VIRA (Viki And Nara)

ViRA 166's

Giska is enjoying her day at the salon. Spoiling his entire body with expensive and classy treatments.

"Ckk,, because of you." lamented Giska, looking towards his increasingly bulging belly. Blame the presence of the fetus in his stomach.

Giska remembered something. Suddenly Giska's facial expression changed. Like thinking of something. "Yes, this must be Renggo's son. Sure." said Giska confidently.

Because, Giska had slept with a foreign man when he was drunk. Even Giska herself did not know who the man was. Because when Giska woke up, she was already naked in a hotel room.

"Here you go, I better not think macem-m. He's the only asset I have right now" Giska said in her heart, thinking the baby now in her stomach was a precious asset.

How not, Giska was spoiled for money by Renggo and also his parents. Although his freedom is restrained, Giska can do something with the money.

While enjoying a massage on his body, Giska's cell phone rang. Make the owner reach into his bag. "Bawel really." said Giska with annoyance.

Giska got a message from her mother. To perform massages as well as salon treatments that are not harmful to the baby.

Irritatedly, put the phone back in the bag. "Gue just kayaking in jail. Ckk, why so long." complained Giska about the time he and Renggo would use to return to his country.

Of course, Giska immediately wanted to go to his country. Even if it is just a visit. "Hheehhhhh,,," Giska breathed a heavy sigh.

Always regretting what happened to her life. Pregnant, married to Renggo. And not married to Viki. Especially his regrets, besides that.

"Get aside." Giska snapped at the officer, suddenly. Her mood instantly changed as she thought of Nara.

The officer reflexed immediately away. "Mrs, careful. Mistress's content." she remembered Giska, because Giska with grusu grasa came down from the massage bed.

Giska looked sharply at him. "Cashy. This is my baby. No need for you to pretend to care." said Giska fiercely, not liking the employee.

Giska entered the room, where she would put her clothes back on. "Nara. The ashes, which are now Cinderella. Lucky for your life." murmured Giska looked at herself from the reflection of the mirror.

"But take it easy, I will definitely return you to where you should be. Wait for the play date." said Giska, looking at his stomach that began to look big.

According to Viki's estimate. Nara's grandparents, mother, and mother came to Mr. Smith's house. Like Viki's wishes, they were welcomed well. Like a guest in general by the host.

The view of Mrs Vanya examines the state of the house of the ex-husband, which is so luxurious and good. Many expensive items are displayed and installed in the house of the ex-husband.

Making Madam Vanya's eyes instantly glare and want it. "Why did I miss my house" he said in his heart.

Madam Binta smiled faintly at Vanya's behavior. "Surely he was sorry. Throw away the diamond." said Mrs Binta in heart.

Madam Vanya's eyes collided with Madame Binta's. Make the two meet each other. The calm demeanor of Madam Binta need not be doubted. He didn't even take his eyes off. And that made Madame Vanya immediately cut off their eyes.

"I'm sorry before, if our arrival interfered. However, there are things we want to say." said Mr. Beno kindly and remained authoritative.

"Tell me, sir." said Mr. Smith, pretending not to know.

"Look this." Mr. Beno justifies his way of sitting. He straightened his body, with a stick in his hand.

"I want you to do a DNA test, with your daughter and Vanya. Kayla." pinta Mister Beno.

"Kaila. Who's Kayla?" asked Mr. Smith smiling.

"Our daughter and Vanya. Can't you forget it?" said Mr. Beno, with a slightly up tone.

Questions that make Mr. Beno a little inflamed. But he suppressed his emotions so as not to explode. "Nara. Isn't she Kayla." insisted Mr. Beno.

"How are you sure, if she's my daughter. Especially me and your daughter never married" said Mr. Smith.

"What do you mean, if you've never been married?" mrs Rianti asked not to accept.

Mr. Smith smiled. "Aren't you alone, Madam, who told me. If your daughter doesn't have a husband like me." said Mr. Smith casually.

"You..!!" furious Mr. Beno, who finally provoked his emotions.

"Smith, did you forget. How did you chase me. Kneel at my feet, that I may receive your love. Did you forget, how you struggled, to be able to meet me." said Mrs Vanya did not accept the words Smith.

Madam Vanya looked towards Madam Binta, but it seemed that Madame Binta was still calm. Not at all provoked by the words just said by Mrs Vanya.

Because, Madame Binta knows. Madam Vanya's goal was to say that, of course, for an affirmation. That can make her and her husband quarrel. But unfortunately, Madam Binta's mind was not that stupid.

"Then, did you forget. Who whines, asks to be married." said Mr. Smith, smiling obliquely.

"I was so stupid before. For the sake of a woman who was completely unfit to be my wife, I was willing to kneel." - Sir Smith.

"You..." Madam Vanya pointed towards Mr. Smith.

"Words..!! Quiet..!!" snapped Mr. Beno. "How, do you agree to do it." asked Mr. Beno again, impatiently.

"Here, it's not that I disagree sir. But, where is the evidence that says if Nara is my daughter. If Nara was my daughter, I would have married Nara's mother. Then where is the mother of Nara." said Mr. Smith, making the three guests confused.

"Don't convolve Smith. You are also the guardian of the marriage, when Nara and Viki get married" said Mr. Beno.

"That's because I'm his uncle. Was it wrong, I married my niece." as Rey said, Mr. Smith and Mrs Binta would do their part well.

Mr. Beno stood up. Of course he's inflamed. Heard if Mr. Smith said he was Nara's uncle. "Uncle. You're his biological father. How could you be his uncle. What game are you playing..!!" exclaim Mr. Beno.

Mr. Beno is not a fool. Up here, he can guess, if he is in someone's game circle.

"Yes, my husband is the uncle of a girl named Nara. Both of Nara's parents died in an accident. Make my husband who should be the guardian." said Mrs Binta explained. And of course, it was a lie.

Takk, Mr. Beno hit his walking stick hard on the floor. "Never play with me." - Sir Beno. With his wife and Vanya also standing.

Mr. Smith stood up, looking towards his three guests. "All right, here it is. Bring proof. If I ever married your daughter. And one more, bring me proof. If your daughter ever gave birth to a baby." said Mr. Smith.

"We don't believe it. But, all this time I heard the issue among socialite mothers. If your daughter, Mrs Vanya. Nonarable. That's why he married a widower." explained Mrs Binta, the more the atmosphere became hot.

"Vanya...!!" Madam Rianti reminded the princess to hold back her emotions, as Vanya was about to attack Madam Binta.

"I'm sorry, I don't like to worship. But, I only heard from them-they. Moreover, for many years married to Mr. Diego, you also do not have a baby." continued Mrs Binta.

"How can I guarantee, and trust your word. If you ever give birth." mocked Mrs Binta, look down on the ex-wife of the husband.

"Look at. I will prove. I'll keep your mouths shut." show Mrs Vanya to Mr. Smith and Mrs Binta in turn.

"Please. We wait." Mr. Smith moved his palm quietly without any burden.