The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Grandma Dahlia

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"Who else is home?" Layla draped her two hands around Danu's neck. Stare at a house that stands firmly among its green rice fields.

"Of course it's grandma's house, it's who else's house." Danu took Layla down from her grasp.

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you from the beginning, making you think badly of me! I'm not leaving you, La! We are the same as living this relationship with the same open." said Danu.

Ting nong, ting nong.

Danu pressed the bell on the wall near the door. While Layla was staring around her cool-looking air, the place was so beautiful and quiet from the crowd.

Chequek.

A young woman, dressed in a nurse uniform, appeared behind the door.

"How's Grandma doing, Sister Lia?" ask Danu to the woman who is called a nurse.

"Okay sir." replied the nurse with a sparkling gaze staring at Danu.

"La, come on over here! I know sus, my wife!" Danu introduces Layla to the young woman still standing at the door.

"Young Master's Wife?" a shocked face immediately appeared on Sister Lia's face.

Layla catches the shock that Sister Lia shows, what happened to Sister Lia? Does she also think as rich mom and dad, I got married because I got pregnant first?

"Girl!" Layla extends her right hand in front of sister Lia.

"Suster Lia." Lia returned Layla's hand, smiling in front of Layla.

What is more this girl? Does her age seem very young? See that, the twins alone are still bigger than me, his thin body is no less rich flattening board, his skin color is so rivet, as often exposed to sunburn, as often exposed to sunburn, different from my skin that is smooth and clean. This girl framed Young Master Danu, and forced Young Master to marry this madus, which is funny.

"Where's Dahlia's grandmother, sus?" danu asked, looking at Dahlia who kept looking at Layla.

"There's behind Young Master, let's enter Master, Miss... The big madam must be very happy to see you two." great-granddaughter Sister Lia, led her in two towards a garden that was behind the house.

Layla pulls out the narikkk t-shirts Danu wears. "What's polite huh, find a rich granny gini? We're gonna smell dry." Layla's great-grandson, raised a little of her right hand, inhaled an unpleasant scent from her body.

Sister Lia, feeling a bloodless sting, as her gaze looked at her second shadow on the glass. Danu seemed so possessive of embracing Layla's shoulder.

Just try it's me, my heart's happy batapa. Can the second relationship run aground, and I'm the one who replaces Miss? I should be able to snatch Young Master Danu out of the hands of this girl, I should make Young Master spend the night here, I should use the opportunity that will not be possible to come 2 times. monologue inner sister Lia.

"Grandma!" exclaimed Danu, when sister lia turned the wheelchair and made people who were in wheelchairs can see into the direction of Danu.

Danu stepped over to the old woman sitting in a wheelchair, her outstretched hand grabbed and kissed the back of the hand of the woman she called her grandmother.

"And you're coming, grandma! Grandma see who that is?" Danu gives Layla the code to move closer.

"Leave us, sus!" edict Danu. Which means they need some privacy.

"I'm Layla, grandma!" layla said, grabbing Grandma's right hand and kissing the back of her right.

Deg.

Dahlia felt a strange tremor in her heart, as her pair of eyes stared at Layla's pair of shady eyes.

Dahlia only smiled, tried to talk, but her lips were muddy and could only move without making a sound.

Who is this kid? Why is it not foreign? inner monologue Dahlia.

Layla frowned, why the same grandma? Have I seen Grandma before? My feeling this time to Bali, the first time I also saw it. But the gaze of his grandmother Danu is rich not foreign to see me!

Danu noticed her second stare. But time also made her realize not to tell Dahlia.

"Layla is Danu's wife, Grandma! Beautiful right? His age is also young, his face is as beautiful as his face when he was young." explained Danu, pushing the wheelchair towards the pool in the back garden.

Deg.

"Andu? Why is Grandma just quiet?"

Seriate...

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Pouring everything into the bow through words. From word to sentence. From a sentence strung together into a work 😅😅😅