate.

Aryan does often make breakfast for his sisters because Aryan's wife does not want to take care of Nakula and Alula.

Aryan then sat down and gave Nakula and Alula pocket money with the same amount of five hundred thousand rupiah.

Nakula glanced at her brother. "Not much bang? Is Rini not angry? Nula does still have a credit card facility Bang Raden but Nula does not intend to use it because Lula already does not live in Bang Raden's house, but five hundred thousand of you are too much for me."

"It's okay. He still works at Raden's company. So you still have money for your snacks, don't think about anything, your job is just a real lecture, no need to protest." Aryan.

Alula looked at her brother. "Didn't you want to get out of Om Raden's company?" Ask.

"Yes, anyway." Alula said, what Aryan said is true.

All need material, at least while looking for new opportunities do not throw away the old first.

"Yes, eat breakfast and leave." Aryan's Word.

Nakula looked back at Aryan while still processing her food. "Yes, two more weeks Nula same Lula want no freshman camping. You have money for us to follow?" Ask.

Aryan nodded. "There was. I told you already, you guys are quite a real lecture. Your pocket money will be your responsible brother."

"Yes. Thank you, may your sustenance continue to flow from any direction." Alula Timpal.

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The day just passed, as usual, this afternoon Alula filled her free time by visiting the comic shop.

From the past, Alula is a girl who likes to read, even often participated in the competition to draw animated characters in various events.

The shop complete with reading room became Alula's favorite place since she was still sitting on the Junior High School bench.

The wide book with many sketches that Alula put on the table then opened it after sitting down.

Alula's backpack was placed on her lap. He started grabbing the place of his special pencil drawings and started etching art scratches on his paper.

Alula has been working on a fun work titled My Possessive Rich Man for a week.

The plan, the comic will be Alula diverted to digital and released after getting several tens of chapters of the plot.

Galang who will help him release his prank work. And this is, Alula's first work.

Instead of thinking about the pain of her heart, Alula preferred to pour her yearning into a charcoal pen scratch.

The face of the character that Alula made is not much different from the physical of her husband and her female figure is very similar to her.

Abandoned, is the storyline that Alula took for her first work.

"Love is blind, love is illogical, love is just draining, love is not worth having, love needs good understanding, love needs good understanding, but to understand a love we need half a century of living with it."

The words that Alula suddenly heard made the girl turn to the right side.

Just like one year ago Arga sat down with his canned drink on the table.

"Gapain you?" Sambar Alula ketus.

Arga turned his head with a pretentious face surprised even closed his mouth. "OMG sister-in-law. You're here?"

Alula shakes. "I know you're sitting here on purpose."

"Not intentionally like last year." Arga and Alula frowned.

"You know brother-in-law. One year ago I had a chance to pray to God Almighty, Oh God don't make that fierce girl my soul mate, finally granted, you become my Mas wife, thank God." Arga said.

"Silter." Surprise Alula. "Stress is a person." His inner. Only the forehead creased without daring to interrupt.

"Don't GeEr, I'm just one of the victims of an online novel that tells of an accidental meeting, a big fight at a comic store and a match."

Alula rolled her eyeballs. "Gosh my god."

"Regardless of all this ubsurd accident, I pangling to see you, you used to be very shabby and now very sweet after meeting my Mas." Praise Arga smile.

How did Alula forget Raden? While everything related to the male ruler is still often seen in the retina.