Perfect Son-in-law

Princess Assistant

Glorien never imagined, just one demonstration against his father, would have such a big impact on him.

The desire to turn time is certainly just a figure of speech. There's nothing like that.

In the arms of Mbor Rum, now he spilled all his grievances and cries. All the things that became the reason why he had to be this way, he told the full story to the old woman who had been considered a substitute for the mother.

Although quite surprised, Mbok Rum still tried to calm down. His head continued to work, how to not all be boomerang for the rich girl he cared for as a child.

“We go home yes, Non," invite Mbok Rum.

They are currently in a park.

Glorien won't be coming home. He did not know how to deal with the father who would certainly be angry if he knew he was now pregnant. Contains a child from a man in the middle of nowhere who is not even clear seedlings bebet and its weight.

The truth is sometimes that bitter.

“I have to how, Mbok?" Glorien's still sobbing.

Mbok Rum continues to try to calm down, although in fact he is equally confused. “We think about it later yes, Non. Now we go home first, before papa Non who hunted first arrived at home.”

Recalling his father's angry face, Glorien nodded in agreement.

 

Arriving home, Martin's face was already welcomed with an inquisitive look at his position sitting leisurely in the living room. But Mbok Rum's gasp brought Glorien up the stairs to the room.

“Hh, that stupid princess!” martin's lips with slightly raised lips.

Shortly after Glorien was unseen, from the outside door, Rohan Pascal, Pak Jo followed by a petite-looking girl into the house.

Martin raised his body to say good night to his cold uncle. Rohan did not much pestering, he and Mr. Jo immediately stepped into his study.

“Night Mr. Martin,” reply. She was the Yara-daughter of Mr. Jo who worked at Pascal's company as a member of one of the divisions. Before going home, Rohan asks her to come along as there is little work that needs the smart girl's help.

In the cool-ass whimper style, Martin approached Yara. “Finished your cooperation, we eat out yuk," he asked with a blink.

Yara smiled blush. He does like Martin, but is too shy and always slaps himself to be conscious with a respectable price towards a Rohan. He is just the son of an assistant, of course, feels inappropriate adjacent to Martin past his limits as a subordinate who is nobody.

Martin, which girl can stand his charm. He was arrogant, but also a reliable type of teaser. Many girls are lulled and end up losing virgins with just one blink of an eye. Awarded handsome face malay. Sweet with exotic skin results sunbathing on the beach every weekend with the mama.

“Sorry, Sir. I excuse.” Yara's soft voice ignored. He passes by following his father and Rohan to the study. Long close to Martin, 'not good for his heart health that dagdigdug not because of his frequent meetings with the man.

With both hands tucked in both pants pockets, Martin chuckled in a jiggle at the adorable behavior of the girl. “Little rabbit ... wait for me to drag you,” the murmur is shortsighted, then come pass from there whistling.

In the study, together with Rohan and his father, Yara had just received the sheet she had to work on. Laptop with half-bite apple logo, already anchored on the table right in front of him. With a nimble finger, the fingers start to work. Bait by verse data input in the form of excel enters the screen.

Mr. Jo was busy with another sheet on the left sofa near his daughter, shortly after his big boss passed from there. Rohan went to his room to rest.

Minutes to the eleventh, Yara's phone suddenly rang. A short sound from the watsap message that just came in. He put off his job for a moment to just open and read the message.

Jo looked at his daughter. “Yara,” he reprimands. “Quick finish the job. You should go home and rest.”

Yara nodded. The phone was put back on the table. His finger moved faster as if he was being beaten.

Mr. Jo just shook his head, then refocused on his clothes.

“Yara is done, Dad!” said the girl just closed the laptop.

“In the meantime, Father phone Pak Giman to anter you,” said Mr. Jo. “Dad still a lot of work. Can't come with you home.”

But just reached into his suit pocket to pick up the phone, Yara interrupted, “No need, Dad! Yara has taken an online taxi. Kasian, Mr. Giman 'kan also have to rest.” The bag began to slide over his shoulders. “Dad too don't be tired!”

Mr. Jo nodded. “Ya. Careful. Sampe at home do not stay up,” his message while receiving a helping hand Yara who experienced it.

“OK, Dad!” Yara then passed quickly.

The message he received came from Martin.

The 27-year-old man was already waiting with a smile and a wave of hands just a little outside the gate. Marun's car owned by the mother in the delivery just relax.

Yara approaching. “Why Mr maksa, anyway?” ask her with a shy smile. “I'm not good.”

Martin put on a smile as sweet as possible. The car door is already closed. “Just want anter home. What's wrong anyway?” He pushed both shoulders from behind to get into the car. He turned towards the front to then enter the other door taking the steering position. The car was speeding too.

Along the way, the two were joking. After a long time of talking to each other, Yara was no longer as me as before, and it made Martin happy who was indeed an expert in flirting.

“We have arrived,” said Yara. “Still you already want me to come home.”

Yep! Martin forbade him to call Mister when he was not in Pascal's sphere, and Yara agreed in the end despite feeling quite awkward.

“No nawarin I stopped by first?”

Martin's question suddenly stopped Yara's movement who was just about to go down on the asphalt. Stiffly, the girl turned around, then found Martin looking expectantly.

“But this is malem.” Yara refused to be out of proportion, which she actually still wanted to linger with the man.

“New hours 9.20." Martin glanced at the watch in his hand. “With a cup of coffee I will definitely go home!”

For a moment Yara was stunned to think.

“Yes, I can't! I'm home!” said Martin.

“Eh, don't do it!” prevent Yara from feeling bad. “Ya, already! Cappuchino cup. Trus you go home, yes!”

Martin smiled happily like a falling star, then nodded. “OK!”