The Poor Girl Owns the CEO

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Grappings.

Layla hugged the grandmother, pleased with what she had just heard.

"Thank you grandma, you're trying to get back to health. Even grandma already wants to learn to talk again." said Layla with a tone of voice that sounded happy.

"You two, the greatest women of my life!" danu said, standing by the edge of the patient's bed.

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A few days later.

Now Layla and Danu no longer live in an apartment. Instead of occupying a house that is quite magnificent and large. With some facilities that were deliberately prepared Danu for Layla and Dahlia's grandmother.

A weekend, a very long-awaited day for Danu and Layla. The two of them release their respective busy cannons.

Layla gave up her busy life as a student, and Danu let go of her busy life as a boss in the office.

Cup.

"Good morning, baby!" Danu kissed and hugged Layla from behind.

"By the morning, ka!" said Layla with blushing cheeks, glancing at the tail of her eyes at the mbok who was holding back her laughter.

"Well, a few months of marriage, the Non is the same Young Master.

"Mboooooks! Focus on the same cuisine! Watch out, it'll be charred! It must not taste good!" great-granddaughter Danu without turning her eyes on Layla's face.

For Danu, the beautiful scenery in the morning is when he is spoiled with Layla. Hugging Layla from behind, and leaning her head against Layla's shoulder, she looked at Layla's blushing cheeks. The little things that make him will not get bored, repeat the same thing again.

Layla's presence in the kitchen, just to help the cook breakfast for them together.

"Yeah! I'm right there, don't bother me!" layla's whine, as Danu continues to pout her lips around Layla's neck.

"I'm not bothering you, baby!" refute Danu.

"Da-nu! Bo-yeah, ku-ra-ng, ke-ker-ja-an!" granny Dahlia, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a female nurse.

"Ah grandma, I'm not a bad boy grandma!" deny Danu, take off his hug from Layla.

"Let me just sus, who pushed her. Just help my wife and the mbok!" edict Danu.

Danu pushed the wheelchair in the other direction, the back garden that was covered with red roses. Flowers planted by Layla herself. And treated by the residents of the house.

"Ba-ha-gi-a, ka-pan, ka-mu!" grandma asked Dahlia, then inhaled some air and released her slowly.

"Later on, grandma. I have to wait until Layla graduates from school. And wait until Layla is ready to contain my seed! The seeds of love for both of us." said Danu, did not want to give false promises, nor false hopes to Dahlia's grandmother. The presence of a child in the household.

"Assynriding, mah!" baskoro said, kissing the back of his mother-in-law's hand.

"New dateeng, pah? Just alone?" danu asked, after kissing the back of his father's right hand.

No longer a new question in Baskoro's ears anymore. He seemed to know, what the child would ask, when he saw Baskoro who was looking at Danu's house.

"Who do you want papa to come here with?" asked Baskoro with a mocking look.

"Papa's still sure, want to hear me say it?" asked Danu with a triumphant soft look.

"Basin' bad boy! You're really Danu!" baskoro.

"Bah, grandma, baby.we're having breakfast! I'm ready at the table!" layla said, swinging her legs toward the whereabouts of the husband.

"Congratulations, thank you, baby!" Baskoro stroked his chest, feeling helped by Layla's arrival.

"Ihs dear.. You must be on my side!" sulk Danu with pursed lips, looked at Layla with disappointment.

Cup.

Layla lands a kiss on Danu's cheek. Make Danu pull the corner of her lips upwards.

"That's my wife!" said Danu.

Hap.

"Yahoo!" peekit Layla's.

His body seemed to float, into two burly Danu hands, bringing Layla into his sling. Bringing her left the garden behind, forgetting grandmother Dahlia and papa Baskoro.

Papa Baskoro pushes Dahlia's grandmother's wheelchair, following the footsteps of her son and daughter-in-law. They went to the dinner table for breakfast together.

"Te-ri-ma, ka-sih ka-you, sa-s-that's re-ka, be-be-be-dou-two" said Dahlia's grandmother, with the severed syllable broken off.

"It's been a must for me mah, uniting Layla and Danu!" baskoro Chirde.

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