My Possessive Rich Man

R a n d o m

"Doctor! Let me in!" Raden with an angry face overtakes the steps of the doctor who will handle the delivery of his wife.

At nine o'clock last night Alula slipped in the bathroom. His stomach was hit hard enough.

A collision in the abdomen during pregnancy can potentially cause placental abruption.

This condition is characterized by the placenta being partially or completely detached from the uterine wall that endangers the mother and fetus.

In addition, the fetal heartbeat becomes problematic because it does not get enough oxygen.

If not treated properly, it can lead to the death of the fetus or mother. Heard that from one of Raden's nurses.

Fortunately this happens in the third trimester of pregnancy, although this danger can occur in any trimester of pregnancy, at least the doctor will be able to take action faster because the baby in the womb is enough to be born.

Just now Raden signed a letter of approval for the operation. The best hospitals and doctors are the best choice. Hope Alula and her son will be okay.

"Better, sir just wait outside."

Doctor Fahmi gives understanding to her patient's husband. If the anxious look of Raden is continuously displayed, it will certainly interfere with the labor process itself.

Raden slammed open the operating room door into a row. "What the fuck? My wife is in pain inside!" Jerk her.

"But Sir, ..."

The doctor's words are interrupted when Karlina tries to help him. "Raden, Doctor's right, we better wait outside."

"How to Lula Buk. She must be scared inside without me." Sluggishly.

"Lula brave Raden." Karlina and Abhimanyu patted her son's shoulder trying to strengthen.

Raden retreated and the doctor came in and closed the door of the operating room, Abhimanyu and Karlina sat down while Raden walked over, incising anxiety on his handsome face.

Recalling how Alula groaned in pain while holding back Raden's contractions in fear. Just a moment they are together not to happen something that is not-no.

Panting waiting, Raden again grabbed the phone from his pants pocket. The message he sent to Bastian had not yet received an answer that had not even been opened at all, already from an hour ago Raden continued to try to call but no one raised.

At this time, Bastian should be there to provide calm as usual but this time Bastian went nowhere.

While Abhimanyu struggled with his cell phone, trying to make a phone call to his second son, this afternoon the boy said there would be work until late at night.

Not if Abi is not worried about his daughter's son, Arga is still under surveillance because the child can not be independent like his first son. Just love to gather and play around with friends urakan.

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Precisely at one in the morning, in the room dugem elite colored lights, dugem place that is not only for drunk but also in the designation for those who like to play games.

The place is filled with young people from the elite, handsome men and flocked adoration aunt-tante arisan.

Arga Mas Andaru, now sitting leaning on a soft sofa, dim lights disguised his good looks and remix music sounding too pampering the ears.

The drink he sipped was not wine or cocktails, but orange ice as usual. All his friends were poultice, and Arga was never shy about doing that.

For him, may be friends but not to ruin his life. Wejangan from his father and mother still Arga hold tight like my balloon there are five.

One woman and one man sat by her side. They were lovers of different ages. Metta is the name of the woman who struggled on the chest field Boy the Arjuna crocodile.

"Boy. Your friend, why don't you drink and never be with a woman?" Metta screamed until Arga heard it too.

"I don't taste!" Arga often comes here, but never with women though. Here he sees the world with his mischievous friends.

To not tarnish the family's good name, Arga chose to hide his identity. No one knows Arga's son of nobility.

One more handsome young man came in and sat by Arga's side, he's Dimas one of the idol youths in the nightclub.

"Lo really don't want to see a new aunt at this club? Sexy Cuy." He patted Arga's thigh.

"What really?" Boy sneaking curious. Usually if there is a new overexcited Aunt, the first young boy to be targeted.

"There's me, yeah!" Metta reached out to her lover's ear furiously.

Boy scowling. "Dear, I just want to make a bargain for Arga." His kill.

"Wouldn't you?" Sambar Dimas looked back at Arga.

"Related." Arga dismissively refused.

They don't know who Abhimanyu Kertawiguna is? If you find out the origin of the Arga lineage, you might not dare to offer Auntie to him.

Without getting paid, Arga is able to buy whatever he wants. Abhimanyu's pocket money is more than enough to meet his glamorous needs.

"Serius Lo Ga huh? Tuh Aunty bohay really, what else can she love money a hundred million semalem, want nyari where try, a hundred million just make a lonely woman, no need to bother." Persuade Dimas.

"Official wife?" Sambar Boy was curious.

Dimas. "The wife of two conglomerates, maybe her husband can't shake anymore so come here looking for young leaves." He chuckles amusedly.

"What if I do not? One hundred million cuy." Boy is not afraid of his lover's jealousy. One hundred million could buy his new gaming device.

Dimas. If the Boy continues to attack, the club will be quiet for a long time, no new idol poking to the surface. Dimas wants to, Arga's taking part. Arga handsome, dashing, bule again.

"Lo really don't want to be the cem-ceman Aunty Aunty?"

"No." Reject Arga again cold. He took his drink and gulped.

"Lo said he wanted to open a business, this Auntie would be able to be rich Ga, if semalem one hundred million, you imagine how many weeks."

Dimas pointed to one beautiful woman sitting on the bartender's chair. "Look at the body. Still smooth, like just in the care but rarely in the caress."

"Bruuuffhh!" Arga spouted his drink back. Saliva. Glared at the beautiful face of Aunt Dimas talking about.

Boy laughed crisply at that. "Let's see it's already persimmon Lo, finally my friend is not gay. Arga sane woy!" Her clumsiness.

"Well, won't you?" Dimas enthusiastic.

Arga. Not that, but, the woman Arga saw shouldn't be here. "Gue unplug, sorry." Arga grabbed and opened the wallet and put the tips on his desk and then got up.

"Where are you going?" Dimas' question got no answer. Arga came out of the room and stepped out of the club tonight.

"That's!" Boy's scream was ignored.

His heart made a joke, the world will be stirred if they all know who Auntie peddling in a nightclub with the lure of a hundred million per night.