Young Girl For Mr. Duda

Angry Yesha

Anissa shook her head slowly seeing Ara's behavior who was harassing Aya. The woman of two children was always presented with a view like this every morning. Ara who is nosy and Aya who is indifferent to the surrounding. If, Ara doesn't succeed in making Aya angry then the child will cry.

Anissa walked into the living room, she was sure that soon Ara would cry. Coinciding with that Krishna was descending the stairs to the family room, Anissa smiled happily and held Krishna's arm affectionately.

"Why, hm?" krishna asked with a sweet smile.

Anissa just shook her head while smiling sweetly. Krishna chuckled amusedly, knowing that his wife was longing to be spoiled. His busyness lately makes Krishna very rarely spend time with his family, especially pampering his beautiful wife.

"Later in the evening I will take care of you" said Krishna.

Anissa was embarrassed. "Ara, Aya, let's have breakfast!" call Anissa to divert her conversation with her husband.

Krishna laughed softly when he saw his wife was still shy despite having been married for four years. Anissa's timid nature always manages to amuse herself, creating happiness in a simple way.

"Mom, Ala wants to eat a lotion with cheese!" exclaim Ara while jumping.

Right now, they were at the dining table. Aya who had been sitting quietly to the left of the father, Ara who was sitting beside Aya while drinking her milk, Anissa who was standing and preparing breakfast for her small family.

"What do you want, Yang? Aya wants what?" Anissa looked at her son and husband gently.

"Fried rice, honey."

"Fried rice, Mom."

One more difference Aya and Ara, Aya who can not not eat rice. So Ara who could not eat breakfast with rice, she always had breakfast with bread or cereal.

They had a quiet breakfast, only the clink of the cutlery that had been making a sound. The head of the family always asked his little family not to make a sound at the dinner table. Of course they all listened to the clear counsel of Krishna for their good.

"Well, if you're done eating straight to Dad's office, can you?" krishna asked as he got up from his seat.

Aya looked at the father and then nodded pela, while Ara only glanced at a glance. She never knew what her father and brother were talking about, even if she knew, Ara would not understand.

"Mom, I'm going to Daddy's room first, yeah." Aya got up from her seat, Anissa only replied with a nod of her head.

The little girl looked at her father's open work room, after knocking on the door, Aya immediately entered the room. He had closed the door of Krishna's room. He walked up to the Father, looking at the Father with a questionable gaze.

"Why, Dad?" aya asked while sitting on Krishna's lap.

"Daddy wants it, Om Leon is telling Daddy. He said your words are getting worse. Why, Honey?" ask Krishna carefully.

Ngaduan, Aya sneer in the heart.

The little girl sighed slowly. "Om Leon her hobby is flirting with girls even though Aunt Lawyer likes her," said Aya.

"Wait for later they will fight, because Om Leon is flirtatious," continued Aya while staring at the clock that is circular in the hands of Krishna.

"You're getting more sensitive, huh?" Krishna gently rubbed the mane of the child.

"Hum, Daddy." Aya looked at the Father with a sad look.

Aya, the girl with the misfortune that she has. Being able to see the future, read people's characters, read people's minds, and people's evil intentions. Aya is not an indigo, but an ability she possesses due to a derivative of Krishna himself.

"Control, yeah. Don't let Ara know this is also your Mommy. Understood?"

...***...

Yesha looked at Leon sharply. The anger of the beautiful woman was already on her threshold. He's fed up, fed up with Leon's behavior. Leon acts as if he belongs to the man, but Leon approaches many men. Yesha is not a toy of Leonathan Gabriel.

Leon breathed a rough sigh. He knew Yesha was a little different from most women, Yesha was too difficult for him to reach. Does he like Yesha? Only Leon knows that.

"Stop acting like I belong to you, Mr. Leonathan Gabriel!" yesha firmly.

Leon chuckled slightly, pulling up Yesha's waist. He hugged Yesha's waist tightly, intentionally the man briefly peeked at Yesha's lips. Being in one room with Yesha certainly made the man's desire soar. Yes, they were in Leon's apartment, of course Leon who forced Yesha into his apartment.

They were surprised by Leon's actions as delicious as he could, Yesha's outstretched hand slapping the handsome face of the man. Plaque! Of course Yesha's actions took Leon by surprise and spontaneously removed the hand that was coiled around Yesha's waist.

"Can you stop acting like you want to, sir?" hisses Yesha.

"Don't be so fierce, Sweety, '" Leon said, wiping his reddened cheeks.

This slap of a girl is good too.

"Stopeds! I'm not your girl! So, stop acting like you're my girlfriend!" hardik Yesha's.

"Oh, are you codifying me to formalize our relationship?"

Yesha was silent, her face was embarrassed. Leon chuckled little looking at him, he was anxious with this woman before him. The woman who always managed to make him comfortable while shaking his heart.

"*Okay, you're my girl, Baby."

"What the hell*?!"

...***...

Alisha is currently in her room after breakfast. The condition of the middle-aged woman's body was suddenly not good. He felt a headache whipping his head. It seems that there are too many thoughts regarding the state of his grandson in the house of a Devan Brawirya.^^^

Alisha was not a foolish woman who let her granddaughter get married because of a will, it was clear she was going to keep an eye on Cellyn. However Cellyn is a precious treasure of the Gautama family and of course the child who is being conceived by Nata is also a candidate for Gautama gem.

Alisha clearly knows that Devan still loves the late Hima. The man just put the feeling of liking to Cellyn, Devan also all this time only shrouded in Passion not love. Alisha clearly easily read it just by looking at Devan's gaze at Cellyn.

"Darling, are you okay?" tanya Thofid just entered the room.

The woman breathed a rough sigh. "Dizziness," Alisha fought while leaning her body on the back of the mattress.

Thofid walked up to his wife, the middle-aged man sitting himself on the edge of the bed. He gently rubbed Alisha's mane that had started to whiten it. The man stared at Alisha warmly creating calm for Alisha herself.

Despite years of marriage, her husband has not changed much. It is getting sweeter and more romantic every day.

"What do you think, hm?" Thofid looked at Alisha gently.

"Cellyn, I'm worried. They have broken the husband and wife relationship. I'm just afraid Devan is still haunted by regret to Hima and ends up ignoring Cellyn if she gets pregnant later," explained Alisha.

"Quiet, yeah. We keep an eye out for them" Thofid said as he carried Alisha into his arms.

You hurt my granddaughter then you're dealing with me no longer my wife.