Wife To Brutal Young Master

Meeting of Two families

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"Abang, can Mommy come in, son?"

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Door opens. Zio stood with his face down, putting on a sad face. Hope the mother feels sorry for him.

He was indeed down to the nature of Zidan, very good at acting, to melt the heart of a woman who is so dear to him.

"Abang, Mommy is sorry, yes, it should not be Mother said like that to Brother earlier. Mother believes, Mother's child will never do such a vile thing,"

Zio nodded softly. raising a little of his wailing face. Of course it's just his acting, to get the Mother's mercy.

Which mother has no pity to see the face of a child begging pity?

"Yes, it is now my brother. Don't forget tonight we'll talk about your marriage to Sarah."

"Yes, Bun," Zio replied.

After Salsa's departure, Zio called Muklis, telling his trusted confidant to check the CCTVs of the residents' homes around Carla's residence. Hopefully from there he will get a clue.

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The night of his day. The luxurious residence now looks more crowded than usual, Raka and her family have come to meet Salsa's invitation.

"Om, aunt, Santi come on in,"

Lansung alone Salsa took them to the dining room, treating his guests with the delicious dishes he had prepared since last afternoon.

"Adek, call Abang to the room," pinta Salsa on her only puppet princess.

"Ready, Bun," Zia excitedly went to her twin sister's room.

Without knocking on the door first, Zia just opened the door of Zio's room. In the room, Zia found her twin sister busy struggling with her computer.

"Astagah, Brother. Why aren't you ready yet?" omel Zia, make Salsabila's son jerked.

"Adek, how many times have you said, before entering it knock on the door first," Zio grumbled.

"He he he. Sorry," Zia scoffed, revealing her row of white teeth.

Zio clucked irritably, then turned off his computer device.

"Babang's wife has come" Zia said.

There was no response from Zio, his twin brother, even gawked into the bathroom.

"Abang." cried Zia standing in front of the bathroom door.

"What," said Zio from inside the bathroom.

"So, is your brother seriously getting married to Sarah?" zia asked half-cried.

"Why is it?" Zio also asked.

"And I want to know my brother and my friend, my beautiful Bang,"

Then Zio came out of the bathroom.

"Already, let's go down," Zio asked, waltzing away.

"Remember, answer first," whined Zia.

"What answer?" Zio turned around to look at princess Salsabila.

"Any serious about getting married to Sarah?"

"Hmmm" Zio replied.

"iii... Answer yes no, not hhm,"

"Yes," Zio replied briefly.

"Huh. Masa Adek should call Sarah Brother anyway, should his brother refused," snorted Zia.

"Already, let's go down," without wanting to argue again, Zio passed away. Zia who followed her steps behind instantly resonated on Zio's back.

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Zidan and Raka are still outside.

"Raka, do you know who Black Panther's leader is?" ask Zidan.

"No Boss-"

"Let's Raka, we'll be better, don't you feel awkward with me,"

Zidan embraced the man who became his confidant.

"I-iya, Zi," said Raka still feeling unwell.

"You know Raka, the leader of the Black Panther is my son,"

Raka flinched, not believing what Salsabila's husband said.

"At first I didn't expect Raka, if my son was the gangster's leader." Zidan breathed a rough breath.

"Mas. Bang Raka's. Come on in, why the hell is outside," called Salsa who was already standing in front of the main door.

Zidan turned to look at the mother of his sons.

"Yes, baby, hold on" said Zidan.

"Now, everyone is waiting,"

"All right."

"Let's go in Raka, we'll connect again,"

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Now the two families are gathered in a room. Where on the table it has a lot of food menu. Zio occasionally glanced at Raka. She still has strong suspicions, if her future father-in-law is involved in Carla's disappearance.

"Abang, so how? When's your brother gonna propose to Sarah?" salsa asked, unceremoniously stale in front of everyone.

Zio was silent, he had not yet prepared an answer to the impromptu question his Mother gave. Until Zia who sat next to him, nudged his hand. "The Mother is dead."

Zio snorted, turning to his twin brother. "What the hell, little kids go along,"

"Did you?" Salsa called out to him, asking for an answer to the question he had asked.

"As for Mother, Brother according to," replied Zio resignedly.

Salsa looked around at Zidan and everyone in the room, as if asking for their opinion.

"Abang sure it's up to Mommy?" salsa asked convincingly.

Zio nodded slowly.

"If Mommy wants you to get married next week. Does your brother want to?" salsa asked, cornered her.

A while Zio was silent, both of his hands were still holding the spoon. After that he nodded slowly.

"Abang sure?!" salsa did not believe it.

Again, Zio nodded.

"But, you want her to marry Bun, without any party. And after getting married you want to live alone with Sarah," said Zio.

Salsa saw everyone sitting around the dining table in the room.

"Sarah, what if you?" salsa asked for an opinion.

"As for Brother Zio alone Bun," replied Sarah embarrassedly.

"Where's San?" salsa asked her friend for his opinion.

"I think Sa, the important thing is that Zio can take care of Sarah and love her. At this time Sarah is also still in school, it is not possible to also make a wedding party," replied Santi.

"Adek did not agree," Zia interrupted, making everyone in the room, look at her.

"Why doesn't Adek agree?" ask Salsa.

"Yes, if you're not home, Adek same who dong, there's no place to tell stories anymore,"

"Right, Mother also objected that you should stay alone with Sarah. In this house there are many rooms, why should stay elsewhere anyway," Salsa also confirmed the words of her daughter.

"But, Bun. Brother also wants to be independent," said Zio maintained his desire.

"The point is Adek does not want, Brother lives in another house,."

"Sama, Mommy doesn't want to, either,"

Like getting support from each other, the two women of different ages are kekehatkan their desires.

Zio breathed a rough breath, like he had to give in to these two women he loved.

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The conversation that night broke up. If Zio is going to marry Sarah next week.