Port of Love Sang Casanova

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"****," Radit then stepped away. Radit stepped foot into the car he wanted to see Nada immediately. I don't know why his feelings are so uncertain.

Radit was sitting behind the wheel, now Radit's sharp eyes look towards the passerby who is now enjoying a cold night out there. Radit closed his eyes, his heart rumbling furiously considering Mira's words to Nada. Yes, Radit witnessed the debate between Mira and Nada. Although how he treats Tone and what sinister. But, seeing Nada being treated badly by others left her claustrophobic and hurt.

Radit pulled out a cell phone from his pocket, in a gallery showing several photos along with Nada. Wedding photos taken by Dani. Radit let out a long sigh and rubbed the beautiful looking face of Nada in a stunning bridal dress. There was a sense of happiness, resentment, tightness, cobbleness, all gathered into one.

The marriage happened because of Dani's coercion, Nada? The woman was just a victim of Mr. Tan's business savvy. Then, why was he treating Nada so badly? Didn't Nada save herself from the threat of bankruptcy?

Oh, ****. Radit repeatedly cursed. His mind was muddled, what was he really thinking? Radit glanced at the photo of Nada again.

"Why do you always make me a God-level emotion? Being near you irritates me, but being away from you stresses me out. Then how should I?" Radit rubbed his face rough. The shadow of his wife's beautiful face was filling his brain.

"Shitt," he said again. Radit again gave a rough sigh. His chest grew increasingly claustrophobic as he recalled the name of Rafa who tried to tease Nada. Vino who likes Tone.

"Tone of aira," he murmured softly.

Radit gripped the steering wheel of the car. Clenched his hands tightly.

"Prang," Radit also gripped the bottle until it broke. The drops of blood flowed mixed with water from his hands.

Whom? The wound was not comparable to his heart that felt tightness and was somehow caused by what.

In fact, Amara's name is not remembered at all. Only Nada's face always haunts him. Somehow the feeling was textured in his heart. Hate, honey or how Radit can't interpret it.

Radit shifted again the gallery on his phone, staring at the beautiful face of Nada he had taken secretly, taking a photo of Nada just after the qobul ijab.

"The tone of Aira," he muttered again while looking at the photo of a smiling face and able to shake his heart.

Yes, the marriage was a very special meeting for Radit. Although not knowing each other, but kabul at that time really imprint in his heart. Gives haru and happy feelings that are hard to express.

Tone closed his eyes, from noon he had not eaten, even last night he also did not eat because Radit locked him in the room. Now Nada was holding her stomach and it was so painful. Tone tried to walk towards the door and glanced at the wall clock that pointed at 03:00

Tone tried to knock on the door, seeking help. But no matter how hard he screamed. No one wants to open the door to that room.

Mira smiled happily, yes she forbade everyone from opening the door for Nada. No servant could refuse her request. Grandma and grandpa? From the afternoon they go for a health check-up and will usually stay overnight in the hospital.

In the middle of the night, Micel came out of his room. His ears heard a knock on the door from Radit's room. Soon Micel gets close. Trying to ascertain his hearing.

"Help me," shrieked Nada and still could be heard faintly Micel.

"Who's inside?" Micel holds the door hendel in the middle of the lock. There was no answer from the occupants, immediately Micel looking for a spare key that was in the drawer in front of his room.

Micel opened the door to Radit's room, to his surprise when he saw the beautiful woman lying helpless with a very pale face. Micel looked at the pale-looking face, surprised to find that he knew the beautiful woman.

"Please, Bi. Please," Micel's voice boomed for help. Who is this beautiful woman? How could he be in her brother's room? Shortly after, several servants break into them to help Micel carry Nada to the bed.

"Thank you, Bi. Do you know who he is? How could he be here?" ask Micel.

"She's Miss Nada, Miss Marvel's wife" Bi Lastri replied. Micel widened his eyes. Wife? Then, how could he keep his wife in the room? So outrageous.

Micel put his phone on the dresser, his net glanced at the wedding photo plastered there. Swiping slowly photos that show the handsome face of his brother and the woman who is now lying weakly on the bed.

Micel spread his gaze. His heart rippled in pain, claustrophobic all of a sudden. Micel closed his eyes. How could her brother marry a good person like Nada? Why should I keep my sister-in-law in my room? I have to teach him a lesson.

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