TRAPPED Marriage

Past

Om Yoga immediately directed his view and immediately allowed the sponsor to take over.

The man named Rizal lowered his head for a moment and started to open his mouth, But..

"It's good to see you again... Do you not recognize me?" Ask on.... Maybe Tia, because I'm so new to this world.

"Miss Sandra?"

I raised my eyebrows high.. "I...?"

"Yes.. You're.."

Ha..? . Do I know him.?

"Ah... Hmmm..." I can only put on a smile with a million questions and wonder about the figure of Mr. Rizal who really seems to be the same age as me.

"What's the News Sir. Rizal, nice to meet you" I reply ahirnya trying to melt the atmosphere that began a little less conducive.

Fortunately Mr. Anwar immediately took a look at the subject and continued on about the promotion they wanted and of course all the concepts.

After detailing the details, we finally ended the meeting today. But...

"Can I have some time alone with Mom. Sandra?" Sosok sir. Rizal apparently was not satisfied with my response earlier.

But I really don't remember anything about him. Only, there were indeed some things that seemed somewhat familiar.

I actually wanted to refuse, but.. Men of this level do not like rejection. And I hope this is our last meeting.

Know each other or not, if I almost forget 99% like this. Then he never had any contribution in my life. So then.. I hope that.. Finished getting here.

"Did being Super Star's wife make you forget all your past?" Mr. Rizal does not need a base - stale for his purpose.

"Thank you in advance, for remembering our introductions. But without any disrespect, I really don't remember you"

"Sandra... You're still the same, never caring about other people's feelings"

L'm... You know.lho.indeed this feeling that happened between me and the stranger in front of me.

"Maybe my face changed a little, but my voice should not" Mr. Rizal took off his glasses "I had an accident so I had to rearrange my jaw, but my eyes or voice were all the same"

Ah... Why is it long...

Hmmmm... I am sorry about what my father experienced.

"Do you know why I was in an accident?"

I shook my head quickly, that's a strange question.

"Because I want to pursue you who will decide to work"

Wait for... The gospel freak.. Know me far from before ? I blinked my eyes a few times.

"I am the son of the second wife of the Adilaksono family. We were schoolmates when I lived with my grandmother" Ahirnya Pak Rizal made a confession without reducing his strict attitude.

Welll.... The only name Adilaksono I know is... Si Rizal's.. My ex-boyfriend?

Unintentionally I stood up, my bead roundly observing the handsome face before me.

Rizal was quite good looking at the time, but this face was completely different.

Rizak who aky knows also does not have a stocky body. That's really not my type, again I don't like men with bodies full of muscle.

"It's impossible...." I clenched my own mouth.

"Do I look much better?"

I just swallowed my saliva rough. The problem is, between me and Rizal there is a problem that I have not or do not want to discuss. Because it is no longer necessary.

"I think I'm on your criteria now"

I patted my eel, 'that's the problem' my inner self.

"I've come to you as you promised, and I don't mind if you're a widow"

My legs are starting to limp... I just made peace with a weirdo who forced me to get married.

Now another strange person appeared...

"The process will not be difficult as long as you are willing, I will take care of it"

Like trying to force me to divorce.

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