The Throne of Desire of the Candidate Duda

Chapter.121

During the day, Alvino and Aliya leave to find a new home for them to live in with their son.

The luxurious house in one of the elite area, with a modern feel that is so clearly visible, the grass green as far as the eye can see with the flowers arranged nicely in the yard, making Aliya stunned for a moment.

"Let's look at the interior, after that you can decide if you want this house, or we look for another one" Alvino told his wife.

"Yes, Mas. Come on." Aliya and Alvino step inside the house.

Currently in Alvino's hands there are two keys to the house that he will buy, the property owner has believed in Alvino, so without hesitation immediately give the key to Alvino.

Arriving inside again Aliya stunned, because the interior of the room that exceeded expectations. "It's amazing, this house is my dream home, long ago."

The exterior of a modern house has a symmetrical shape, flat roof and large windows. The interior design features neutral colors and a monochrome palette with a single accent.

Then, the residential plan applies an open concept or open concept with floating furniture that gives the impression of airy.

Alvino grabs Aliya's hand, invites her to go up to the second floor. "I'm not someone who can read other people's minds. But as far as I'm with you, I can recognize your character from all the stories you share with me. I keep trying to be the best for you and our child-to-be" Alvino said as far as he kept walking up the stairs.

Aliya who walked right beside the husband, could only fall silent. The days that he lived all felt meaningful, the smile that had left had now returned.

Somehow fate brought him to this point, until there was one time Aliya thought that maybe he was just asleep and would soon wake up.

In the past Aliya, had been drifting in the world perished, spooky, dark, dim and slowly he screamed over all the burdens of those who did not understand the situation.

The days passed, Aliya hoped something was meaningful and she wanted a real smile without any falsehood from her heart to come back soon

as soon as it was born again.

No one asked to go through such a situation.But Aliya believes, the universe is good to string his life story as great as this.

Keep waiting with a big heart, though,

survive in the way life flows

until he finally docked in the right person.

Alvino has managed to string together the memory of Aliya who used to be tangled now back knitted beautifully.

After climbing up the winding stairs, they reached the top floor, without delaying time, Alvino brought the wife into the main room of the house.

"How do you think this room suits us, right? We can do it on the walk in closed, the sofa, the bathroom is also very spacious and the sink is very sturdy."

Aliya turned to look at her husband while holding hands. "Actually what do you think Mas, what imagination fills your mind Mas?"

With one move Alvino pushed his wife's body to hit the glass wall of the room. Their views clashed with each other in a wild imagination that was equally shackled.

Aliya's gaze seemed to focus on looking at her husband, but her fingers were so naughty, began to caress the sixpack Alvino's stomach. "You want satisfaction."

Alvino's breath sounded trembling as he felt his entire body again bristling. "Huftt, I need you baby but .. oh shit." He immediately distanced himself because at this time they were in an improper situation.

"Ck, Albino's getting naughty asking out of the cage, huh?" ask Aliya while giggling by herself.

"Huh, yeah that's it, though,. If you like this house I'll take care of the letters immediately" Alvino said, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Yes, I like it. But if you can know how much it costs, the yard is very spacious, high fence, swimming pool in the rooftop. It's not cheap, is it?"

"Emm yeah not really, don't drain my savings. Take it easy, what matters is that you like it now."

Alvino feels he doesn't need to tell Aliya that the house is worth tens of billions. He was sure if Aliya knew it would only create new problems that he could not handle because indeed his wife could not be fully accustomed to the luxurious life like the big mistress of the conglomerate family.

Aliya squinted at the suspicious looking husband.

Of course in such a face, Alvino becomes uncomfortable. "Hey stop staring at me like that. Let's have lunch, I'm hungry."

"Can't it be at home, Mom?" aliya asked while holding the scale.

"Why? We haven't eaten out together in a long time." Alvino again grabbed Aliya's hand and was about to pull her out of the room, but the wife was still reluctant to move on. "Why else would you play here? Come on."

"Not that Mas, at two o'clock there will be a live football match on TV, I want to watch."

Alvino approached, touching his wife's forehead with the back of his hand. "Not hot, why the hell are you. From the morning of the ball continues, along the way also his discussion of Messi, until the meaning of the tattoo on the ketek Messi also you discussed."

"Ih kok ngegas. It's cool that people can play ball. Who can not play the ball just silence," said Aliya then step out ahead of the husband.

"I can, too, even score goals until you're pregnant!" shout Alvino. When he did not get a response from his wife, he immediately followed out of the room.

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In front of her study desk, Vina sat while staring at the nanar towards the neatly arranged picture frame there. Yes, photos of him and Noah dominate the frames.

"I'll learn to forget you from now on. Get used to it without your word and I will refrain from catching up with you. Yes, as hard as my conscience wants to fight, but can I? I don't know, let time prove it all if indeed we are paired, you will later return to me and I hope that at that time I have not found someone who makes me comfortable to get used to without your presence."

One by one Vina put the photos into a box that she had prepared beforehand. If in the past he always kept the photo well so that he could see every day, so this time he no longer wants it because it will only hurt the heart that misses someone who does not even expect it.

Reaping an empty hope is a pain that cannot be explained and also cannot be understood by anyone. But when what we plant is not in accordance with what we have harvested then you should remove the plant to the roots and replace it with a new plant, then, let's not forget to slip a hope for a better life without repeating the same wounds.

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