White Eagle Sang Praja Bekti, Aksa Gavin Praja Bekti

Don't want to be dictated

"Hi, Marcel." Aridha greeted her husband's son with a soft face, very much different from Aridha everyday who tends to be firm and cold character.

"Hi . . . Mama." Marcel replied no less gently. "Not working?"

"No. Right now it's not and I'm deliberately taking a minute to the office, specifically to meet you." Ridha answered while sitting next to Alex.

Marcel looked at the couple in front of him. It's harmonious, it's very harmonious and looks so perfect. It's just that, seeing their affection, Marcel felt this was unfair to his mother. Luckily, Dion has come to understand that his mother is happy with Dion.

"Alexes. I've spoken to my papa about Marcel's whereabouts, as well as Marcel's biological status as Alex's son."

Reveal Aridha without further ado.

If most women would be angry when they found out that her husband had another child with another woman, they would be angry, another with Aridha who accepted his destiny with an ocean-wide heart.

Sick? That's for sure. It's just that teaching radhi really makes his children become a person with a commendable character.

Alex dumbfounded. "What?"

"Later tonight you were asked by papa to meet him. I hope you can be honest. Papa won't be mad."

"You're crazy, Ridha."

"You are crazy. You didn't realize you had a handsome son for twenty years. What kind of father are you? I don't want to know, Alex has to have a decent life. You have to pay for it and pour out your love as sincerely as you love Hesti."

Alex blinked his eyes a few times. The man was completely dazed.

Although Marcel. The young man was also misbehaving. I don't know why, he's not comfortable with this situation.

"I'm sorry, sorry I was depressed and couldn't accept the situation.

"Take it easy, Marcel. It's gonna be fine. I promise you, you will have equal rights with Nesti, my daughter, for your father's affection. The past, forget the past. Everything will improve with time. Do not judge who is wrong and who is to blame. You will still be Alex's son, and my son. I promise you, your father will make amends for all his past mistakes."

"Marcel, may I ask you something? I'm sorry if I'm so sassy to have burdened you. It's just, I want to do what's best for everyone." Said Ridha, making Marcel nod his head.

"But let it run where it should. This relationship let be limited between besan with the great lord Kara, the rest, we are in a relationship bia......."

"No-no. Right now you are just being carried away by emotions and can not accept the situation. I-i understand. It's just, I want my husband to take responsibility, not to give up his hands completely on his past mistakes."

"But . . . ."

"Remember Marcel, don't make decisions in heated situations."

Marcel silenced. Her net which was similar to Alex, seemed to look at Ridha and her father alternately.

"alright. Let me think about it first. I don't want to feel depressed, nor do I want to decide right now. Do what you want. Merely, I beg you in the meantime let me do something according to my instincts as Dion's son. Mama has no right to dictate to me to do this or that."

Aridha nodded in understanding. It seemed, he was indeed too depressed Marcel because of his will.

Marcel considered, it looks like his father is completely controlled by his wife.

"Oh yeah, sorry if I'm in a hurry. I'm saying good because there's something I want to do."

Marcel was ready to stand up and was about to leave, when Ridha held Marcel's arm.

"Marcel, please apologize to your mother." Aridha said softly. Of course Marcel just nodded and reviewed a thin smile.

'Seems like, right said mom and dad. The Praja Bekti family wins an abnormal average. Oh my God, give me salvation after this." Marcel.

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