THE WAITING OF SHOLEHAH'S WIFE

pick up part 2

Adiba is gone

he left the room with a million questions on his mind.

Who her?why claim to be my future husband? Run my future husband not even

know him. ehh for a moment where is he going to take me?

Staring at the shoulders

the width that had been staring back at him.

aaaaaa lest he's a lunatic, but

from the face and the way he dressed it is impossible he is a crazy person. There can't be a madman as handsome as him, though,

don't you?

A lot

the question in Adiba's mind, he ran after the man offset his steps

the wide one, leaving Aisyah who was still standing in her place.

It looks there

two men dressed very formally then approached him.

"Excuse me sir, sorry who are you? why claim to be my future husband?”

Staring at the man earlier and directly looking down at his sharp gaze.

"Did you introduce, he's Young Master Gibran."

The man next to her introduced.

Yeah, he is

Gibran Adelard Wijaya, son of Mahendra Adelard Wijaya and Alexa Adelard

Wijaya, S3 graduate at a very prestigious university in the UK. Families

Adelard Wijaya has many companies in the field of gold and oil mining

and dozens of subsidiaries in property, hospitality and mall

spread out all over the world.

Her father

Mahendra Wijaya has died 2 years ago, he inherited all the family assets

in the name of Gibran. Gibran initially refused to accept his father's wealth

thus, he wants to live independently with income for his hard work

by oneself. But with a million seductions and drama the mama ended up with a weight

gibran's heart accepted it.

"Young Master Gibran?" Embolden

self-examining his face.

"We're just leaving Vin."

Grabbing Adiba's hand and ignoring his question, pulling him out towards

parking places.

Adiba's Eye

it was like looking out to see his hands touched. Reflex he brushed Gibran's hand off, though,

her skin that had come into contact with the non-mahram made Adiba feel

guilty.

"Where? I have not yet dressed and

my books sir."

sharp, the nature of the girl makes her face red.How dare this girl defies

until he brushed his hand. There are many women out there who want to

olen a Gibran Adelard Wijaya. They do a lot of ways to

got his attention and Gibran just thought it was a passing wind, but this?

This cute little girl how dare she reject me.

"No need miss, we're just going for a minute. Everyone is waiting"

 awab secretary Vino initiative when looking at

his young master's already red face held back the anger due to the girl's attitude.

Gibran is back

grabbed Adiba's hand and gripped him very strongly and pulled him.

"Sorry sir, please let go of my hand.we're not mahram."

Lirih adiba

with her teary eyes, the grip on her hand was too strong.

Hears

adiba said, Gibran immediately released the grip. Look at that place

sharp then passed leaving Adiba and Vino's secretary. Adiba

holding his arm. The small, white arm has now turned into

redness.

"Please miss, we'll just drive you"

secretary Vino

stretching out his right hand gives a guide.

Adiba stepped

towards the direction indicated, followed by the Vino secretary beside him. Setiba

in the parking lot, Gibran waits at the door of a black luxury sports car

which is already open.

"Come in" looked at Adiba's face

at a glance then turned his gaze in another direction with his flat face.

"But where are you taking me?"

Adiba's Hand

propping up on the car door still doesn't want to get in.

"Don't ask too many questions!" Answered

with flat face.

"I won't go in until you answer

my question!" Adiba's voice was slightly raised because of his annoyance

unanswered.

"Your parents died, we're waiting

funeral now!"

Answering with a voice no less high, Gibran did not like to hear someone

defying every word let alone snapping at him.

"What?"