Trapped in a Fake Grip

TGP 50 Is Not About Us

Does this miracle exist? Or is it just a word I want to use so there is no word of despair?

After successfully landing their buttocks on the soft surface of the sofa, the two men who had charm and also good looks above average it looked clumsy and a little awkward. How to face the Lioness who is now staring sharply, flat and cold towards them.

Erdian cleared his throat to reduce the bit of awkwardness that was currently lingering spoiled in his heart.

"Reta, did we come at a bad time?" for some reason such a question was even thrown clearly from Erdian's mouth which now clearly he regretted very much.

"It's obvious you know Er, why do you have to ask again?" Renata answered.

Again, Erdian seemed to fall down to hear the answer from the woman in front of him. The woman he adored very clearly stated that she most likely did not expect his arrival.

Erdian could only sigh heavily, conquering the chunks of ice that were piling up in his female heart was indeed not easy. I don't know what patience he should have to feel at home on Renata's side at the moment, but honestly in his heart the grown man was grateful even though Renata replied with a ketus, saying, but not immediately silence her as before.

"I mean we came here there's something I want to tell you, not about us. It's more than that, it's about my son Nick and your daughter."

Erdian tried to open an explanation to Renata.

"You're very confident, Mr. Erdian. Since when is there about us! Don't dream if you don't feel sleep." murmured Renata heard Erdian about the 'about us' problem that made him more amused.

"Since then until now, if only you'd forgotten Re." Erdian instead chuckled at his own words.

Renata looked glared and this time, to be honest Erdian felt victorious and happy. Renata is back as it used to be. It all makes Erdian feel anxious and as if back to puberty a long time ago.

Looking at the two parents who were acting silly, and far from the theme also the topic of his goals came a long way, the intent and purpose of wanting to straighten out into misunderstanding between him, he said, Renata and Sena. Nick was also angry. Without wanting to end the heated debate between the Papa and also his future Papa wife. Nick also sauntered to want to visit Seta's room and see the state of his girl who had a fever this afternoon.

"Nick's. Just stop! where are you going?" it turns out that Renata's observant eyes are still functioning well. The evidence can still see the footsteps of Nick who was swinging about to climb the stairs.

"If Papa Sama Aunty is still busy with your debate, please. I want to see the situation of Seta, sorry Aunt please continue." replied the young man sounding tickling.

"Is there anything you want to explain to me? Er, is there anything I don't know?" this time Renata asked in a smooth-pitched voice, as smooth as possible.

"Nick, come here. Let's explain together to the future mother and your future in-laws." Erdian teases Renata

"It's old, not insyaf even more so. Who would be your wife, that lascivious and heartless man." Renata's murmur doesn't take.

This time, Nick was the one who laughed out loud when he heard Renata's rant that made his awkwardness and fear of yawning disappear somewhere.

"But you once loved the same guy you said was perverted, this mottled nose. I'm still good-looking, right, Reta?" Erdian again seduced Renata by raising her eyebrows black and thick. The corner of the man's lips incessantly curved, his heart warmed and his life seemed to return in color.

"It's Er. I've been dizzy hearing all your babbling. Nick, come here, explain everything you're supposed to explain. Don't make Auntie dizzy."

This time, Renata really brought back the young man before her. Curiosity so stifled his head.

There's nothing about us, not nothing but then. Now he must know the real purpose of the arrival of this father and son. So thought Renata.

The baritone's voice was clear.

Seriate..

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