Psychopath Bucin's
Chapter 25 It is difficult to accept reality.
"Why." asked Mommy Yohan to Ujang.
Ujang looked at the Madam, the woman who had been his master for the past 10 years.
"The color I don't like Miss, Madam for me Miss is already like my sister that I have to take care of but for matters of my heart I still love Mimin, Mimin is not as beautiful as Miss but I accept Mimin if there is a Madam" said Ujang again with a lowered head.
"Even if he's dirty, rather he's my ex, try to think about it because I won't give you a chance twice, if you accept my son, I'll give you a chance, I'll guarantee that the woman will be safe but if you refuse to marry my son, with a heavy heart I will kill the woman" said Mommy Yohan.
His smile was a very scary smile filled with true cunning, Ujang held back clenching his hands that Ujang hated his master.
Well if you want to play with me, wait where I'll destroy your family. Crack-pawed.
"Whatever my decision you must accept it because you are no more than a slave" he said.
I'll follow your game. Crack-pawed.
"If according to my Lady including the criteria suitable for Miss, I am willing to marry Miss but before that Madam make sure first, if Miss is willing and willing to accept this marriage." said Ujang this time his eyes looked at the woman.
"Tonight you came to the cafe that I have decided, make my daughter happy" he said and immediately stood up.
"Good." said Ujang.
Ujang lowered his head when the Madam was about to walk, deep down Ujang's head looked at his feet with a sharp gaze.
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It did not feel like the night was coming so quickly, Ujang stared at the cafe building that was so luxurious and elegant, and, before getting out of the car Ujang looked at the building with a sad face because the building remembered him to Mimin when he first came out with Mimin.
Ujang also opened his cellphone on his screen there was a girl's face in a red and white uniform with himself who was wearing a white ash uniform, ash, and, from the beginning Ujang already had a taste to Mimin since childhood but destiny never sided with him.
Min, wait a minute, I'm gonna get this all sorted out for your own good. Crack-pawed.
By exhaling rough breath Ujang also down from the car out to the magnificent cafe building.
When it entered there was already his Madam and Miss Berly who sat gracefully even though Miss Berly beautiful somehow Ujang did not glance at her at all.
When it arrived at his spell Ujang directly lowered his head to his mistress.
"Sit down, my future daughter-in-law" she said with a sly smile.
Berly's face stared at Mommy in disbelief at her words just now while Ujang immediately sat in front of Miss Berly.
"Berly dear." call Mommy who was still staring at Mommy.
"Ehmm, well Mih." said Berly trying to be as calm as possible.
"Mommy wants to match you with Ujang, he's a guy who deserves you and Mommy thinks you like him too" Mommy said with a smile to her daughter.
Hearing Mommy's words Berly surprised her face was already like a boiled crab, while Ujang she also looks surprised to hear the last words of her master.
"Mommy's serious." asked Berly this time not to believe what he said just now.
Because Berly knows what Mommy is like.
"Well, Mommy is serious. You have to want, all the wedding preparations have been arranged Mommy two more days you will marry Ujang, oh well Ujang you should not be told your mother." mommy Berly said.
Meanwhile, Berly's eyes looked at Ujang looking at his face which was just speechless not speaking in the slightest.
Are you depressed Ujang married me. Berl.
Mommy Berly also gave the rules to Ujang and Ujang just nodded his head while Berly felt very kasian to see Ujang he knew Ujang was depressed but he also wanted this very much, and Berly's eyes looked at his Mommy who was still talking to Ujang.
How Mommy knows how I feel about Ujang and why Mommy is so quick to marry Ujang, actually what Mommy is hiding, and Ujang looks calm and there is no rejection even though I know his heart is not for me.
"Berly." call someone behind Berly.
Berly and Mommy, as well as Ujang seeing the person calling Berly from behind, without them noticing Joy was watching.
He's not the stranger in the photo. Joy.
"Om Nata." said Berly as the stranger walked over to Berly and without the slightest awkwardness sat beside Mommy Berly.
"You've come" said Mommy Berly.
"Already." said her and glanced at Ujang and vice versa Ujang also glanced at the man.
"Master" said Ujang bowing his head.
Ujang already knew the dark relationship between the Madam and the man in front of her.
"Good, you're still the same as before, I know all these plans and I proposed this marriage because I knew one day the Dog kept by his master would turn against his master when his master no longer needed him." he said with a mysterious smile.
I know this is all your plan. Crack-pawed.
"Om Nata, what did Om Nata mean." asked Berly trying to melt the atmosphere.
Om Nata's eyes looked at Berly and shortly stroked Berly's head with a soft smile now wide featuring his neat white teeth.
"Learning her understands Berly's condition dear, although you look beautiful but do not make the person you like you back, but you do not have to be afraid, because Om Nata." om Nata's words stopped and now his eyes were staring at Ujang while one hand stroked Berly's head.
"Will always protect you" said Om Nata his tone was so impressed with goosebumps.
Berly who still did not understand was just smiling in response to Om Nata's words, while Ujang could only calm down until the situation turned itself over.
Joy who had heard all the words gave the recording to Mr. Yohan, until two in the morning they just finished Ujang came home with Berly while Mommy was still sitting drinking alcohol with Om Nata.
Trings.
A message went into Joy's phone and Joy quickly saw the message.
a message from Mr. Yohan.
Your job is to focus only on Mommy and Ujang, and find out what is the relationship with Om Nata.
Joy who saw the message could only exhale the heavy task of her increasingly piled up.
Well Mr.
The only two words were a reply from Joy to Mr. Yohan.
