The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

Drama queen

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"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!" gertak Baskoro, looking at Danu who did not follow Layla's footsteps.

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

"This must be because of your perfume again! After I return, I don't want to see your face again here! Catch that!" snapping Danu, looking at Aleta cynically, then stepped towards the restroom, seeing what happened to Layla.

"Om, om can explain to me instead. Who is that girl, om? In-he can't be Danu's wife, can he?" Aleta stepped in with gontai, approaching Baskoro with her saliva which she difficult to swallow.

Baskoro threw out his breath violently, in his heart hating the woman who was before him. Still remembered how long ago Danu was like a man who lost his direction, after living his first love.

Baskoro turned his head towards his mother-in-law, he could also feel his dislike of Dahlia on Aleta.

Baskoro moved from his seat. Step over to Aleta.

"My answer was, that girl just made it there, right?" ask Aleta again, I have to look more convincing again, let the old man Baskoro om who wants to die tomorrow, believe me.

"What do you want to hear? The aleta? Why are you here? Aren't you happy with the marriage arranged by your parents? Or is your husband's estate gone, so you left him and wanted to ask Danu back?" baskoro said cynically.

Aleta mengepalll, put on a sad face in front of Baskoro, damnnnn old father, you know again what happened to my life. But I can't give up, if you want to live a good life, you have to remove the veins of shame and self-esteem, Aleta. The gold mine is in front of you.

Grappings.

Aleta hugged onto Baskoro's two legs, sobbing profusely, said softly, shedding tears of her falsehood in front of the person whom she thought would sympathize with her.

"Om, sorry Aleta om, Aleta really still love Danu, son of om. Aleta never wanted to marry the man om, Aleta ngelakuin her also forced om. Please Aleta om, tell Danu to give Aleta a chance. Aleta will never leave Danu again. Aleta promise me! Aleta love dies the same Danu, om!" said Aleta with a voice made as clear as possible.

With her face down, clinging to Baskoro's feet, Aleta's right hand occasionally moved, sweeping the clear feathers across her cheeks with a rough, grinning smile she showed at her shadow on the hospital floor.

"Oh yeah? You think om's gonna believe all your drama's Aleta? You're so good at making things up, why don't you just take part in the drama queen selection, I'm sure you'll be the champion!" baskoro said at length.

"Om, I love Danu! Don't separate me from Danu, om! Danu must still love me, she just pretended to be cold to me!" kilah Aleta, turning the facts by stirring her face, saw the face of the old man she was seizing her trust.

"You're still here?" danu asked flatly, picking up Layla who looked limp.

Layla pursed her lips, staring dislikely at Aleta. Still at home again it's aunty girang.

Baskoro turned his head towards Layla, what's wrong with my daughter-in-law? Is he sick? Surely Danu made her exhausted at the top during her vacation.

"Keep you off my feet!" Baskoro Gertak.

Baskoro threw Aleta's body from her legs violently, making Aleta fall backward.

Sreek.

Bugh.

"Awhhh!" pekit Aleta with her shock.

Baskoro stepped over to the child and his daughter-in-law, without caring about Aleta who was still falling.

Aleta looked at Baskoro, with Aleta's right hand outstretched forward, as Aleta thought, Baskoro will help her stand up. Brazen, old man, want to die tomorrow! Look out, I'll be bales lo doings!

"What happened to Layla? You sick?" baskoro asked attentively to Layla, attaching the back of her right hand to Layla's forehead.

"It's just soy sauce, pah!" replied Danu, glancing cynically at Aleta.

"Cats, uwwekk!" Layla pura mengue.

"Make sure nausea again! Better papa get rid of that woman's reward! Layla wouldn't be able to breathe fresh, if there was still that woman in this room!" danu said heartlessly by pointing Aleta with his two sharp eyes.

"That's it, son?" Baskoro asked Layla, to reassure her sense of hearing.

Layla nods her head quickly, pura pura nausea back and pulls Danu to wash her back into the restroom.

"Yep!"

"Can't be barin!" Baskoro shook his head, staring pityfully with Layla.

Aleta stood on her two feet. Cheerfully staring at Layla's back, she vilifies Layla in front of Baskoro, throwing cruel slander at Layla.

"That stinky girl is definitely just a pura om! She is tricking om and Danu, the girl just wants Danu to be in charge of her pregnancy, it is not Danu om's fetus.it must be another man's seed!" said Aleta with a serious face, this time you will mampus rancid boy, big new boy yesterday afternoon, want to try to fight me which is obviously more hours of flying.

Baskoro grinned, hearing what Aleta said. This kid really doesn't give up, it's bad, and throws the bad at my son-in-law.

Grappings.

Danu who heard what Aleta said about Layla, swung her footsteps wide, then gripped Aleta's arm slowly.

"Gue sure, you believe me, don't you, baby!" said Aleta, looking at Danu with a fluffy smile. Yes, I made it, Danu's just mine.

Layla pura limp in front of the bathroom door, leaning against the doorpost.

"Pinter is lying, auntie is excited!" grouse Layla.

"And you! Don't tell me we believe what Aleta said?" baskoro asked with a probing gaze, I'm sure, Layla is not the girl Aleta said she was.

"And you know Layla better, than this stranger's reward!" said Danu coldly.

Aleta frowned. "Don't foolhh Danu! You have to trust me!"

Sreek.

Without speaking, Danu dragged Aleta's arm out of Dahlia's grandmother's ward. Then throw him, until the woman staggered unbalanced to her two legs when on foot, because in throw it just like that, like a worthless item again.

"Stay out of my wife's reach, out of my family's reach! I don't want to see you anymore!" said Danu with great emphasis, expensive the annoyance that had reached his sweet potato saw Aleta's behavior that was out of bounds.

Blams.

Danu closed the door and locked it.

"You suck, why didn't that woman get kicked out of here!" layla protests, seeing Danu who steps towards her.

"I'm sorry, honey! I also don't know where that woman can know we're here!" danu answered honestly, mengelusss the top of Layla's head fondly.

Baskoro who was initially confused, finally understood with Layla who now looked fine.

"You guys deserve a trophy from papa, so good at drama!" puji Baskoro's.

"Hehehe papa can do it!" layla said with a blush.

Seriate...

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