Shackles of the Weathered Bujang Desire

Judge Yourself!

“Young Master, what is ti …."

“Heh, don't mind a cunning woman like her .. You think I'd name her fetus after my marg? It's not that easy to bear Marga Smith, just because I married that woman. Understand!" firm Morgan cold.

Not forgetting the mature man, warning the assistant, to keep looking for a man to help him, thwarting the devious plans of the woman he hates.

“Then I resigned, Young Master."

“Don't until your investigation is leaked to that woman. If you don't want this bullet to be the bet. Go!"

After successfully expelling the personal assistant, the mature man re-thought of a plan, to make the crafty woman regret his actions.

Secretly the mature man, began to understand the excessive nausea caused by punishment, from the fetus and its existence disappeared like swallowed by the earth. However, he was very sure the girl was hiding somewhere, for some reason he felt hollow when the niece, no longer contacted as they normally did.

I miss you Baby? Are you not satisfied with punishing like this? I'm really sorry I let you back down. There's a reason why I accepted this tosic marriage. Right now I have never stopped looking for your friend, I don't even know how my children are there. What's it gotta be like? So that you don't keep quiet?

Morgan was frustrated that he was completely confused, unable to find any trace of the girl.

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Meanwhile, elsewhere or more precisely in a royal palace, with a ruler awaiting a report, from Satria who is none other than the right in the hacker world.

Although he is disappointed with the man who has loved him unconditionally, it is still impossible to let his beloved uncle suffer, in the game of a devious woman who wants to master all his grandfather's treasures.

“Have found that guy, Bang Sat?"

“Jeez, Princess. Can't you call me that? I am very amused to hear it" said Satria, grumbling.

“No need to put on your ugly face. Tell me straight away!" the Queen is cold.

Without wasting much time, the young man reported all the things related to the weathered bachelor, not forgetting to tell him that the uncle had known, the existence of the fetus that was carried away by the girl was forcibly snatched.

Not only that as he listened to the report from Satria about Liora, the anger within him boiled back about the cunning woman, as well as more surprisingly all the servants in the weathered bujang mansion, he said, consumed with sedition because he felt his master was pregnant with the child of the wife of the Morgan series.

Though actually weathered bujang punished by biological children, who were taken away by campus friends namely Citra.

“What does that mean that weathered bachelor has not found the existence of Citra, Bang?"

Satria shook her head, “I guess your friend did not want to ask anything from the young master" he guessed without hesitation.

“Maybe she felt embarrassed because of the difference in status between me and her. I never had a problem with that at all."

“Why not investigate yourself? I don't think your abilities ever go down, even I'll admit you've always lost. To the extent that you're occupying this throne, Ra."

“I don't want to find out for myself, Bang .. the disappointment of the weathered bachelor who made the decision, marrying aunty buluk is still stuck here." While hitting the chest, the queen was really too disappointed.

More cruelly he desperately held the anger because the husband never met him, since Sonya came and claimed to be pregnant with the child of the former widower casanova.

“Don't feel alone, Ra. I fully understand how you feel being let down, by two men who love you, it means they don't believe in your abilities." However, the consolation from Satria, still could not make the woman calm down.

“Alright, Bang. Ask your men to monitor and monitor the state of the mansion!"

“Then what about your own husband?" satria asked while nodding, after the queen gave him the order.

“No need to ask about it! Quickly find the whereabouts of the Image, before anyone else knows. She's the girl in question."

After that Satria said goodbye to the queen, even the arrival of the young man no one knew, because the nephew of the weathered bujang was preparing, his own place for their meeting.

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The incident that befell Citra, made her think not to get too close to anyone, trying to take her heart because of the words of the woman the other day, making pregnant women fortify themselves to avoid a wounded heart.

Let others speak for themselves, lest they speak ill of them, for they will protect all the beating breath, even life will be at stake when it comes to them.

Ivone's arrival at home simply makes the pregnant woman surprised, how not the friend never absent to visit her, and never forget to bring food when she first craves.

“Why always force it here, Von? The weather outside is snowing." The words from the pregnant mother, did not make Ivone offended.

She came just to make sure, the content of the best friend is fine, “ pregnant women should not babble .. It is certain that I came here because of them!"

“In fact you even look like the mother of them, Von," Citra said while mocking.

“Call mom no problem, My Love Image. You're still a mommy for your kids."

The two friends hugged each other tightly, because Ivone devoted himself like a family, to the image he had considered since school.

“What did this time bring them? Even I have never felt most pregnant women."

“Really?" the surprised Beo Ivone, heard the statement from the friend.

“What are they that punished his father? I know a guy feels that, too, Cit."

Seeing the look on the face of the friend silenced, making Ivone apologize for offending, because the image is so very sensitive about the father of the fetus.

“Ma ..af, Cit ... ak …."

“No need to apologize for offending her, relax I can't scold you." Although it feels heavy, but for Citra still, can not scold the friend.

In any case Ivone who has sacrificed himself to always keep, and protect him from those who insulted the pregnant woman.

"It's not good for you, Cit," Ivone said in guilt.

"Don't think about it, I'll eat it later .. What's the night like?" Pregnant women did not lose heart, while lifting the food that Ivone brought.

"By .. I'll ask my driver to come home first. Can you wait a minute?"