WOUNDS AND LOVE

WOUNDS AND LOVE
Wounds and Love



chapter 85


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standing up for hours made Samantha feel unusually tired.as if there is no end, invited guests just keep coming to give greetings to both of them.


Abigal who could see the tiredness in the face of Samantha took the initiative to take Samantha away from the building.


" your legs hurt ??" ask Abigal.


" yes mas. how many guests are invited, why is there no end ??" answer samantha with questions as well.


" sit if you're tired, let me see this." replied Abigal who sat Samantha and immediately crouched in front of Samantha to open the high heels used by Samantha.


" dude, you're not ashamed.sees a lot of people." said Samantha.


" ignore them. geez..your legs until.red like this.we just rest huh ??" bring Abigal.


" but then the other guests will be disappointed if we are not here." said Samantha.


" there are Rans and mama here, they must understand him. q can't bear to see you like this." replied Abigal.


after removing all the high rights Samantha wore. Abigal stood up and called the deri his personal assistant.deri nodded in a sign of understanding, and Abigal immediately led Samantha down from the top of the beautiful mop.


" doesn't need me to take you ??" tawar.


" no, everything's ready, right ??" ask Abigal


" it's sir." reply deri


Abigal understood and held Samantha's arm out through the specially prepared door.


" mas, where are we going ?? no.stay.here ??" ask Samantha.


" no dear." replied abigal.


" return it ??" Samantha tried to guess.


Abigal only nodded after making sure Samantha entered the car Abigal ran to the steering wheel and immediately darted away from the reception that was still going on.


along the way Abigal continued to hold Samantha's hand.The happiness he felt could not be expressed by anything.


Samantha herself instead focused on the direction of their car which for her was not the way to go to the house of mama Vina or to the house of Rani's mother.


" be calm, dear, q wants to take you somewhere" Abigal replied with a smile.


" where to ??" samantha asked to know.


" o my dear.if I tell you it is not a surprise dong his name." replied abigal who was very anxious with a samantha expression if asked.


samantha's face was red when Abigal held her cheeks.


until shortly after, the car they drove entered a yard that was not too broad, but very beautiful concept with a towering iron fence.


A house that is no less large than the house of the first mama vienna Samantha saw.


" mas Abi. whose house is this ??" ask Samantha again.


"wait a minute, soon you'll know whose house this is.." replied abigal casually.


The car stopped right in front of the door of the house, several guards who had stood by there immediately opened the door for Abigal and Samantha.


Abigal who came down first extended his hand to help Samantha down.


the dimly lit atmosphere made Samantha a little afraid.Samantha immediately embraced Abigal's arm firmly.


Abigal only smiled with the expression of his wife just now.


slowly Abigal brought Samantha up the stairs to enter the house.just on the last ladder when it got to the door suddenly the light illuminated every corner of the house. a beautiful inscription is engraved in front of the door wrapped around the door leaf with colored lights.


'Wellcome to my wife.. I Always love you forever'


Samantha who sees can only close her mouth, happy mixed with haru, she understands now, the house is an abigal house. Abigal seemed to not stop giving him a surprise.


" now you know whose house this is ??" abigal Goda


Samantha fell over to Abigal


" this mas is so beautiful.thank you.." replied Samantha.


" all just for you dear.in this house we will be a real family, with the foundation of love and trust we will build a family of peace, prayer and wisdom, according to the teachings of our religion, according to the teachings of our religion, until Jannah." said Abigal wholeheartedly.


No more words came out of Samantha's mouth, only happiness could be seen there.


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