The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Wife

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"Enak by the way! Take the money!" layla murmur.

"Then what makes you sure Aleta's pretty, what's she using?" ask Danu again with full investigation.

"Pake the straw tip, ahahaha!" layla's laughter broke, seeing Danu and Arsandi gaping, hearing the answer she gave.

"Girlgay!"

Danu attacks Layla by tickling Layla's waist, making the girl squirm with a pang of pangs.

"It's a lot of care" said Arsandi by glancing at the rearview mirror of the car, with a smile on his back.

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While in another car, a woman continued to stare at the car in front of her. Aleta continues to follow where the car that took Danu, her former lover went.

"Less-natured, can Danu not liet me. Obviously I am more than all the gala if in the same bandingin that boy, snot boy, stink of kencur." said Aleta.

Bugh bugh.

Aleta hit the steering wheel with her fists.

"For as long as you're just mine, Danu. No one can belong to you but me." murmured Aleta.

Danu and Layla, again sitting quietly in the passenger seat, with the same face was awkward.

Arsandi parked his car in the hospital parking area.

"Are you sure you won't come inside?" ask Danu.

"No sir, sir and Miss are coming in. I can wait for you here." said Arsandi, rejecting Danu's offer.

"Basar you! Can't move on from ex!" cibir Danu, before the two of her get off the car.

"Cihs who can't move on it's you, sir! I still have another job, which I need to do." said Arsandi.

"You guys still want to argue? I go first! Mature men like weird!" sumpul Layla, planning to get out of the car to visit the state of Dahlia's grandmother.

Danu equalized his footsteps, following Layla who had already got off the car.

"You're walking fast! Rich people want to get a salary!" gerutu Danu, while successfully equating his footsteps with Layla, walked in tandem.

Layla was throwing her breath out violently. "Who told you to keep arguing with bang Ar!" layla murmur.

"La!"

"Hem!"

"Ehem ahem, emmm how do you feel, when you see Aleta's attitude towards me?" ask Danu, want to know how Layla feels about her.

Layla did not immediately answer Danu's question. He was silent in his footsteps.

But his mind continues to babble, angry anyway, my man. The time a husband wants to be touched by another girl who is clearly bini lo ngeliet. There is no feeling of being a man. But if I say, I'm sprained, I don't like it, tar Danu thinks I'm jealous dong.

"Hehehe, I know La. You must be jealous, you must be angry with Aleta, the proof was that you used the temple all nausea nausea, want to vomit that." kekeh Danu, the proof of that, he felt himself loved by Layla.

"Pe'de gile lo! Who is jealous too. My man is really, emm anu it. stomach pain, some make nausea, yes. perfume ex lo, make my stomach nausea!" kilah Layla, look for the reason behind her strange attitude earlier in the shophouse.

"No need for alesan, La. Oh, I love the way you do! Mind you way." praise Danu.

Chequek.

Danu opened the VVIP's ward. It looks like Dahlia's grandmother is leaning on the back of the nursery bed, with Baskoro in the chair that is on the right of the nursery bed.

"Where were you guys going? Why did you just arrive?" cecar Baskoro, staring with full search the child and his son-in-law who stepped in.

"Sorry pah, we stopped by for a while" explained Danu, greeting Baskoro's hand after Layla greeted him.

"And you're not weird, are you, La?" ask Baskoro, sangsi with the reason given by Danu.

While Danu directly keep the fruit parcels before they buy on the road.

"Not really pah. Layla Laper, keep stopping by for meatballs." Layla's great-grandson.

He stood on the left side of the bed, after tucking the back of Dahlia's grandmother's right hand.

Layla massages Grandma Dahlia's left hand. "Did grandma feel tired, after doing a fight?" ask Layla with a big smile.

"Like that, oh yeah La. All your school books, they're in the apartment. So there's no reason for you not to live in an apartment right now!" baskoro Chirde.

Layla turned with a gawk, what else to say if it had been gini.

Chequek.

The outpatient door is open from the outside.

"Hi, does my presence bother you? I hope not." at a definite step, the beautiful woman, not knowing herself, stepped into the nursery of Grandma Dahlia, with a smile that kept on splashing on her lips.

Baskoro and Danu turned towards the door, staring flatly at Aleta. While Layla, seemed indifferent to the presence of her rivals. While Dahlia's grandmother frowned.

One snake woman has been removed, now comes another snake woman her. Why is my granddaughter's life surrounded by snake women. Get the fuck out of my nursery! granny shouted Dahlia, though only inwardly without being able to say it directly.

"You followed me all the way here?" ask Danu flatly.

"I'm not following you, I just want to talk to you, have more time for us to talk to each other" Aleta explained, standing next to Danu, regardless of Baskoro's presence, Layla and Dahlia's grandmother.

Sreek.

Danu immediately brushed off Aleta's hand that was about to hug Danu's arm.

"Darling, sorry. We need to talk, there's something you need to hear. Explanation from me!" great-grandson Aleta.

Layla grinned, I know what to do.

"Mkumpl..." Layla covered her mouth with her right hand, stepped down from the outpatient bed, running towards the restroom.

"La! You why?" danu asked in a gawk, following the direction of Layla's movements that disappeared behind the bathroom door.

"Based on a stupid kid! Follow your wife!" Baskoro Gertak.

"What's? Wife?" Aleta grew wide, then gaped at what her sense of hearing was hearing.

Seriate...

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