THE PASSION OF THE CEO
CHAPTER 58. THE BUMIL FAD
Verrel and Deandra arrive with Frans and twenty bodyguards. Today Mr. Yahya and Mrs Ayu arrived in the homeland. Her grandfather and mother Verrel arrived from New York. They boarded a private plane belonging to the Ceyhan family.
"You okay?" Verrel asked because he saw Deandra was agitated.
"Hmmm.yes, I'm good," she replied briefly.
"That's opa and mama. Let's welcome." his hand clasped the girl's hand.
'Will I be well received by this family? The concern has been raised since yesterday.
Looking like a tall old man, his face was exactly the same as Verrel. Now he knows where Verrel got his cold face and attitude from.
Next to him stood a very beautiful middle-aged woman. Despite the age of half a century, there were no wrinkles on his face. Really beautiful, she is Lady Ayu Prastita Ceyhan her mother Verrel. First wife of Amran Ceyhan.
"Hello, Opa." said Verrel hugging and kissing his grandfather's cheek.
"So this is what you did, forgetting your mom and your mom?" said the man glanced at Deandra.
The deg!
That look was exactly the same as Verrel. Sharp tearing.
"Sorry opa. I'm busy taking care of the company and the wedding."
"Hello, ma. How are you?" hugged the beautiful woman and kissed her cheek. Verrel looks different now.
"This is my future wife Deandra, please,"
Politely Deandra shook Yahya's hand which kept looking at him sharply. He did not even dare to raise his face, the old man reminded him of Verrel at the beginning of the meeting.
"Hello, ma. Welcome," hugged mom Verrel. Verrel's mother's warm attitude made him a little calm.
"Whose son are you hamili? You owe me an explanation, opa didn't educate you like this" Yahya said.
"Okay, opa. Don't misunderstand me. Not everything is what Opa thinks."
The group left the airport for the main house. Yuna has ordered the waiter to say
None of them intend to talk. Until he got home, the servants stood up to greet then Deandra realized.
...**...
As the days went on, sunlight crept in through the slit of the window cloth in the room where a pair of human children hugged each other. The two shared warmth under the covers in a plain state. Deandra's body wriggled in the arms of the burly man, deandra looked at his saliva, he was always hanging every waking up. He always woke up in a state of innocence, without realizing he who was asleep was always stripped naked by Verrel.
He felt comfortable in the man's arms. It was quite difficult actually for the girl to accept a fate toying with her, but the confidence made her a strong woman. It is his choice, the choice to endure for the good of others at the expense of himself. He could have run away from there regardless of the fate of his servants. But he couldn't do it.
“Destiny will always bring happiness. Not everything we want has to be achieved without struggle and sacrifice. Sometimes we have to work on our own to get a better future.
He closed his eyes again. ‘At least I feel comfortable with Verrel's tenderness and his attitude that has started to change a little. Although I have to serve his wild, uncontrollable lust at all times.
The comfort he got from Verrel was very different from that he got from his lover. Even the man's masculine embrace and scent greatly calmed his heart. He just wants to be happy and live a quiet life, now the dream seems to approach him. The fruit of Verrel's love is now in his body. All the luxuries that man gave her.
“Honey,” said Verrel while kissing the head and face of the girl. Verrel's touch always destroyed his defenses, there was a strange sigh in his body.
“You're up? Don't move much, baby. Your movements awaken my passion.” whispered the man without shame while pulling Deandra's body.
His face was attached to a muscular chest that was overgrown with fine fur, deandra's face blushed.
“Stop moving, Mrs Verrel. I can't promise I'll lock you up all day if you keep teasing me,”
Deandra ignored Verrel's words, stroking Verrel's plain chest and landing a light kiss there. The gentle touch of his hand and the kiss on his chest made Verrel's passion rise again. Deandra was getting more and more daring to feel the man's body.
“You won't forgive me, baby. You're getting brave now,” Verrel gets up and overpowers his body. Unknowingly deandra amazed looking at the beautiful sculpture in front of him. “I warn Mrs Verrel. Never wake a sleeping lion. Because if he wakes up, he won't stop until he's satisfied.”
Those beautiful eyes only looked at Verrel while smiling. Deandra was curious, she lost her sane mind. An hour or so of hot romance was finally at its peak.
...**...
“Good morning, Opa.” greet Deandra to Yahya who is reading the newspaper.
“Good morning, Ma.”
“Good morning,honey.” while hugging and kissing both cheeks of his son-in-law. “Come,sit.”
Verrel who had been sitting immediately stood up when Deandra approached and pulled a chair for him, he kissed the top of his favorite girl's head. His sweet attitude was monitored by Yahya who had been watching Deandra.
“Nia.”
The waiter named Nia immediately entered with a trolley filled with food and began to serve it at the table assisted by Rita. “Happy to enjoy Big Master, Big Lady, Mr. Verrel and..” the waiter was silent for quite a long time.
“Mrs Verrel! Remember that, Mrs Verrel!” snapped it.
“Ma-forgive me, Mr.”
“Have left here,”
Looking at the angry Verrel, Deandra clasped his hand and stroked him. With a soft voice he said “Honey, eat yes. Don't get angry.”
Yahya who always pay attention to the interaction of the two can see how Verrel's preferential treatment of his wife, and how Deandra relieve her husband's emotions. The old man who did not know about the story of the beginning of the marriage also gave his blessing.
“What do you want to eat, baby?” ask Verrel on deandra. Yahya and Ayu who were staring at each other saw Verrel's sweet attitude towards deandra. It's a strange and rare sight, a Verrel serving a woman.
“I like all, dear.”
“Ya I've already got ya.” said Verrel directly put food on the girl's plate.
“Do you want me to steam?” his question again was answered with a nod. With patience Verrel greets Deandra. Yahya was not stopping to pay attention to all that. He was more and more convinced of his granddaughter's marriage, the girl turned out great to be able to change Verrel, he thought.
“Nia,”
“Yes, Mr.” said the waiter who rushed into the dining room.
“Take pregnant milk for Mistress,”
“Good, Mr.” before getting sprayed again, the waiter quickly made milk for Deandra and gave it to her.
“After you,” Verrel said angrily to Nia.
“If you are angry and continue I do not want to drink,” said Deandra, began to sulk. His face pouted making Ayu hold back a laugh, seeing how Verrel persuaded Deandra.
“Come. Yes drink. Our son is thirsty, you have no pity? Darling..cup cup.”
“Hmmm. No dear to me. You keep getting angry.”
“Sorry to me baby. I promise I won't be angry anymore.”
“What's the guarantee that you're not?”
“What do you want? I'll do it, but drink the milk,” woo Verrel.
The old man sitting across the table could only shake his head at Verrel's attitude. ‘What sambet is my grandson why is he so gentle? Strange, it could also be that he seduced his sulking wife. He's not usually like that to anyone.
“I want to take a walk. I also want to eat fried rice kampung but you have to cook”
“Alright, Mrs Verrel. We went for a walk after the wedding huh?”
Sontak Yahya and Ayu were surprised to hear Deandra's request, which was confirmed by Verrel. How the story of a sadistic and ruthless CEO cooks village fried rice. Sunguh strange but real if until Verrel can do it without making Deandra more sulking.
