Sharing Love: Second Wife

Want to Sleep Together

A friendly blow landed on the King's burly arm. Vika wore an angry expression, but another on the other face at heart. At this moment a flower was blooming in his heart. Undeniably, the King was the first person who could always bring his laughter back.

Suddenly a car cut off their vehicle. The king braked his car. Their bodies slammed forward pretty hard. Vincent fell off his bench.

CIIIIIIIT!!! BRAAAKKKK!!!

The front of the King's car was slightly dented when it hit the car blocking its way. Fortunately, the seat belt and air bag of the King's car work well.

Vincent, who was asleep, is now awake because he fell from a chair. Fortunately, the boy did not suffer any injuries. Vika immediately retreated to the back seat then clutched Vincent tightly.

"Chen, is there pain?" ask Vika to panic.

Vincent, who was still trying to gather his consciousness, now just shook his head. The king got out of the car then met a careless rider in front of him.

How shocked the King was to find out the man who had almost brought him in danger. Mahen now crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What do you mean, brother?" bentak King.

"Where are you hiding Vika and Vincent?" asked Mahen in a cynical tone.

"Why did Mahen ask about Vika and Vincent? What right do you have, brother?"

"I'm Vincent's father and Vika's husband!" shouted Mahen.

"Well! What kind of father and husband always makes his wife's children always moping around! Brother knows? Their tears were too precious to shed!" the King shouted and then threw a fist into the jaw of his half-brother.

Mahen's body fell. He laughed while looking up at the sky. An emotional king again showered Mahen with raw bogem. Mahen just laughed every time he received a fist from the King.

The corner of his lips now started to bleed. Seeing the King who could not control himself, now Vika out of the car. The woman asked Vincent to stay in the car.

Vika half ran over to the King. He pulled his arm with all his might to get away from Mahen's body which seemed boneless.

"Sir King, please stop! You can kill him!" yell Vika.

"He deserves it!" exclaimed the King while continuing to try to approach Mahen.

"Please, stop Brother! Please!" exclaim Vika.

Vika's arms now encircle the King's belly from behind. The tears of the woman began to spill. Finally the king stopped fighting. He moved away from Mahen's body which was still lying on the asphalt.

"Never look for Vika and Vincent! If you happen to meet, pretend you don't know him!" exclaim King.

The king now walked away from Mahen who was now sitting while wiping the blood that was still attached to the corner of his lips.

Now Mahen could only look at the back of Vika and the King who started to move away. Mahen's tears slowly trickled down. He hoped Vika would look back and then run towards him.

"One ... two ... three ...." Mahen counted in his heart, but it all ended in disappointment. Vika did not look at her as she expected.

Mahen could only smile wryly, lamenting his love that came so late. If time could be turned back, he would fight for Vika with all his might. However, all his regrets would not make the time go back. He could only curse his folly in the past.

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Today is Vincent's first day at the new school. The boy looked so excited. He was asked to come to the front of the class to introduce himself.

"My name is Vincent Aditama. He is called Chen. I am the son of a mother named Vika Aditama. Greetings to friends!" vincent said with a smile.

"Alright, Chen. Now sit there" said Bu Leni, pointing at an empty bench.

"Thank you, Mom."

Vika, who accompanied Vincent on the first day of the school transfer, peeked behind the window. His heart was relieved because his son looked so carefree during class hours.

Vika's attention to Vincent is distracted when she gets a phone call from the King.

"Hello, Brother. What's up?"

" ... "

"Oh, yes."

"He looks very cheerful. I think this time Chen has gotten a little used to it. Not like that time."

" ... "

"okay."

Vika turns off the phone and then comes back to peek Vincent. His son is now singing while imitating the movements exemplified by his teacher.

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After returning home from school, Vika takes Vincent to meet the King at one of his newly opened stores. Vika stepped into the shop whose interior was almost the same as other shops owned by the King.

Vika dyedukan to find the figure of the King. Until finally he saw the figure of a beautiful woman who was in front of the cashier table. Vika stepped closer to him.

"Sorry, can you meet the King?" vika asked a woman who was preening in front of the mirror.

His gaze looked down at Vika who was appearing very simple. That day Vika did look careless. He only wears a lilac-colored blouse with purple-colored pants. His feet were wrapped in casual denim shoes.

"I have an appointment with Mr. King" said Vika friendly.

"Promise? With the King? Any proof?"

The woman looked judging. His eyeballs went up and down repeatedly looking at Vika from the tip of the hair to the tip of the head. It felt like Vika was eager to poke the eyes of the woman in front of her.

Not to mention her lips that let out a cynical sounding tone. If he did not remember this was Vika's first meeting with the woman, he would have squeezed his lips with that fiery red lipstick.

"Even from before?" The King's baritone voice now diverts the serpent woman's world.

The gaze of judging the woman now turned to the King. Suddenly his eyes turned friendly. He walked quickly using a stiletto as if wearing flip-flops.

"Okay, someone is looking" said the woman, spoiled, her hands curled up on the King's arm.

"Ah, yes. I asked him to come here." The king smiled politely as he tried to let go of the hand of the woman beside him.

"Have come. Let's sit there!" said the King while pointing at an empty chair in the corner of the store.

"Father!" shout Vincent.

Vika rolled her eyes to hear Vincent back in action. However, a mischievous idea appeared in his brain. He intends to follow Vincent's drama in front of the snake woman.

"Darling, who is he?" asked Vika with a gentle smile.

"S-Darling?" Suddenly, the woman released her hand.

"Oh, introduce. He's Suszy our new partner, Sa-honey," said the nervous King.

Vika's stomach feels amused to see the King who is not good at acting. He repeatedly tried to swallow his laughter so as not to break. Now Vincent went forward and asked the king for a sling.

The boy now threw a cynical look at Suszy.

"Tante why hold my papa?" ask Vincent.

Suszy did not hear Vincent. The woman said goodbye, then entered the staff room. After Suszy's figure disappeared behind the door, Vika's laughter broke.

"Haha! Cie .. who has a new fan!" ledek Vika's.

"Appaan, anyway! Not funny!" exclaimed the King as he stepped onto the table he had just appointed.

After arriving at the table, they sat down and began to discuss the problem of shop turnover that continues to climb. Meanwhile, King intends to close the partnership due to inadequate HR.

"I agree with you. If there is no reliable supervisory team, we will be exhausted."

"Alright, for a while please help me keep an eye on this tavern and the rest of the Jagorawi toll area."

"Ready, Boss!" said Vika.

"Papa Raja, can Chen ask for something?"

"What's Chen?"

"Chen wants to sleep with Papa Raja tonight" Vincent said suddenly.

"Eh, tumblr. Why?" ask Vika.

"Did Chen miss Papa Mahen?" The king looked at his nephew.

Vincent just lowered his fingers now twisted the end of the uniform shirt in doubt.

"If by sleeping with uncle can make you a little relieved. Uncle will do it as long as Chen wants!"

"really?" Chen asked with sparkling eyes.

On the other hand, Vika was holding back her crying so as not to break. He turned his face to take his eyes off. Guilt was back in his heart. But he has no other choice. He hopes, hopefully this is the right choice for him and Vincent.

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