My Possessive Rich Man

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Raden did not wait a long time, he immediately finished work in Korea and then returned home on a private jet.

An agitated sigh accompanies every breath. Alula did not want to pick up the phone from him, it meant that she was very disappointed in him.

Alula is not a woman who is silent if she does not like it, but if she does not want to complain anymore, it is certainly disappointed deeper.

At night asked for a ration on the bed and his dawn had disappeared. Who is comfortable with such a husband. Now he's afraid Galang will be a threat.

Only eight and a half hours of dirty time for a trip from Korea to Indonesia, this afternoon Raden has stepped on the yard of his mansion.

Guards bowing their heads in disdain, descending from Raden's car continued to step up the steps of his porch.

Raden came in and Karlina's room where he went for the first time. Yesterday Ayu said Karlina was sick, so Raden preferred to look at his mother first.

The door of Karlina's room he pushed, apparently Karlina sat staring at the big window with a blank look.

Raden approached and bent his knees, looking up at his mother with pushy eyes. "Mother good?"

Quite a long time Karlina was silent and then she remembered something to do.

"Mom is tired." Wiry and powerless as Karlina said that.

"When why?" Raden held his mother's hand trying to transfer power.

"Too many things that you've experienced, now at a time like this, your Father never even swiped at you."

"Maybe Romo is disinclined or ashamed."

Karlina smiled bitterly. "It's not worth forgiving your Father's mistakes, but even to hate her I can't afford to, do you think Mom's the dumbest woman in the world?"

Raden. "The greatest mother Raden ever knew, the strongest and best woman Raden had ever known. To be like Mom, even Ayu and Alula will never be able and will not let Raden be able to. They have to be realistically not as melancholy as Mom."

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Elsewhere moments later, Alula sits on a backyard couch, the pollen from her flowers soothing a tired soul.

She swayed Kaesang who was fast asleep on the rattan swing after today attending college and becoming the center of attention.

Taking care of the baby while in college, it was an incredible struggle. Alula strong lived both well despite often frowning while her husband was busy.

"You're in-law." Arga dropped his ass right on Alula's side. "More." The handsome young man handed out an old book, a novel by Hilman Hariwijaya.

"What's this?" Alula received with a gaze pointed at the handsome face of her sister-in-law.

"That's a great novel of 1992." Said Arga.

Alula had frowned when she saw the title of the novel that is quite aesthetic, another title with a novel today that raises a hot bed and passion for the future as the appeal of the reader.

"Olga roller skates?"

Arga nodded. "Yes, it's a girl's epoch novel. It used to be a trend in his era. Great literary writing for the Nineties." Evidently.

"You're good this way, because I'm your brother-in-law or something else?"

"I used to ruin your sketches, novels and comics, right? So consider it a novel instead. Later if I have a good novel and comic again, I love you again."

"I like stories, whether they're comics, novels or even movies, even games that have a series of stories I like."

"So what's your goal?"

"Anything, as long as it can be proud and in accordance with my passion."

"Don't tell me you're also fond of reading old erotic novels." Alula charged with the clap of the book that landed on Arga's thigh.

"But make no mistake, they write it's not because it's dirty brain, well it does need a dirty brain to write things like that."

"Past-age novels were more erotic. You know why, there is a writer who wrote in the introduction to his book, he claimed in his day, people write erotic stories because it is driven by hunger. Paying a piece of erotic story worth a dollar is really good for buying something to prop up the stomach. He argues hunger leads to sexual fantasies, not to the energy of sexual power."

"Oh yeah? It's a pity, but at least now there are many forums for those writers to be themselves, expressing their illusions." Connect Alula.

Arga smile. "You also keep the spirit, the comic you made is very good. I love the way you create your character. Your comedy soul is also very tickling, do not stop working just because you gave birth to a child. There are still many animators and even female comic artists who already have many children and still exist today." His statement.

"I don't know if I'll get support from my husband or not." Lirih Alula.

"Eh." Raden stood right on the side of the sofa that Arga and Alula were sitting on.

The unfriendly face began to grow. Yesterday Galang was now his own brother who tried to get close to his wife. At least Arga is also very handsome, Alula could be slapped if often together, what else is their conversation connected because it has the same penchant.

Raden is silent but Arga knows the implied message from his Mas who banishes him without speaking. "Ok, I'm going." He raised his hand and got up from his seat and left.

Alula turned around. Alula just shut up. The woman instead switched on the Kaesang swing.

Raden sat by Alula's side, there was nothing he wanted to do but touch his little wife, never to be absent, just saw it Raden was no longer able to condition his hand that felt softly Alula's smooth thigh.

"Mammi same Kaesang good?"

Raden needs to persuade his wife with things that will surely make Alula melt. Although in acuhan. He grabbed Alula's stomach slowly so as not to hurt the stitches. He hugged the woman from behind.

His lips were attached to Alula's ear lobe, his hands gently rubbing Kaesang's tiny legs. "Mammi have time today? Somebody wants Papi to show me." Persuaded him.

Important work to do. To keep the household awake. "Dear shower, beautiful makeup, we go somewhere." Bring along.

Alula glanced at the little. "What indeed? Romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant? Shopping at a store or something? Lula males."

"Hey. Is that all your husband can give you? Come on, Mammi would love to." Sergei Raden.

Alula pulled the corner of her lips. "The end is also Papi who asks for something later. Usually also that, Mammi protests continue to be invited to romantic dinner, then end up in bed, it is common."

Raden gave a crispy chuckle. "Oh my God, I'm sorry my wife." His word. He was anxious and tightened his embrace.

"It's another Yank, there's something you need to visit, and this place Papi deliberately created long before Kaes was born. Something different from a romantic night grave, something that might make you turn yourself over to me so happy."

Alula thought hard behind her residence.

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