Gannaya, My Adore
Wedding Cancellation.

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"Who are you?" ask the white woman with some blue bruise marks around her face and a bandage around her head. This woman spoke with plain intonation, another than usual.

"Maldava Ammar, Your Husband ..."

"really? This handsome is my husband?"

"Yes, baby."

The woman smiled without hesitation. He gently stroked the cheeks of the man who called himself a husband. Ammar closed his eyes, welcoming a tender loving swipe that he had never felt during a year of marriage with his wife.

If most husbands will be sad because their wives experience memory loss, different things with Maldava Ammar. The man was very grateful because then he could have Princess Ganaya Hadnan completely, both in terms of heart and body.

During his year of marriage, Ammar always tried to be the perfect husband for Ganaya, but all that was not enough to bring love in his wife's heart. Not only the love that Ganaya has not been able to give but also his honor.

How did Ammar struggle to be loved and destroy Ganaya's past? Use the loss of Ganaya's memory to love her?

Eliminate the original identity of the wife so that no one else thinks there is?

Protecting their households from the various terror of the bandids?

And when Ganaya loved Ammar, she had to swallow a bitter pill. What the hell is going on?

And this is their story.

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Eco Group's. An industrial company engaged in steel and metals in Indonesia's largest to Southeast Asia. Companies that have many subsidiaries, with a total of millions of employees.

For fifty years Eco Group has been established, helping to recruit the country, creating superior seeds in terms of natural and human resources.

Eco Group has always been included in the category of the largest, best companies and has a great competitive value. Several times his name is in the records of Indonesian muri.

Eco Group is a blue-blooded family company that is quite famous and has the highest caste among the people of Indonesia, namely the Artanegara family.

And now, Eco Group has moved into the hands of the next generation. The father relinquished the position of President to his son.

For the past six years the Eco Group leadership has been under the leadership of a twenty-seven-year-old single man. The youngest child of a married couple, Bilmar Artanegara and Alika Sarasafi.

Men are handsome, intelligent, powerful and very feared by competitors in the stock exchange. This is Maldava Ammar Artanegara. However, he is a man who loves his family very much. Always number the happiness of parents, brothers and nephews.

For treasure, throne and women. Ammar is willing to do anything to make all his wishes fulfilled. He just wants to live on thousands of words pujaan, one of which gets praise from Mama and Papa because he managed to make EG grow and develop rapidly. Until some suspicion always cornered her. Want a way in terms of haram, Ammar will travel.

And of course, his attitude change was to kill those childhood memories that were so weird and heart-wearing. He does not want to be perceived as weak by anyone. The regret is not to slaughter those who always hurt, bully him from childhood to college.

"All is complete?" asked the man in black and tie. Seen in his hand was an HT.

"Nearly eighty percent more, Mr. Denis. There's still around ..." Zakaria calculated how many seats were still empty. "There are five more unallocated benches"

This afternoon, precisely in the Eco group multipurpose building. The President of EG invited a number of Directors from various other companies, which are also engaged in metal and steel, to come and watch the latest metal and steel making tools that EG successfully created. Ammar wants to distribute and offer these tools to all of them.

"Yes already then. I will inform the President. Oh, aye. Increase security throughout the door. The main door, west and east and the back door, don't let any worms run around." Denis ordered.

It was as if he understood what Denis meant by the last sentence. "Good, Sir. Everything is safe." replied Zakaria steady. Denis nodded and passed after stomping slowly on Zakaria's shoulder.

The man again stepped out of the building to go towards the central EG office. Want to tell his President about the situation in the multipurpose building at this time.

A few moments later, his steps that had just arrived were glued to the door frame when he saw a woman sitting at the feet of his President.

"Don't mess with me! Don't try to betray me! To the end of the pit of ants, you and your husband will find!" Ammar gripped the woman's cheeks with one firm palm.

"Punish me, sir. My husband is self-absorbed." the woman in the suit kept on resting her face. He nodded to express his apology.

Ammar screeches. Staring vilely at the woman's eyeballs. Then he took off his grip and made the woman stagger on the floor.

"Bring him! Teach lesson! And find her husband, if you can give me his heart, heart and lungs!" ammar's word to the bodyguards and paid scouts who had gathered in the room. Denis looked at Bima with a blank look.

Suddenly hearing Ammar's words made the woman roar hysterically. Apologizing was useless because his body was already carried by the bodyguards are tall and large.

Ammar turned his body with both hands folded in his chest. His jaw looks tight. There was a roar of coarse breath hunting after he expressed his disappointment.

Standing up while raising his chin slightly, he stared at the steel that had just come down from the big truck car around the EG field, from the large window that stretched wide in his study. He could clearly see how the activities of the EG workers were from up here.

"How's it?" the cold voice of Ammar. Develop Denis and Bima daydreams.

Two dashing men, paid by Ammar as his right and left hands, became personal assistants in any matter. Until they also arranged a meeting between Ammar and Asyifa, his future wife, during this time.

Bima looked at Denis. He told the man to quickly answer, because they knew his president did not like to wait.

"Eighty-five percent of the Presidents are already present in the building, sir" Denis replied.

Ammar turned his body, he stared straight at Denis's pitch-blank netra. "Is Ganaya's mother present?" now his tone sounds warm. Not as cold as a few minutes ago. Like there's a point of longing.

DEG.

It felt like Denis wanted to get into the ground, and hide with the worms. How stupid of him, why could it be missed. Denis forgot, asking about the arrival of Ganaya to Zakaria.

Ammar minutes himself to know firsthand the state of the building not only want to know how many come, but more than that. He just wanted to know if the woman he just called had come to fulfill his invitation.

