My wife's been misguided

want to be the grandson of Sultan

I called the guy who called him about the backpacks in the room. Fortunately, I packed before breakfast. So all backpacks just lift up.

Now Surya is being treated here. So no need to spend three days in the middle of the sea with lesbian girls. It will die of style if you really have to sail.

"Udah arrived at the hospital he said, mas," as soon as the answer from there.

"Well? How come I'm not?"

"He said it was Ngabarin mbak Nesya." How can?

As soon as the parking lot, all questions were answered. Room service officers who carry backpacks turned out to be men so-genesis. Damn it, son. I want to pites now.

Suddenly hape shook. From Nesya. "Hello, where are you? Here's what's carrying our backpacks. I want to put it in the car. The car keys are just like you, right?" I press the unlock button. Nesya was surprised and looked back. The guy grinned triumphantly.

"Good, you have come. Take care of the backpack, yeah." Continues Nesya arbitrarily turned around and went with her lesbian couple.

This is totally unacceptable. What do I think I'm a lackey? The room service is lackey! "Where are you going?" I shouted while drawing Nesya's hand.

"What, anyway?" Sentak Nesya while trying to release her hand from my grasp. But my hand is too strong.

"Niko's brother is here. I just want to come along." Answer Nesya.

"Ok, if that's what I'm coming with," I said.

Nesya clucked in annoyance. "What, anyway?"

"What are you, anyway?" I whispered in his ear. "What did your father say if he knew you were still related to that guy?"

"Certainly? You're an extension of dad's hand, are you?" He shook his hand hard. "Yes, his name is Niko, not a guy!"

Shit! I'm not an extension of anyone's hand!

Why don't I want to see Nesya walk together hoeing his arm the fake guy? I should have realized and that's natural because of my fellow girls. But I want him to just embrace my hand. Not anyone else. Why am I being selfish, you know?

The sound of the car trunk door kebanting make auto noleh to the back. "Already, sir," the father who helped enter the goods told you politely.

"Thank you, sir. Straight back to the ship?" I talked to the father.

"Sir, sir. I went straight back to the office. My job is to just send this." He nodded politely and passed.

I'm the one confused. Then the asphalt guy turned himself back to the ship? Is he intent on not returning? This could be a long time for them both.

I get in the car directly open the application for booking the nearest hotel. Actually it could be a hotel phone belonging to angkasa group, but it will make it even more tired need pecintraan again. Incidentally near this hospital there is a pretty good hotel. You can check in here.

Now call Nesya. "I'm tired. Take a break at the hotel. Wanna come with me?"

Am I thinking? "It only takes three minutes to get to the parking lot. I waited twice for the music. If I don't come, I'll go straight to the hotel." Hang up the phone and stell the music. Jump to the playlist and play it my life.

The first song that made Nesya take off her mask. She laughed again like that time. Headbanging together, singing together. No one enjoys my favorite song.

Next song on playlist. Nirvana, come as you are. It's our song, I akuss. Make me put my head on the steering wheel. Yes, I promise you he's totally. Good bad. Sweet bitter. Hated love. But seeing him as a guy, I don't accept it! Can't be sincere because the tightness of my chest makes them both. What else did he say? Carry baby?

Weepy! Until they die, they will not be able to give even one baby.

The sound of the car door being opened was quite disturbing. Neysa came in and sat down. I was ready to take off the handbrake, suddenly the fake guy entered the head and immediately fell out without warning. Although surprised, but Nesya thickened the kiss was not less enthusiastic.

Goddamnit! No other place for a kiss? Not only the lips are active, his hands also follow the gercep play on the chest. The insolent! I take off the handbrake and the car. Let the two girls be shocked while bored. Gear directly into reverse gear, do not use direct talk of gas.

The guy so-so-genesis hurriedly backed off and slammed the door. Nesya said irritatedly in a high tone, "what the fuck, anyway?"

"What are you, anyway? Just crying because you haven't had time to say anything to your father, now even do what your father hates. What kind of child are you, Nesya?" I'm not willing to lose.

"Well, what's the connection? Because I love my dad, can't love my girl?" The reply is not to lose.

CK! "Do you know why your father went into a coma now?"

"Because his brain is deprived of oxygen. Why?" The answer is still in anger.

"Why lack of oxygen? Did you see for yourself this morning her nose was hooked up to an oxygen tube? The oxygen supply should be sufficient, right?" All my frustration is spilled in the sentence.

Nesya.

"Because of this morning's talk, you know what?" Nesya was silent. "Because you said he was perfect for you. That's really painful, you know?" His breath sounded loud.

Hhh! I don't flair with anger and grumbling. So don't look at him now.

"Do you know what worries your father the most about death?" Nesya still did not answer. "He's worried about what your condition is, worried about whether you'll keep faith or not." Now it sounds like he's shuffling snot.

Hadeh! What day is it today? Oh, it's cryday!

"I thought it was just a matter of course. Well, let's say, his name is old man. But after knowing who your boyfriend is, I just understand, why is Surya worried so much." Snots are being pulled into the nose more and more. His voice grew louder and sounded clumpy.

"Your destination is on the right." Google's unanimous voice mbak make me reflex nengok to the right. Fitting the section in front of the u-turn, the intended hotel building stands majestically.

In the lobby drop off, a concierge immediately came to greet. "Good day, Ma'am," she opened the door for Nesya. I open the baggage and roomboy on duty immediately take the backpack deftly.

Today I want to be the grandson of the Sultan, served as optimally as possible. I handed him the car keys to the concierge, asked him to do vallet parking. Go to the receptionist and ask for the room key.