Shackles of the Weathered Bujang Desire

He Is a Gift to Me

“I will remember this as your promise to me!" sahut Araela was cold, she also remembered the condition of the body, the weathered bujang that made the girl think.

Why didn't I think there? Even this week, he hasn't contacted me at all. Do not-do the condition experienced by this weathered bujang because ….

The weathered bujang baritone voice spread the girl's daydream, “don't think too much, Baby .. I'm fine!"

Morgan had not been able to get out of bed, suddenly he smelled the scent of perfume, even from the scent made him helpless.

“Did I trouble you, Baby?"

“Don't move much! Your condition will get worse." At the same time, a voice from the husband was heard, informing him that Morgan's personal doctor had arrived.

“Do not sulk dong ... lose to Ando yes you, Bee!" Araela gave a funny chuckle, looking at Rewindra's sour face like a lime.

“You made me like this yourself, Hon!"

“This is where I tell you one thing."

Got the green light, making Rewindra more silent, while the wife is currently chatting, with a private doctor who handles the weathered bachelor.

“Just tell me the weathery bachelor's condition, Doc!" pinta Araela firmly.

“There is nothing wrong in the young master .. his condition is only experienced as pregnant women feel."

“There is no other way to relieve her condition, Doc?"

The doctor shook his head weakly, “it's used to being experienced by pregnant women in general, Young Miss."

“Don't tell him this! Can you do it for me?"

“Then excuse me, Young Miss."

After the girl ascertained the condition of the weathered bachelor who looked so pale, while sleeping soundly Araela also pulled the husband's hand towards her private room.

“Don't be noisy and leak anything to him, Bee."

“Why, Honey?"

“I don't want someone to benefit the weathered bujang's state. Although I'm not sure that person stopped bothering him."

“Better you monitor it, starting from now!"

Araela snorted in annoyance, not long after, in the room there were two middle men, wading through the sea together as a sign of the girl receiving the presence, and, the widower casanova because he himself has loved Rewindra Wiratama.

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Meanwhile, on the other hand there was a twilight man who was chatting with someone, even without shame the woman thrusting a thin object.

But that doesn't make him win. Therefore Liora felt, something was wrong with this meeting.

“What made you come here, Miss?" The baritone voice of Gunawan's personal assistant, made the woman unable to wiggle.

“I came because of this!" Inner Liora was made furious, with a cold glare of eyes. Damnit damnit! If I'm holding his wife, I'm fired to know the taste.

Gunawan who pretends not to know anything, infuriated by the behavior of an unlucky woman again the woman, thrusting some photos to trap his youngest son.

“You mean you came here because you wanted to, my son is responsible for your stomach so?"

“Can't you confirm it yourself, Sir!"

“Can't be so dong, sir." Liora protested the actions taken by the twilight man before her.

He looks so riled up, considering Gunawan looks very different, than the usual woman observed so far.

“All decisions are in the hands of the child .. if you want to wait please, but remember never to play around with a twilight man like me. Understand, Miss!"

“Did you just threaten me, sir."

“If you think so .. please do what you want from my son .. I myself will never, ever be afraid of a cheap threat like this!"

Without diminishing respect, Gunawan did not hesitate to expel a woman, even he felt de javu like the incident, befalling his beloved eldest son.

“You've heard it yourself, haven't you? He thought I would be afraid of the threat" Gunawan said coldly, not looking at the woman's back. The grandfather of Araela was really angry at the actions done by the weathered bachelor.

“Do we need to get rid of the woman, Big Master?"

Gunawan shook his head, he was very sure the opponent was worth the woman, he was his own favorite grandson, “don't interfere in their affairs .. already the bad boy who handled the incident happened to my son."

“Good, Great Lord .. I have news, young master lately, his condition is not okay .. should I check there myself, sir?"

“No need, there is already a bad boy guarding her .. make sure you have found the whereabouts of the girl!"

It was not that it could not find the whereabouts of the girl meant the great master, but the traces of her completely disappeared like there was, someone who had deliberately sealed off the access.

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“It's quieter, Cit? Don't curse his presence there!" Ivone really does not have the heart, with the psychic condition of his beloved friend.

As Leonard said, he must really take part in this problem, as a friend he also does not have the heart of the state of Image.

I'm sorry Cit! I really don't want you to take his life. No matter how big your mistake, he is still a gift to your life.

”I'm sorry that can't help you much other than, making you disappear from their lives because I'm sure, you're a woman as tough as a coral and as strong as steel."

The consolation of Ivone, making Citra think hard, about her life after this, will definitely experience the unexpected, behind a fate that befell the girl.

“Sorry for bothering you too often, thank you for the sacrifice I will never be able to repay, other than accepting it as a request from you that will be called 'tante' by him!"

“I never feel bothered by you, Cit... later you can ask for whatever he wants," said Ivone who looks happy, with the presence of a baby.

“Once again …."

“I don't want to hear anything about you .. I beg you to take good care of 'her. Can you?"

The image nodded weakly, without even awkwardly Ivone clenched tightly, her petite body as she continued to give a spirit.

Therefore, now and forever he just wants to live together, a figure that will make Citra as tough as a coral.

“Please thank me for ... sorry to bother him, Von."

“Gosh why should I say that for the refrigerator? He's so annoying to know!"

Hearing the complaint uttered by Ivone, Citra shook her head in disbelief, when clearly the man had taken her to the hospital.

Although it was admitted that his superior looked so cold, it even reminded of someone with that cold glare of eyes.

Why do I feel like the man who helped me, like someone with cold eyes, could they be? Oh no why am I thinking of something that is not important to me? I can't fall in love with any man.