My Possessive Rich Man

Restless Raden

The flickering urban lights spoiled Raden's eyes which now stood on the balcony floor of the five-star hotel room presidential suite.

Wet-haired Raden felt the sensation of the night wind that hit the face, all day Raden was busy, the schedule met the agenda.

Not a single bit Raden could see his phone, just now he was soaking for almost an hour and a half.

Remembering Alula's sweet face, Raden left the balcony walking in towards her super king bed.

The phone he never opened, he just grabbed. Trying to open a photo gallery filled with pictures of his Alula.

Besides that, why open the phone? No one important contacted him.

Since her return, Alula has never called again or just chatted asking news. Raden's cell phone was quiet no one rang it.

Because starting from yesterday, if the business of work must be through the phone assistant and private secretary Raden, not his personal mobile phone.

Raden frowned as he read the contact that read 'Oh Baby' on the screen with twenty missed calls.

"Baby called me this much?" Her muttering. Since when did he miss his wife's phone? Why don't you hear his ears? Alula must have called when Raden took a bath in the bathtub.

Back Raden lay a reply call to the number 'Oh Baby' on his screen. He heard carefully the innate connecting tone.

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^^^In others termpat.^^^

There is nothing special today, as yesterday Alula was always lonely even in the midst of activity, Alula breezed after attending three courses.

Fortunately choosing an Animation study program is quite fun, Alula will learn animation creation techniques ranging from designing 2D and 3D characters, making storyboards, writing scenarios, to video editing.

Alula will also be taught how to add sound effects to the display of animation that has been made before.

Some of the courses that Alula will take in the first and second semesters include, drawing and Illustration, animation basics, elementary design, game basics, storytelling and directing, character design, and more, sound recording and design.

In addition, Alula is also busy making her own story that she will release in the form of online comics and assisted by Galang at launch.

Alula's activities are quite solid, so time does not feel like it's night. At exactly 20:00, Alula was in a hotel after one man gave her a piece of paper.

“Meet me in room number fifty-two, you still need to return the credit card and all the facilities I gave you.” Marked Raden.

Alula sighed deeply, claustrophobic in her chest, not because of the facility requested back, but it proved that Raden had steadily repatriated himself and no longer cared about him.

It's Alula's hope, but it's heavy. Yesterday Alula was still not that scared, why the more the day the more fear of her separation?

Where was the old Alula? The strong Alula faced the affairs of her heart. Being made a shadow lover by Galang for many years Alula was able, why did Raden become weak like this? Does that mean Alula really likes Raden?

To make sure whether or not the written message came from Raden. Alula called Raden many times, but no one answered.

One man said, "Young master won't answer the call, because he's waiting for the young lady at the hotel."

"All right, I'm going there." Alula answered like that this afternoon and now Alula stepped foot into room number fifty-two as written on the message paper.

Alula came here with Galang but because the bodyguard said he could not take Mr. Galang, Alula finally told Galang to wait in the lobby.

Of course Raden will be angry if there is Galang, however they have not officially divorced despite having separated from home.

There was a fight between Alula and Galang, because honestly Galang did not want to let Alula alone in this foreign place, but then Alula managed to convince Galang that she would be fine.

Wearing long black jeans, white sneaker shoes, white short-sleeved shirts and heart-shaped backpacks.

Fifty-two, the hotel room that Alula knocked three times despite having to tremble and start feeling bad. Occasionally swallow that feels bitter so not good feeling.

Kriii.....

Alula's phone rang along with the opening of the fifty-two room door.

Alula swallowed the saliva once more, even rounding her eyes when she realized the awkwardness that was happening, now, this very second Raden called, then who was the man who opened the door of this room?

To make sure she immediately shifted the receive button on her phone screen and placed it on her ear.

"Hello, did Om tell me to go to the hotel room fifty-two?"

📞 "What does Baby mean?"

"Ah." The last complaint that Alula was able to muster after getting a hard blow on her nape.

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"Babys!" In his room, Raden screeched to call someone he was worried about at the moment.

Alula was heard complaining a moment later like there was the sound of a falling object, Raden's mind began to flow.

Room fifty-two? Who told him to go to that room? Raden was at the hotel but not in Jakarta.

Raden stayed in Bandung because there is one of his colleagues who must be met in this city precisely in this hotel.

Raden was still wearing a dark blue velvet sleeping kimono, and he stepped his long legs out of the room.

Presidential suite class does get facilities such as Penthouse residence or apartments in general. There are several rooms inside even the kitchen, meeting room, television room and living room.

Bastian sat on the living room couch with his bodyguards there.

"Bas. You call the people escorting your young mistress, she just called me but after death can no longer be contacted, I'm worried, my feelings are not good!" Fiery words.

Bastian. "Called?"

"Well, get the information now!" Shouted Raden.

Gegas Bastian grabbed his phone, tried to contact one by one the bodyguards secretly Alula, there was no response even though he repeatedly made calls.

"Damn!" Umpat Bastian was upset while fiddling with his phone.

"Why? What's the matter?" The irate Raden was agitated, entrusting Alula just like that to the many bodyguards still could not calm him down.

"Wait, just be patient, I'll call Nakula or Aryan." Bastian.

Raden moved agitatedly, pacing back and forth, even biting his lower lip furiously. If anything happens to Alula maybe she will never forgive herself.

Bastian's frustrated face again frightened him. "Nihil Nakula and Aryan didn't answer either!" Bastian Gel.

Without a second thought, Raden stepped out of the presidential suite. "We're home, get the fastest chopper ready!" Declared.

What is going on with Alula, who is with her, then what about her condition? Raden could not think more calmly.

The prayers had Raden up high, hoping for the strand of his plea in the ojabah of the owner of the universe.