My Possessive Rich Man

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Raden sipped a drink from Alula's glass. Just getting to know, they have shared food and even drinks.

"So why are you dealing with Emelly? I just asked!" Reload Raden.

Alula gulped down her drink and looked back at Raden after rubbing her lips with a tissue.

"Lula said that, right? Alula's house is bought by Miss Emelly, which is why Lula wants to make up for it by working for her. It's the only home left by Lula and Lula's parents who don't want to hang around in the streets." Alula Sendu.

"Why can you buy Emelly while you have nowhere else to live?"

"That's Lula's personal business, what's Om kepo for!" Alula judes. Raden did not need to know why the house could arrive at the auction, as this concerned his brother's privacy.

Raden breathed patiently. "Hey, Alula Humaira, I'm your husband." Her speech.

"What kind of husband, not loving, usually just threatening! Hmh!" Alula squeaks to the side.

Raden chuckles. "So you want me to love?"

"No!" Gel Alula fast.

"You protested." Raden continued to grin. For some reason, Alula never bored him. "You want to be my beloved wife hmm?" Bargain again.

Alula raised the tip of her lips. "Sorry!" The cynics refused.

Raden leaned back on his sofa while still staring at Alula. "What do you ask after becoming my wife?" Her bargain.

"Nothing, other than Om free right me, although I am your wife in fact Om married me not to live together, but save yourself from the shame Om who has invited many guests right?" Cetus Alula's.

"Sokay know!" Sergei Raden.

"Then?"

Raden approached Alula's face to make it even more intense. "I want to make Emelly jealous of you. Let Emelly feel at eating his own bullets, he releases you to kill me, but I'll turn things around, you'll be the killer."

"What?" Alula squealed with glaring eyes. "So Om married me out of grudge with Miss Emelly?"

Raden leaned back. "Well, that's about my goal in marrying you little boy." His word.

Alula shook her head lightly, completely inexhaustible with what Raden said just now.

So now, Alula's status is a false status? While there is a future that Alula still wants to achieve in her young age.

"Now that we are both profiting from this marriage, I offer you one more time, what do you want from me?" Added Raden.

Alula paused for a moment before she returned to her voice. "What will be granted?"

"Of course, I'm Rich Man, as long as your request relates to the material, I can fulfill it." Raden answered, stretching out both his hands.

"really?"

"Hm!" Anguk Raden's.

Alula thought for a moment and then interrupted her desire. "Lula wants to pay for Nakula's college. Let him go to a good college." Her request.

Raden looked at the other side of the arrogant girl, despite all her cunning, Alula thought highly of her family. "You alone?" Ask.

Alula shakes. "Lula does not continue this year, Lula wants to collect a lot of money first to enter college later, Lula wants to work part time at restaurants, gas stations and workshops." Said plain.

Raden frowned. "You think I'd let my wife work in a place like that? At midnight you stink of oil, solar, dress up in disarray, don't look good, then go back to my room in your dirty clothes?" Tukas.

"Well how else? Lula isn't a pretty violinist like Om's girlfriend!" Screeched Alula.

"Therefore do not need to support work, rather than make me dizzy with your actions, you better just go to college." Sela Raden's.

Raden nodded for sure. "Of course! I told you, I'm Rich Man." Her swagger.

Alula pensively looked at her husband's handsome face, despite all this misfortune, Alula was grateful if Raden would finance her college.

"From tomorrow, list the lecture at the faculty you want!" Decree Raden. I want you to have a decent life and Emelly will really think I've really made you my favorite wife. His inner.

"All right." Alula scolds.

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On a clear morning, the blazing rays of sunshine burst in on the handsome face of Raden who quickly wriggled his body.

At least 9 am still morning for Raden, his body a little sore, last night he slept sitting on the sofa.

Raden opened his green eyes, turned his head to the left right slowly and limply. She looked closely, the little girl who slept last night in her bridal bed was no longer visible in her retina.

Raden got up from his seat, stretched his tense muscles, then clapped his hands to call out to Bastian who usually served him.

In the blink of an eye Bastian was present before him in his neat clothes, whether sleeping or not, Bastian was always there for Raden.

"Awake? Nothing happened last night, right?" Ask Bastian.

Raden. "of course! You think I could eat that smelly girl?"

"Good." Bastian giggled to find the blushing face of the Master.

"Where's the kid?" Connect Raden.

"Young lady's gone, she said she wanted to apply for college. Isn't it the boss who provided the facility? I saw the Boss give him a credit card."

Raden. "Good, now get the car ready, we'll pick up Alula and take her to Paris. Honey moon drama will be more convincing my marriage, you take care of Alula's passport."

Bastian shrugged both shoulders. "OK." Nothing is difficult for Bastian, juggling passports and so on are very easy things.

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Elsewhere, precisely in the best campus lobby of the country. Alula is dealing with three popular girls in her High School, it seems they are also applying to study at the university that Alula entered.

Cherry, Sindy, Hana, stared at Alula from top to bottom, Alula dressed in a worn, loose-fitting butek white T-shirt, faded pink denim jumpsuit and her no less worn shoe bag.

This morning Alula had gone home to the house that now belongs to Emelly, to pick up some clothes.

Today Alula enrolled in college, at her husband's behest last night. Rather than work and the smell of oil, Raden prefers Alula to college.

"Heh, Lula, it's not your fault you went to college here huh?" Cherry asked as if mocking.

"No." Answer Alula.

"Have your money?" Timpal Hana sneered.

"Not as much as you, but there is." Answer Alula again.

Sindy screeching. "Eh best, you don't believe Lula? How much is the registration here? How much is the semester here? Pantes didn't Lula go to college here?" Ask her friends.

"Yes, sell yourself first able." Connect Cherry.

Everyone laughed at the little girl. Damn again is, Alula is dealing with the son of one of the regular donors on this campus. Alula could not fight even if she wanted to.

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