My Secret Life's

Chapter 157: What kind of sister am I?

Grandma Ara's hand held the masked woman, a sincere smile rising from her lips. "Relaxed. There comes a time when everything starts and we're still zero. Don't give up, because a Queen knows how to fight."

"Let's go back to the mansion!" hatch Alvaro with a heated heart.

Of course his heart was hot, especially seeing and hearing how much his grandmother supported the masked woman. Though it is certain that the woman is not her sister Asfa. Grandma Ara just rubbed her chest, Alvaro's anger was still the same. Especially when it comes to the younger brother, clearly the eyes are not willing to radiate from the eyes of the grandson. "Come on, the city's silent sexy lips my eldest grandchild."

The three left the press conference venue, and a van had been waiting in the lobby. No matter how angry Varo was, the man still opened the door for the grandmother. The masked woman wanted to get into the back seat. But Varo's hand prevented him from entering. "Sitting ahead!"

Without answering, the masked woman opened the front door alone. Now all three have entered the car, and the driver has started the engine. "Sir to the mansion!"

"Okay Madam" replied the driver and started driving.

Inside the car there was silence, but the tense aura was very pronounced. The masked woman's hands were still trembling, making Varo even more annoyed. "What's the reason grandma brought a stranger? Varo could take over the company without Asfa. But why do strangers come? And replace my doll.''' position.''

"Relax boys! Your anger can understand, but look at it from my point of view. He whom you call a stranger, is part of our family. Your closest. Be patient, after reaching the mansion. Do as you please." said Grandma Ara wiping Varo's arm.

The heat in his heart seemed difficult to extinguish, whatever the reason for his grandmother. It's not true. His sister's position could not be taken by anyone, therefore Asfa's right as a descendant of Aranda. Grandma Ara knew, Varo's emotions couldn't just subside. "Son, how grandma brought your sister. Queen still enjoying her sleep, the doctors are still handling Queen. With a representative of the chief director, your papa wants to be after tonight. Then you focus on treating your sister first, and the grandmother's company and vice-president are in charge."

"But grandma…"

"Trust me, grandma has already decided this after discussing with your papa. Don't argue with your parents, you are given freedom. But, sometimes understanding the situation must exchange points of view with people near you. Some advice is worth listening to and we learn. Isn't your sister taking on too much responsibility? Or did you forget that fact?" hatch grandma Ara.

Alvaro's breath sounded heavy, the man's eyes were sure to neutralize his emotions. Grandma's words were right. Even all this time who avoids responsibility is he is not his sister. "Sorry grandma. I forgot and was still selfish. I should have, the responsibility was on my shoulders long ago. But, like Grandma said. Asfa did all the responsibilities as a child. I'll be the failed sister."

Plaque…

Alvaro's words are off track. Spontaneous, making Grandma Ara's hand pat the grandson on the shoulder. "Don't fret! Be careful when you speak, it's also prayer."

"All right grandma. Surely grandma knew everything without meeting us, papa must have said our development from time to time. I can live freely, education as I wish, work as well as my ideals. And Asfa? My doll, jump into the business world. Making the Phoenix mafia grow rapidly, not to mention taking care of the Luxifer company. Asfa's life is not as free as mine. This is all real, why Grandma? Because I wanted to fly, and Asfa gave me wings every step of the way. Now, what kind of sister am I?" obviously Alvaro with glazed eyes.

Greeeb…..

Ara's grandmother's hug, successfully dropped Alvaro's defense. Tears fall without passing through the guardrail. "I'm Grandma's worst brother, how can I be so selfish? Why is Asfa still silent and smiling? Why not just slap me and scold me! Does his heart not feel tired? What kind of brother am I, who let his sister be shackled by all the responsibilities."

"Calm down. Be thankful for yours, son. Having a sister like Asfa, if you want to help your sister. Smile and live with happiness. You know right from the corner of your heart, as cold as Asfa. Our king's daughter only wants the best for her family. Grandma trusts you, keep supporting each other. Don't you know what the consequences are if someone interferes with Asfa's way of life? Talk about responsibility issues after Asfa is conscious and healthy. Now we're both focused on healing." said Ara's grandmother and patted her on the grandchild's shoulder.

"Grandmother is right, we focus on healing Asfa. Thank you grandma is there for Varo." said Varo releasing a hug.

"Nob in! When will you stand next to the car?" hatch Ara's grandmother who realized the masked woman was still sculpting.

The masked woman simply nodded and walked into the mansion. Alvaro and Ara's grandmother were already at the front with a distance of five meters. As if knowing the three were back early, Mr. Luxifer had already sat in the main room of the living room and greeted the three with some juice and dinner dishes.

Seeing the existence of the papa, Alvaro made his way to the man who always gave everything without being asked. "Daddy night. How's doll doing?"

"Sit down! Your sister's good, now we'll have dinner!" tell Mr. Luxifer and start taking one plate, filling it with brown rice.

"So this is enough?" asked the master of Luxifer to look at his son.

"I can do it myself dad…."

The hand code from Mr. Luxifer stopped Alvaro's protest speech, meaning tonight will be the night of the father. Anyone who is ready to serve family members has important things to discuss. Like a tradition, this is a custom taught by master Luxifer. Where something is difficult, it can start small. Like a secret code that can be solved, when step by step it is right and right.

Grandma Ara gestured for the masked woman to sit next to her and sit opposite the daughter-in-law and granddaughter. With painstaking Mr. Luxifer took a portion of food according to the dose of each. After Alvaro and his mother-in-law, he now turns to the masked woman. "Open your mask, son. This is your home, and I'm breaking your fast. Now, let's eat."

The words of the father, made Alvaro think. One eyebrow raised, especially when the masked woman opened her mask. Alvaro's eyes successfully glared, it could all happen without his knowledge. "You…"

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