Trapped in the Love of the President

Chapter 111

The request that came out of Madam Merina's lips made Amira's body sit limp near her mother. What he was afraid of really happened. His mother did not approve of his relationship with Vincent.

"Stay with her, Ami" said Mrs Merina once again.

Slowly Amira released her hand at her mother, a clear white liquid began to accumulate in her eye patch. He looked at his mother's face and nodded slowly.

"Mom, why? Is it because of Aunt Thalia? Is it true everything he said if …." Amira stopped saying that she could not say that her mother had been the third person in her mother Vincent's household.

Madam Merina was stunned listening to her daughter's remark. She did not think Amira knew of her past. Grandpa Juan who was near them just kept quiet without understanding what the two of them were talking about.

"You ... already know, Ami?" mrs Merina asked in a disjointed voice.

Amira nodded slowly and wiped her tears before falling onto her cheek. He looked at his mother with sadness.

"If you know, it is better to part from him, Ami. I don't want you to be in touch with them," Mrs Merina's pinta is still persistent in maintaining her ego.

"No .. I'm not going to part from Vincent, ma'am. I love her" said Amira as she stood up and ran away from her mother, leaving the house.

"Femin!"

The girl ran out of her house without caring for her mother's screams. The clear liquid started flowing down his cheeks, but he ignored it this time.

Grandfather Juan looked at Madam Merina sharply asking for an explanation. "What's really going on? Why did you tell him to split with Vincent?"

Madam Merina swallowed her saliva with great difficulty. He let out a long sigh and began to recount the events of his bitter past to Grandpa Juan.

After listening to the reality spoken by his son-in-law, Grandpa Juan was slightly stunned and sat on the sofa with his body drooping. Madam Merina tried to calm him down. "Dad, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to lie to you," said Madam Merina with a slight sob.

Grandpa Juan raised one of his hands and sighed softly. "That's it. Leave me alone, I want to calm down first" he said, standing and walking limply to his room.

Madame Merina was alone in the living room. He cried remembering his past. He did not want his daughter to have to bear the consequences of her past actions. He also did not expect his daughter would fall in love with the daughter of the woman.

'Why should my daughter fall in love with him? Is fate playing us now?' inner Lady Merina was sad.

In fact, for many years, he had tried to avoid all things related to the Royal Group. He does not want to remember his dark past and does not want his daughter to know the truth, but the thread of their destiny is not cut off so easily.

Tiffany who had been standing on the stairs was slightly stunned to hear the confession coming out of Madam Merina's mouth. He was still standing at the bottom of the stairs, until Madam Merina turned to look at him in shock.

"Have you heard everything?" madam Merina asked sharply to disperse Tiffany's daydream.

"Tante, is that all true?" search Tiffany.

Madam Merina nodded slowly and walked over to him, then patted Tiffany's shoulder softly. "As you heard. Aunty hope you want to help Aunt keep it a secret from Ami," asked Mrs Merina.

"But Aunt ... Ami also has the right to know ...," Tiffany declined.

"Tante doesn't want her to get sadder and feel guilty for having been in contact with the man. Do you want him to keep blaming himself?" asked Madam Merina coldly.

Tiffany shook her head slowly and lowered her face. Madam Merina smiled faintly and slapped back on the girl's shoulder.

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Amira came out of the house without bringing anything. He kept walking away from his house. Although the tears on her cheeks had dried up, she had no intention of returning home. The girl did not know where to go. It was in his heart to meet his lover, but he did not want the man to worry about him anymore. He did not want to add to the burden of his lover's mind anymore, because he knew that his lover was having his own problems.

Amira's footsteps stopped at a boutique. In front of the boutique is a window made of glass and a mannequin statue that is wearing a piece of a very beautiful wedding dress. Amira stood in front of her and kept looking at the dress.

'Why are they all against our relationship? Why?'

Amira sat down in front of the storefront, still reluctant to go from there, until a boutique waiter came out and greeted her.

"Miss, I saw you earlier seeing this dress. Would you like to come in and try it?" haul that boutique waitress.

Amira looked up and looked at a woman in her thirties standing beside her. Amira immediately stood up and tried to smile kindly. He also shook slowly. "Ah no need, Mom. I'm just looking around ...."

Unfinished Amira spoke to the woman, suddenly she was interrupted by a man behind her. "Please let my lover try it" said the man, embracing Amira's shoulder.

"alright. Please come in, sir," said the boutique waiter.

Amira turned to the source of the voice. "Adrian?" call Amira in disbelief with her eyes, "Why are you here?" ask again.

Adrian does not answer, but pulls Amira's wrist and enters the boutique following the boutique waiter.

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Half an hour later, Amira and Adrian are out of the boutique. They walked together like lovers.

"thank you. We will negotiate first, after that we will tell you back," Adrian told the boutique waiter before leaving.

After being outside, Amira released her hand which was in Adrian's grasp. He let go of the laughter he had endured earlier, then rubbed his tears at the end of his eyes. Adrian looked at her and smiled wryly.

"At last you smile too, then you're more beautiful" she murmured softly, but could still be heard by Amira.

Amira stopped her laughter and regulated her breathing. His face was embarrassed. "Thank you, because of you, I've gotten a little over my problems" Amira said sincerely. Adrian just nodded slowly without asking further the problem the girl was facing.

Adrian and Amira were posing as lovers and trying on the wedding dress that the girl saw on the display. At first Amira refuses, but Adrian insists on forcing her. Amira does not know that it was all planned by Adrian himself.

Half an hour ago, Adrian had already noticed Amira from inside his car. He saw the condition of the girl who was so fragile, he wanted to feel like he was comforting the girl. The idea crossed Adrian's head to contact the boutique, all he had planned with the owner of the boutique. Of course it was not free, she had to buy a wedding dress that Amira tried earlier, although she did not know what she bought it for. To be given to his wife is also impossible, after all he is married. He willingly did it to see the smile on his girlfriend's face.

"By the way, why are you here? I mean in Serenity," asked Amira who had been curious since.

Adrian smiled faintly. "I'm having some business here. So I stayed here for a while. Ordinary, office affairs," he replied briefly without elaborating.

"Where are you going? I'll take you, how? I'm having some free time" Adrian said to Amira. He wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to get closer to the girl, but Amira refused.

"no need. I'm having an appointment with a friend of mine nearby, too" Amira's pretext lies. He didn't want to bother Adrian.

Adrian had glanced at the ring around Amira's ring finger, but he did not want to ask her further. He could guess the meaning behind the ring and who gave it.

"alright. Then I'll go first. We haven't exchanged phone numbers?" adrian asked before he got into his car.

"I was in a hurry to get out and forgot to bring a cell phone," replied Amira smiling faintly.

"Well, it's okay, Ami," said Adrian casually, then took out a business card from his wallet and gave it to Amira.

"This is my business card and it's got a contact number. If you need my help, you can call me" Adrian continued.

Amira received the business card and smiled, then nodded. Adrian returned his smile and got into his car, driving his car back across the city streets.

To be continue ....