Let's, Divorce

Let's, Divorce
The Part 148


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"The smell of broken bones began to feel yes, Mom," led Andra after dinner, he who saw his son scowl can be sure after being rejected again his love.


"Break heart, Dadd!"


"Oh yeah? who?" Andra who likes to flirt is becoming more and more literate Prince.


"The heartbreak if it is rejected 1 2 3 times, if it has not been to itung the heartbreaking finger of his name yes, Dadd," said Viana who even follow, who even follow, and that makes the Prince's head now feel like it wants to explode.


"Mommy same Daddy mentang mentang mate ledekin aja children until compact!" he said he was upset and went into his room on the second floor.


Nothing has changed from the building, even the room of Father and Mother remains the same and well maintained because Viana still hopes the angelic woman will return to him.


Andra who was still chuckling was directly embraced by Viana, the man who had always been there for her under any circumstances.


"Prince as big as it's been busy heartbroken, you're so busy even busy thinking of the same girlfriend wife huh, Dadd?" viana Syndicates.


"Here is, Mom."


There was never a feeling of anger and jealousy, but for the fad of riot fishing, the former was enough to be a lighter that gave color in their household.


"Married, Dadd. You say the same old man Dusk." a silly idea also appeared in the Head of Viana mentang mentang he managed to live the household at a young age.


"Mr Biantara? it's heavy, Mom. Still Rahardian's family," answered the bewildered Andra herself.


Anyone would be disinclined if deliberately wanted to make a message with the family, because whatever they have it feels never comparable at all.


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In the room, the Prince who was lying in the middle of the bed could only look at the photo of Dusk which became the wallpaper of his phone. Whatever it is all always tucked in a photo of the youngest daughter Biantara.


"Gue handsome like this in the reject continue, I became curious later who married lo Nja, is there anything more handsome than me?" he murmured while stroking his expensive flat object screen.


There is never a reason that makes the Prince more curious. Though there are dozens of girls who are ready to be his girlfriend even though midnight. But unfortunately, the heart of the Prince who only has one is covered with one name, namely RahaSenja Putri Biantara.


The beautiful who is not much behavior but makes anyone fall in love with him, not a few students who put their hearts on the sister of Awan including the upperclassmen and previous OSIS chairmen. And their fate is the same as the Prince who was never rejected.


Tok...


The sound of a knock on the door distracts the Prince from his cell phone screen, he who gets up straight down from the bed to open the room door.


"Yes, Mom."


"There is a Princess, meet first there do not dream on," said Viana when her home the arrival of a beautiful girl guest who is quite close to her son.


"Well?" the prince was confused.


"Either, ask yourself," replied the woman, getting married and being a young parent in fact made Andra, Viana and Prince quite relaxed in attitude.


The prince who is actually lazy but inevitably must still meet the Princess who has come far to his house that is not for what.


"Put, why?" ask the Prince when he is on the terrace.


"Hay, here's your book, left behind." The princess immediately thrust out the thing left behind that belonged to the Prince.


"Oh, yes. Thank you, there should be no need to bother tomorrow can," said the Prince even though this is not strange for him. But a little stale base is not wrong either.


"I'm all through, Ran. You're busy, aren't you?" ask Princess.


"Hem, little."


"Busy thinking about Dusk for sure, right?" ledek Putri even though his heart melos mention the name of another girl.


"You see," the Prince said, it's natural that the Princess said that because people know how the Prince has been chasing after Dusk all this time.


"Oh yeah, keep going if that's it."


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Hem, it must be dong. I still have to admire Dusk even though I have no potential to have it...