SECRETLY LIKED STEPMOTHER
CHAPTER 68
Gabriel went into the luxurious building of the palace. There he immediately entered looking for someone who had a blood relationship with Gabriel.
"Tumben do you remember the way back to your father's house here, Gabriel?!" say men with a large high posture with an athletic body. At the age of four-headed, it still looks fresh and young. His fresh and handsome face still did not fade from there. Her sweet smile is able to captivate women. He is Pras, Gabriel's biological father with his mother Martha. The result of an extramarital relationship.
"Dad!? Dad here apparently?" sahut Gabriel was surprised because he did not notice that Pras had long sat on the sofa in the middle room with Lidya, his old wife. Since Gabriel came, Lidya soon passed leaving Pras with Gabriel in the room.
"Why? You wouldn't have come home to your father if you didn't have a problem. Right no? What's up, story!" pras. Gabriel scratched his own head that neither I had cut nor the dandruff. The two laughed together when nothing was funny.
"Hahaha, what are you laughing at, huh? You little rancid boy!" pras.
"Hehehe, laughing dad made a trade. So I am just amused," said Gabriel.
"Okay, come with me upstairs! We drink while we tell stories. Dad has wine. You must like it" Pras asked.
Pras breezed and climbed the stairs to the top floor. Gabriel followed his father without much talk anymore.
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Pras and Gabriel began to enjoy the wine. Cigarette smoke is already scattered in the air around them. Gabriel has not yet begun to tell about his problem.
"It seems that as I see it, dad is starting to become a loyal husband right now. Often at home and always chatting with his wife. Has there been no interest in finding a young wife, pa?" gabriel Goda.
"Hahaha that bald of you!" aspir Pras.
"Dad's still traumatized, son! Young wives only use their father because they have a lot of possessions. While what you see, the old wife of the father who looks sincere love and love the father. Whatever you do outside the house, it doesn't seem to matter. What matters is that you're happy. When Dad came home and went to this old wife of his, he always welcomed me warmly. I feel this is unfair to my wife" Pras said.
"Wow, I finally realized too! I think you're tired of adventuring, huh? Or have you had a backache and gout?" Gabriel says.
"That thou moult!" sahut Pras's.
"Hahaha, I'm not sure if you stop adventuring up the mountains and hills that you've never seen before. Are not young girls who always milling in and out of the room dad is quite attractive and sexy? I'm not sure if you're not tempted by them" Gabriel said.
"Whoaong! You always watch your father! Grunts!" aspir Pras.
"Hahaha, right? Pras' father won't stop until he suffers from a stroke like my mother. Holy hooch! May your mother get the best place and be forgiven all her mistakes from her past actions first" said Gabriel.
"Have it, don't talk about your father's life and pleasure. Now tell me what did you mean by coming to my father's house?" pras. Gabriel took a deep breath. Back he was saddened to remember Natasha, his beloved wife.
"Dad! Natasha was kidnapped and hidden again by Mathias" Gabriel said.
"What?" sahut Pras's.
"Only, I haven't acted to subdue Mathias. It's because there's a fake Natasha in my house. And my people are watching Mathias's movements so that Natasha, my real wife, can be seen where she is. But on a small island where there is a Baron lord or the Mathias family, there is no Natasha hidden there" Gabriel explained.
"Fake natasha? I became curious!!?" sahut Pras's.
"Hem, do you think Mathias is the mastermind of all this?" pras.
"Really, dad! But in the meantime I'm still pretending I don't know yet. And even with the fake Natasha in my house, I still pretended that she was my wife. However, honestly I don't want to touch her pa!" Gabriel clearly.
"Stupid! Wh why? If you don't want to pass it to dad" Pras said. Gabriel glared at his eyes looking at his papa.
"Old base bangka never insyaf!" revile Gabriel.
"Hahaha, I'm just kidding Gabriel!" sahut Pras's.
"If such a business, I'm sure my honest father's words come out from the bottom of my heart" Gabriel said.
"Hahaha, that bald one of you!" aspir Pras.
The two of them drank the drink until one bottle ran out. The two sat leaning back while looking at the star-studded sky.
"Dad will find Baron! It seemed, it was Baron himself who had to act and urge his son. Where he healed Natasha, your wife," Pras said.
"Or actually your people are not necessarily looking for the whereabouts of your wife" Pras said.
"My people are also people of my father's men too right?" sahut Gabriel.
"Hem, yeah! Tomorrow ayha will try to trace the transaction made by Mathias. Who knows, he has secretly bought a small island somewhere" Pras said. Gabriel squinted his eyeballs.
"Wow, why don't I think in that direction?" sahut Gabriel.
"I think because you've been longing and long not getting warmth from your wife Natasha. So that your brain becomes clogged and not diluted," Pras said.
"Hem, there's a possibility of right! Mathias has bought a small island and maybe the distance is not yet within reach" said Gabriel.
"Don't worry, we can get to the island by private plane" Pras said.
"I'm just praying, Dad! Mathias didn't touch my wife. If that's what he did, I'll make sure Mathias dies in my own hands" Gabriel said.
"Hem, don't dirty your own hands, son!" sahut Pras's.
Pras and Gabriel straightened back his drink. Their faces are red. Both eyes began to fade. But the chirping of the two is becoming more and more unclear. Dirty talk and swearing have now come out of the mouth of the father and the child. Moreover, Gabriel was currently completely in a state of chaos knowing his wife was hidden by Mathias.
"Gabriel! I'll go to my wife first! You stay in this house. Do not return to your home in a state of mabok," said Pras.
Now with a slightly staggering step left Gabriel who was still sitting leaning back in his chair. Gabriel's eyes are closed. It seems Gabriel's gone mad. Of course, since Gabriel was not limited to drinking like Pras.
