[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
The Pebinor Trap

The morning has come, the night has gone. The moon has been replaced by the sun and the stars have been replaced by white clouds. The sky was so bright today, as bright as Freya's heart. He was very happy, because Ozan did not come to breakfast with his and Marcel.

There is no drama in the morning. Likewise, Marcel who breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his mother's face was not injured.

"Papa's tumben didn't come down, Ma," Marcel said, making Freya look straight at him.

"Ignore your papa. The important thing is that this morning there was no drama at the dinner table. Now finish your breakfast, honey. Mama's in a hurry because there's a meeting soon!" have Freya make Marcel nod his head quickly.

"Mama go first, I will go with Mr. Supri only. Mama's breakfast is over, I just ate a little, "Marcel replied making Freya unkind to the child.

"Sorry mom, baby! Mama's in a hurry."

Marcel nodded his head. He smiled brightly.

"It's okay, Ma. Yesterday, we had a walk. Marcel is very happy, next time we go again yes, Ma. Along with Uncle Mark too," Marcel's pinta made Freya smile thinly.

He nodded his head and rubbed the child's shoulder. Freya put a kiss on her son's forehead, and then he immediately moved on from there.

"Ready, Honey. Then mama go first!" Freya immediately ran a little out of the door of the house.

Marcel smiled warmly at the back of his mother who had disappeared behind the door.

"Auntie, please prepare breakfast for papa. I'm going to take her to papa's room!" tell Marcel flatly on the middle-aged woman standing beside him.

"But, Den. Dad's not up yet. Aden better go to school. Frightened you were angry with Aden later," the woman's reply made Marcel remain firm on his wishes.

"It's okay, Bi. Please prepare breakfast for papa now! I still have time."

The waiter can't do much. He was forced to do as Marcel ordered. Despite being tucked into a chest of worry, for fear that Marcel was humbled by Ozan.

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Marcel opened the door to his mother's room. The maid said the father slept in her mother's room. It was fortunate that Freya's room had been cleaned, so Marcel could walk freely inside.

He saw the father still sleeping while hugging his mother's Teddy bear doll that Marcel had once given Freya's birthday.

Slowly and surely Marcel approached the father. He put a tray containing breakfast on the table.

After that without a word, Marcel immediately came out of the room. He didn't want to keep his father awake.

I don't know why even though Ozan has been mean to her. Marcel still has a love for his father. Even if only a small.

Slowly the owner of the lashes opened. Ozan faintly looks at Marcel's missing back behind the bedroom door.

Eugh .. Ozan stretches his muscles. He massaged the base of his nose slowly before Ozan's eyes opened wide when he realized where he was.

"Oh God ... What am I doing here?" Ozan is monologuing himself.

After a while he remembered all the events of last night. Like a broken tape spinning around in his head. Ozan rubbed his face rough.

"Hais ... that woman .. always pisses me off" Ozan murmured softly.

Ozan Berring's phone made the man immediately see the name on his phone screen.

Glug.

Ozan gulped his saliva rough. He immediately received a call from his father.

"Hello," great-grandson Ozan quietly.

[I educate you to be an heir, not a slacker. Get up from your soft bed and rush to the office.]

"Well, Pa," Ozan replied quietly.

However, when he got out of bed. He saw his favorite sandwich on the plate with the coffee still hot.

Ozan picked up a piece of paper that was on a sandwich plate.

{Don't forget breakfast, Papa. Have a nice day, Papa}

He wanted to slam the breakfast. However, his hand came to a halt in the air as a recording flashed across his head.

Huff ... Ozan sighed heavily while massaging his throbbing head.

"This child .. has been colonized is still good," murmured Ozan annoyed.

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In Freya's office. After the meeting was over, Mark called Freya into his room.

Freya was nervous about being stared at intensely by Mark. Moreover after yesterday, there was a strange feeling in his heart tucked specifically for Mark.

Ah ... Why is this so? Where is the professional and confident Freya? Why does she get nervous like a teenager in love.

"Why did you call me here? Is there anything important you want to talk about?" asked Freya in a soft voice.

Mark bit his lower lip. He lowered his gaze down. Her little sister could react when she heard Freya's sweet voice.

"Hey little sister. Do not wake up first .. later halal time, just wake up!" inner Mark spoke to the little fair who wanted to quickly mature.

Ekhm.

Mark cleared his throat slowly to normalize his heart rate that had no manners of playing a speeding rattle not knowing the rules.

"I just remembered that you want to learn martial arts. Get to the point. Do you want to be my student?"

After saying that. Mark took out a black box that was quite large like a cube. He opened the box.

Freya's eyes widened perfectly when she saw that many gold and silver medals were inside. Like there's a magnet of its own, he's approaching Mark's desk.

He shut his mouth in disbelief. Of course he knows what a medal is.

"This is proof that I used to be an athlete. If not the income as an entrepreneur is greater than athletes. I must be an athlete! Hows it? You want to be my student? I promise I'll teach you everything I know about martial arts."

Mark spoke in a serious tone. As an entrepreneur, of course, he is very good at seducing investors to invest in his company.

Mark has trouble planning anything. He had arranged his stratagem to seize people's wives.

"I want to, Sir!" freya answered quickly, making Mark unable to help himself smile.

"Yess ... congratulations, Freya. You've entered into my trap, "the inner Mark cheered happily.

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Don't forget the coffee well 🤗

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Salem Aneuk Nanggroe Aceh ___________________