Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy

Chapter 107

Return to the residence of Mr. Riyadh.

"I'm really sorry I knew that guy! He's a real bitch!" gerutu Ismika while covering her face with both hands.

"Now is not the time to think about that stupid man. Right now my fate is on the edge of the horn. I must be faced with a choice I don't want at all."

Ismika got up from her bed then headed towards her makeup mirror. The woman looked at her reflection inside the mirror with a sad look.

"Maybe it's because I'm old and ugly that Riyadh no longer wants to live with me" Ismika muttered, stroking her face.

"Do I have to have surgery to make my face look younger and come back beautiful?!" ask Ismika to herself.

Suddenly the door to his room opened. Zaid appeared from behind the door and immediately approached him.

"Ma, Zaid go first. There's something Zaid has to do" Zaid said as he grabbed Ismika's hand and kissed her.

"Ehm, Zayd. Come here, Mama wants to talk to you for a minute."

Ismika took Zaid to bed and sat on the edge of her luxurious bed with Zaid. After Zaid sat down beside her, Ismika threw a warm smile at her son.

"Zaid, honestly. Do you think Mama looks old and ugly?" ismika asked with a serious look at Zaid.

Zaid chuckled softly while shaking his head. "Geez, Mah! Mamah is the most beautiful woman in the world" said Zaid.

Ismika exhaled a long breath while bending her face. "Yes, maybe for you it is, Zaid. But not for your father. She may think Mama is not beautiful and attractive anymore until she wants to divorce Mama," replied Ismika with teary eyes.

"What, divorced!!!" pekik Zayd's.

The handsome man looked angry and upset. His face turned red again and he did not expect that his Papa had such intentions. Ismika was satisfied, and Zaid was really by her side. His only child could he rely on to maintain his relationship with Riyadh.

"Yes, Zaid. Your father intends to divorce Mama and Mama is sure the reason is because he re-connected with the woman named Dian. Maybe Dian is a lot prettier and younger than Mama" she said with teary eyes.

"Can't be left, Mah! Mama take it easy, I'll talk to Papa and if Papa still insists on his wish, then we have to make calculations to the woman named Dian," he replied with a hardened jaw.

"Mama just calm down and do not think too much, later Mama's disease recur. Better, Mama just rest and do not go anywhere," said Zaid as he broke his embrace. He got up from his seat and put a warm kiss on Ismika's forehead .

"I'm leaving first. I promise it won't be long and after all the work is done, I'll go back to see Mama here" he said again.

"Alright," replied Ismika as she wiped her tears.

Zaid rushed to his front yard and immediately drove with his luxury car. After Zaid's death, Ismika returned to the front of the mirror. He made up his face that looked messy.

Drett .. dreett ...

Ismika's phone rings again. Quickly, the woman got up from her seat and approached the flat object lying on the bed. He was hoping to get a call from two of his men. He was eager to meet the two men and tell them that their condition was in danger. Their whereabouts are being targeted by Riyadh's men.

However, unfortunately what he expected did not match the reality. Instead of getting a call from his two errands, he even got a call from a man who had only been gnawing at his life like a hammer.

"Damn it, he's again!" I was upset when I received that call.

"What else? Is the money I gave you last night still lacking, ha?!" ismika growled with a reddened face.

"Ismika dear, don't get angry like that. It's not good for your heart health." The man chuckled and made Ismika even more furious.

"Don't have to mince words, now tell me what you want?!"

"Meet me at hotel XX. I'm waiting for you, emuach!" the man said with a chuckle before he decided to close the call.

Ismika held onto her chest which began to feel throbbing. His increasingly complicated problems made him even more frustrated.

Ismika dropped herself on the edge of the bed then tried to calm herself so that the pain in her chest slightly reduced.

"Oh my God, had I not been tempted by **** at that time, perhaps my marriage to Riyadh would have been fine to this day," he muttered with a face so clearly showing a deepest regret.

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