Trapped by My Husband's Destiny

Always Right

"Dare husband candidates?" whispered the woman who was wearing the blue hijab. The woman still had a close sibling relationship with Nadia. He whispered towards Nadin, Nadia's sister.

"Ndak Bu De, still single really," replied Nadin soberly. Nadin actually felt uncomfortable with this sister of his mother.

"So, who's the kid? Isn't that Nadia's future husband's son?"

Still curious about the little boy Arkan was holding.

"That's the pony, Miss De."

"Kok equally pounding can be that close? Where are Mom and Dad?"

Fat women occasionally fix their hijab. He was still curious about the little boy Arkan was holding.

"His mother was Arkan's older brother. Already died. His father was sailing, so his father lives with Arkan now" Nadin said. He held the patience in his heart.

"Loh... Why not just come with her father?"

His mouth was a little curly when he said that sentence.

"The boy's father was sailing. No way his son was taken away... come to work too?"

Nadin's patience can still be held in the chest. In the last sentence, Nadin's voice was slightly raised.

"Trus... will the child live with Nadia when she is married?"

His eyes slightly dodged when asked with Nadin.

"Yes, I don't know...!"

"You said it's with Nadia, if that little boy lives with Nadia when he's married, it's a hassle. Means Nadia like marriage with duda dong. Must have bothered Si Nadia take care of someone else's child. Better take care of your own child," he said.

"It's even more troublesome if our lives like to take care of other people's lives, Ms. De. Got the title of S4 dong," said Nadin.

"the4? Wong I Junior High isn't over. How to get an S4? Opo iku?"

"It is hard to see happy people. It's good to squirm hard people" said Nadin.

"Yo clear. Wong Bu De has been married three times. Must have been a lot of experience," Nadin laughed insinuatingly.

"Child today, advised even ngeyel," he said again. The woman who had been sitting beside Nadin from the start of the event to the end, turned her body to talk to the person who was behind.

Nadin smiled triumphantly. A few minutes Nadin was still sitting in the same position waiting for the Arkan family to enjoy the buffet. He heard the woman called Bu De telling him about Mr. Lurah and his affair. Nadin could only shake his head.

"I don't remember my own disgrace, but talk about someone else's disgrace."

"Sister...! Called Mama...."

Nadin hears Nadia screaming at him and gives the code by pointing their mother next to the food table.

Nadin moved quickly.

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Nadia was sitting not far from Arkan who was enjoying a meal. The girl who was talking to her family, occasionally glanced at Arkan. But the focus is not on the man who is already his fiancee. But focus on Daniel who is repeating Fandi.

Daniel and Fandi sitting next to Arkan. Daniel, from that moment, toast a nine-year-old boy. They look very familiar. Daniel affectionately paid attention to Fandi. Sometimes Nadia also sees the spoiled behavior of Fandi to Daniel.

Arkan who was beside the two of them, was talking to his older brother who was also enjoying a meal.

There was a hint of jealousy in Nadia's heart seeing Daniel being so close to Fandi. Why would Arkan's assistant get that close to Fandi? Does that mean he meets that little boy often? Will when married Nadia be that close to Fandi? The unimportant questions were on Nadia's mind.

Stimulated back in her mind about Riana's statement regarding Arkan and Daniel. He tried to throw bad thoughts away, but Riana's voice seemed to stick constantly in the ear.

"Is it true that they have a special relationship?"

Nadia looked at Arkan who occasionally laughed at Fandi because of Daniel.

"Why do I see them so well-matched? Is Arkan like a father to Fandi and Daniel like a mother to the little boy? Ah...no...no...."

Nadia tried to stabilize her heart. Throw away negative thoughts that travel to the brain. He again mingled with the chatter of the mothers who were at the side. Broadly speaking, conversations are not important and only tell others. Nadia was just listening. Sometimes he does not like this, but sometimes also dissolve in the chatter of mothers who are definitely in the category of ghibah. Most of them do not realize that and feel normal with their behavior.

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