Bima grunted quietly. He knew that Ammar would be angry. Even if Denis made a mistake, he would still be dragged. Bima glanced sharply at Denis who still could not answer. Damnit damnit!

Drrt drrt.

The vibration of the mobile phone made Ammar turn his gaze away from Denis. He reached into the device and stared at the bright screen there. He looked back at Denis and Bima with hand movements while driving away.

Breathing relief loosened, with this little time, Denis would make the best use of it to return to the building. Want to find out the whereabouts of the central director of Hadnan Group, before the President again asked.

"Fortunately we survived! No, sana!" Bima clucked as their footsteps reached outside Ammar's door. Denis just popped his lips and then passed from there.

Ammar smiled at his screen and rubbed the video call icon.

There were three daughters, who were smiling spoiledly at him.

"Om .. later tonight at home, Mother make cake." said Geisha.

"Om .. buy me pizza, same burger" said Gea.

"Np ... Om, I want a doughnut." Ginka's slingshot.

Ammar smiled, staring at his three nieces who kept scrambling mobile phones to talk to him.

"Yes, Son. Later tonight Om will go to your house, anything else to order? What would Bhishma and Pradipta want?" Ammar turned to ask to offer.

And the cold-blooded man will turn warm, while being with his extended family. Especially with his five nephews. His heart and soul could not resist, when they whined something.

After talking to his three nephews. Ammar put the device back in his pocket. Coinciding with the footsteps that he was about to move, Ammar was back in his eyes when a woman broke down the door of his study with blingsatant steps and tears.

"Getter!" the woman exclaimed half-run and then lunged at Ammar with a hug.

"Sorry, Sir. We couldn't prevent Ms. Asyifa from waiting outside-" the personal assistant tailed behind the woman.

Ammar nodded and again shook the back of his hand. "Good, Sir. I waited outside." said Bima.

"God! You're evil!" asyifa. The woman continued to cry as she squeezed a suit across Ammar's chest. Occasionally stomping Ammar's chest with a small pressurized punch.

"I don't want our marriage to be annulled! I don't want to!" Asyifa shouted loudly, she groaned even more in her cries. Hugged Ammar's chest, and the man just kept silent unwilling to retaliate. The hate speech at Ammar's fair is so obvious.

A few hours earlier Ammar went to the Asyifa family residence to cancel their marriage, Asyifa who incidentally worked as a Surgeon was having surgery at that time.

He was only informed by his parents by Ammar's decision. With a sense of panic he contacted Ammar through a cellphone connection, but unfortunately his mobile number has been blocked.

"Answer! Why do you want to cancel our wedding?" asyifa. The woman let go of her embrace and rewinded her steps in order to make a clear face with Ammar.

"Not wanted, Syifa. But it's ..."

Asyifa rubbed her face riled up. He inched back to smash Ammar's chest, but the tall, sturdy man first blocked Asyifa's wrist.

The woman kept thrashing. Crying gurgles. Ammar was eager to hug him and say sorry, but a new secret he knew. It makes her so angry with this woman.

With reddened eyes, Ashifa asked such a piercing question.

"Bad fuck you, Ammar! You played me and my family!"

"From the beginning I never intended to continue this match!" Ammar replied to Asyifa without any guilt. Because for Ammar, this woman deserves it.

Asyifa's forehead grinned. His mouth was gaping with a face that suddenly gawked. Not blaming his ears?

"I love you, Ammar." - Asyifa. The woman brought her face closer, to kiss Ammar's lips forcibly.

Ammar took off the lip. He rubbed the corners of his lips that felt wet.

"Why? Didn't you like it all this time?" Asyifa covered Ammar's face, and stared at the much loved man with tears.

Ammar could only sigh heavily. Swiping his huffed face by giving a faint slit to Asyifa.

"You know what's in my heart, Syifa." Ammar's eyeballs look serious. His words were also very clear. He took off his hand on Ashifa's wrist. Put the pretty lady's hand off her face.

"If you want to slap me, please. I accept."

The rue of annoyance was increasingly imprinted clearly on Ashifa face. How dare a man who a few months ago had proposed to him, now arbitrarily dump and want to throw it out of this matchmaking.

"What made you suddenly change like this, Ammar! I can't believe what you said!" Asyifa is burning with emotion. "There must be something you're hiding from me, right?" Asyifa was trying to cover up what she had really seen.

Hardly the woman shouted, until Bima who was still outside just wanted to go inside to help her President and grabbed the woman to drag her away.

Ammar breathed a heavy sigh, he again hated when he heard the last sentence uttered by Asyifa. His anger returned.

Ammar stretched out his hand to grab Ashifa by the neck and forcibly retreated the woman's steps to be squeezed against the wall. Ammar's eyeballs barked sharply. Asyifa is like an ant that an elephant will try to steal.

"I'm not the one hiding something! But you, Syifa!" kelakar Ammar with a funny face. The woman was getting confused. Asyifa was shocked half to death with the anger of Ammar who was peaking but wrapped with a loud laughter.

"You know, I love her ..."

DEG.

Asyifa's face stiffened. Both of his eyeballs bought sharp. The glass was already in his eye pelup. Wanting to speak yet difficult, his tongue was muffled.

"Yes, I know!" Asyifa replied with a gaping wound.

"Don't fuck Ammar! Brother Gana and Brother Adri are getting married, the day after tomorrow!" the tone of Asyifa.

Ammar screeched with a witty face. "Then?" the answer.

"Then what?" Asyifa is back in the whirlwind of emotions.

"Ask yourself what would I do if your secret were in my hands!"

Asyifa's heart struck a thousand times.

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