Little Wife
CHAPTER 12

Lora was silent as soon as the strange words came out from the woman who had welcomed Hanzel, it was just Hanzel because she did not look at him at all, so of course she only cared about Hanzel. Lora was actually in order to feel strange with the woman's gaze, but as she had intended that no matter what happened she would face, and would not be willing to budge whatever her condition.

Hanzel the man looked angry, he hardened his jaw, even clenching like a person holding back in annoyance. Lora accidentally saw Hanzel's expression, indeed she did not understand exactly what happened between the two, but Lora felt that she had to keep Hanzel away from the woman.

Lora took a breath, then smiled as best she could to make it seem she was not in a fairly depressed state. Lora stared at Hanzel for a bit, grabbed her arm and hugged Hanzel's arm.

" Dear, my feet ache standing here all the time. "

Hanzel flinched her head towards Lora. The girl smilingly looked at him, not even realizing when Lora was hugging his arm.

" Dear, do you still want to be here? "

Crazy one! Hanzel's heart was pounding at how Lora's expression was as she looked at him while calling him dear. Though throughout the journey he felt lazy and tired, understand only his work is very much, not to mention until the house he had a husband and wife relationship with Lora up to twice, but also, but as soon as I saw Lora's sweet face while calling her dear, it felt tired it disappeared somewhere.

" We're in now. " Hanzel turned Lora's hand from her arm for her to hold. Not knowing what the reason was, but Lora guessed that she did it because to show off to the woman earlier.

" Sir, who was that woman? I almost kissed my hand because I thought she was your real mother. " Lora said as she followed Hanzel's footsteps, which took her away with her hand held like the lover Lora saw on television. At first there was a sense of shock, but Hanzel's hand was also so warm that she felt reluctant to let go.

" My father's wife, she'll meet my mother later. As I said earlier, just respect my mother enough, the others don't need to. "

" okay! "

Hanzel smiled faintly at Lora who was increasingly turning into cheerful, very different from the first time she met Lora who looked shabby and like a fear of many things.

" Good night, Mother? " Greet Hanzel to a middle-aged woman we can see if that woman is an overseas person. Her hair to the emasan, her eyes are gray, her skin is very white, can be said almost the same as Hanzel, just that Hanzel has brown eyeballs and her hair is also a bit brownish, brownish, well maybe it's a mix between Hanzel and his dad.

Hanzel's mother was silent at Lora and Hanzel's hand, but after Hanzel got close enough to her mother, she let go of her hand and hugged her mother.

" How's Mom doing? "

" Mom, Mum. Meet my wife, Lora. " Hanzel took Lora's hand and moved closer to her mother who was silent in place, and only her eyes moved to look at Lora.

Lora, the girl who just turned eighteen a month ago, plus never once had a relationship with a man, but now has to deal with Mother-in-law? Huh! Never mind, just go ahead and act like running water.

" Good night, Mother? My name is Lora, so nice to meet Mom. "

For a while Hanzel's mother was still silent, but over time she smiled and nodded. He patted the empty space next to him a sign that he wanted Lora to sit next to him. Although Lora was quite nervous, with smiling lips she walked over to her Mother-in-law, then politely sat down next to Hanzel's mother who was also her Mother-in-law.

" Your name is very good. " She said and smiled as she rubbed Lora's head.

" How old are you? "

" Well, I hope you will understand each other, and endure until death do you part. Sorry I didn't come when you got married? "

Lora smile.

" It's okay, Mother. "

" Hanzel, your wife is very young, her way of thinking may be different from yours, but I hope you can understand each other, especially you Hanzel, I want you to understand Lora better. "

Hanzel fell silent after briefly smiling to say no indirectly. Hanzel looked at Lora who was now smiling at her mother and talked to her about what it was.

What if you knew about our marriage agreement? It was strange, even though I once wore Risha, but she did not smile at all like that, let alone rub her head like she did to Lora.

" You guys have come? "

Lora flinched but did not want to see the owner of the typical heavy male voice that she clearly knew who it was. Lora was silent, not unwilling to answer, but the shadow of the man's treatment could not make her aware of the fear.

Hanzel briefly took a breath and replied even though she was lazy.

" yes. "

" Babe, the dining table is tidy, we can go to the dining table now. " Say the woman who greeted Hanzel in front. He smiled then hugged his father Hanzel's arm so affectionately.

" You're so diligent, where's Lina? "

" He was resting because he was not feeling well, soon he will definitely come down to join us. "

Mother Rose seemed silent as if she refrained from getting angry, then she chose to turn her back, but all she saw was Lora who looked pale and even her body was trembling.

" Janzel? " Mother Rose called out to Hanzel and looked at Lora who looked very unfavorable from her expression. Hanzel understood that Lora must be very afraid of her father, immediately she approached Lora and clasped her hands while getting up from her seat.

" It's me, he's not gonna fuck around. You saw that woman, right? He's his wife too, he won't mess around let alone in a moment there will be an additional wife who will join, so he won't mess with you. " Said Hanzel whispering in Lora's ear. Truly like magic, Hanzel's remark was able to calm him down and be able to smile again.

Haris, the man looked extremely dislikeful with Hanzel and Lora's closeness evident with his sharp gaze towards them. Rose's mother noticed the disgusting look, but soon turned her back on not wanting to see how depraved her husband was.

Don't expect you to separate Lora from my son, I won't let my son feel that way again, won't!

Seriate