
"Cancel the wedding, let's find a way"
Ayana continues to babble while letting life tidy up the dangers used by ayana, tidying up some parts, fix the buttons and then fix the hijab Ayana, then slowly whisper facing the big glass
"It's so beautiful".
the screams of life restrained without caring about Ayana's babble that sounded unreasonable
like his promise last night, life really is already in Jakarta this afternoon.hearing the screeches of life makes Ayana upset
ishh...
"where's Murat?"
"He's feeling heartbroken"
muckish
"Why? want to run away with Murat?"
ask life suddenly
"Can?"
instead of answering Ayanna asked back
"Can"
answer life fast
"She'll probably take you to bed together, kiss your lips, your neck, and
.da.. You get to the bottom there"
say life as good as his
Ayana paused her lips, snorting resentfully towards life
"hueekkkk is disgusting"
"He's a big-class play boy"
whisper of life again
"What's worse between a play boy and a Casanova?"
ayana Fernut
life chuckles
"Sama-sama player, good at playing on the mattress"
whisper life while teasing
as soon as Ayana's ears turned red, her face felt warm
"Hayatt"
life chuckled, darting out as fast as lightning
Ayana was intent on chasing, but her steps stopped because Gao was already at the door while occupying her wheelchair. Suddenly I remembered the life speech
"Sama-sama player, good at playing on the mattress"
at once Ayana shook her head
Brrrrhh agghhh basic naughty girl
his oceh in the heart
"Why?"
Gao asked as he frowned, approaching Ayana whose face suddenly turned red
"You sick?"
"Ahhh not "
Ayana answered quickly
"Just a little nervous"
Gao smiled wryly, staring at Ayana's face long enough. He looked fascinated, his eyeballs as if they did not want to escape from the face that looked red.
How do you interpret it? like plums that have a lot of content in it that is full of meaning, can remove toxins in the body, make blisters of all bad fats and provide a level of freshness when enjoying it. The combination of sour and sweet flavors that are too perfect, can be devoured in any way while you like.
Can I touch you now?
ahhh Gao was eager to pull that beautiful hand now, hugging that tiny and tiny body into his arms like the seconds of yesterday as he swiftly motioned to catch Ayana into his arms, feeling warm and .. makes Gao lose his best words when he is always cleverly seducing any woman he likes.
The girl before him seemed to be a magnet herself, making all the unusual thoughts often disappear like swallowed by the earth.
"Are you ready, baby?"
her question gently towards Ayana
as soon as Ayana's heart seemed to want to jump out, the word love seemed to dominate the entire room at this time, she thought what was with her heartbeat??
Oh my god, subhanallah!!
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Ayana who sat beside her mother since then could only squeeze her palm, occasionally staring straight ahead saw everyone had prepared for her upaca session.
Not believing Gao is really reckless, ask to return home immediately despite having to be accompanied by a wheelchair and some of his personal doctors to continue checking his circumstances, just so that his marriage contract runs as he wishes.
"I marry you Julian Adrian Astaro hillatop Bin Allzigra Astaro hillatop with Ayana Dewi Abimayu Bint Ardhan Cakra Abhimanyu with a dowry."
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And his Islamic name sounded so beautiful behind Ayana's ears, the man completely changed his status, became a convert like his promise.
"I accept the marriage of Ayana Dewi Abimayu Binti Ardhan Cakra Abhimanyu with the dowry paid in cash."
"Huh?"
"Well"
"Well"
"Alhamdulillah"
As Ayana's tears spilled, she looked into her eyes, as if to say
I no longer belong to mom and dad, there are new guys who have dared to steal me from you.
Ayudia hugged the princess tightly, her cries spilling. Still terpatri struggle during pregnancy Ayana, when she just finished her college, when Hanif will just enter Kindergarten, when she was just about to finish college, when he got his first project with the hillatop company and William construction, at that time there was a lot of struggle to do during the 9 months of pregnancy, almost lost ayana in the womb, barely able to divide the time for the people he loved, Ardhan fury when he forgot all the examination schedule, ignoring the husband because of his busy life when his father-in-law had just died, she forgot that her husband needed her at that time, needed her support and support, almost disappointing Ardhan because of a misunderstanding with other men, ayana's birth made her more mature, more in love with her husband, making her the most perfect mother in the world.
Patrien was also reminded how when little Ayana suddenly disappeared in Thailand while they were on vacation there, her little girl was almost in child by some unknown person, he said, Hanif continued to cry looking for the younger brother in a panic, blaming himself for his carelessness.
ahh it feels like just yesterday she gave birth to her children, it feels like just yesterday she was holding a small baby whose skin is still reddish, but apparently their little girl has grown perfectly amazingly, she said, it is owned by someone else now.
ayudia hugged the princess so tightly, her cries spilling over without her being able to control.
"Honey, long life, healthy always, not the least, happy always with you, given Rizki abundant and always filled with millions of love"
it was the only prayer that Ayudia was able to say behind her beautiful lips that were beginning to age.
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Note \= Season mama ayudia & Papa Ardhan can be read in novels 2 different seasons
The love story of 2 human children between a young girl in 3rd grade of High School and a 32-year-old widower boy, life is like a rollercoaster that can make you meet and love anyone you ever thought. Walk through time.
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