Virgin Widow Belongs to Young Master

Heading into the first night

In the residence of Mr. Baskoro is still crowded by those who are still loyal to stay there.

Even the time has shown at 10 pm, when his master Baskoro to go back into his room, the color he was already sore sitting on his wheelchair.

He went in with his father, for he intended to speak with his son.

Until her in the room, Mr. Baskoro immediately stood up from her seat, after closing the door and locking it.

Dad saw it was surprised, he looked at his father suspiciously.

While Mr. Baskoro who in the face so, can only smile gently on his son.

"Is this dad?"ask me confused.

"Sit down" said Mr. Baskoro telling father to sit on the bedside.

Father also said, the color he has not digested this reality, while Mr. Baskoro, he went to a closet that was there, and opened and then took out something in him.

"Look"lord Baskoro thrust a dossier in front of dad.

Although he himself was confused, but he still obeyed his father's orders.

He slowly opened each piece of paper one by one.

He was still observing, sometimes even with a frown, his eyes reddened because he wanted to cry, and finally with his hands clenched tightly, until the paper he was holding was tangled.

With a hunting breath, she looked towards her father, seen her father closing his eyes, with his arms covered, while leaning on the head of the bed.

Seeing that, Darma's father became pity, color for decades, his father had to fight against people who wanted to deliberately harm his family.

Even until now had to pretend to be paralyzed to trick the enemies around him.

"Dad"call Darma's father lirih.

"Hmm"lord Baskoro just cleared his throat.

"Thank you" Darma's father said softly.

Hearing that Mr. Baskoro immediately opened his eyes, he saw his son's sad face.

"You know, son, when your mother was pregnant with you, she took great care of you in her stomach, even though she was nauseous, and vomiting, she always forced her to eat, she said,although he had to return vomiting, he always kept his diet, even he whined to ask a personal doctor, the color he wanted someone to watch his food every time" said Mr. Baskoro paused his sentence.

"Dad remember once, when your mother was about to give birth, she asked father to choose you, what color?.Because it was the last gift from her to father" said Mr. Baskoro with teary eyes.

Hearing his father's story, Darma's father just silently listened.

"Sick, accept it all, but your mother insists, the color even if you choose your mother, your mother will not last long, the color of her disease has spread, even by conceiving you, she said,he must feel pain that is very sick." said Mr. Baskoro continued his sentence.

"But I'm happy that when you were born I could still see your mother's smile, and she even lasted until you turned 16, and I was happy with it"said Mr. Baskoro without feeling his tears dripping.

"Last, before your mother died, she asked me for something, you know what that is?""said Mr. Baskoro looking at his son, and Darma's father shook his head.

"He asked me to always take care of you and love you, and he even asked me to do whatever it takes to protect you, even if you have to go through the painful road, if you can be protected"said Mr. Baskoro, smiling little.

"Dad"call Darma's own father.

"Dad did it all for your good and safety, and now my efforts are not in vain, you are fine, I have no regrets about doing it,although I have to throw you out and help you, I am calm if I have to catch up with your mother now" said Mr. Baskoro parau.

Hearing that Darma's father immediately hugged his father.

"Dad don't talk like that, dad will definitely live a long life, don't you want to see your great-grandson born?"said Darma's father sobbing.

Hearing that, Mr. Baskoro smiled, and said.

"Of course, father will definitely wait for that time to come" said Mr. Baskoro smiling.

For a moment they were silent, until the voice of Darma's father broke the silence.

"Dad, then how do we plan for that guy?"ask me seriously.

"Come on, but I feel that my granddaughter will handle it" said Mr. Baskoro confidently.

Hearing his father's words made Darma's father scrunch his forehead, a sign of not understanding.

"Tomorrow you will know, now go back to your room, your son-in-law is waiting for you" said Mr. Baskoro chuckling, and he came out of Mr. Baskoro's room.

As they entered the room, they gawked in disbelief, they even looked at each other and immediately lowered their faces.

"Who made this?"nayla was embarrassed.

Unlike Alvi, he smiled to himself, he did not have to bother to take care of it.

"Good" muttered Alvi while looking around her.

"A.I want to take a shower first" said Nayla nervously, without hearing Alvi's answer she just went straight into the bathroom.

Brakes

"Geez, heart please don't beat like this, I feel so nervous" said Nayla monologuing herself, holding her chest.

Somehow she felt very nervous, even she felt embarrassed when she looked at her husband.

"Shall it be tonight?"ask her yourself, with a flushed face.

While Alvi who knew his wife was nervous, just smiled amusedly.

"Worrying" his murmuring smiled.

"Finally, I can keep that promise" Alvi said as she sat by the side of the bed, and her eyes looked at the bathroom door.

While waiting for his wife, he went around inside the room, he looked around the room, nothing interesting, like his usual room.

There is a single sofa, a king size bed, a dresser desk and a last nightstand to store items.

Then he turned to the dressing room, where he saw, many empty cabinets were not filled with clothes.

As he was looking around, there was the sound of the door being knocked.

Soon he saw who it was, it turned out his father-in-law.

He saw his father-in-law carrying some paper bags.

"Son, here are the clothes for you, so your grandfather-in-law ordered them" said father casually.

"Thank you, Yep" Alvi said as she received the paper bag.

It looks like dad is still there and running around like he's looking for something.

"Dad looking for what?"ask Alvi polo.

Hearing Alvi's question made the father scratch his nape.

"Hehehe, no" said father chuckling.

"Don't forget to lock the door, and yes, this room is soundproof, so even if you scream loudly no one will hear it" said the father smiling jail.

Alvi who did not understand frowned.

"I mean dad, how's he yelling?"ask Alvi polo.

"You are, you don't know" grumbled dad annoyed.

"What's for?"asked Alvi innocently, did not answer yet, the mother had shouted to call father.

"Yes, for a while" cried father chiming mother.

Seeing that Alvi was still silent there, she was still curious about the word father earlier.

"Aish, you'll know" said Dad and walked away from there.

"Any" said Alvi astonished, then he entered the room.

Seen Nayla is done with her showers, she came out using a bathrobe with her head wrapped in a towel.

Alvi who saw it swallowed his salivary rough.

I don't know why the view looks so beautiful and sexy.