Little Wife of the Miliyader 1
The fear of Riana

Tina was glued to her place, a new fact that managed to surprise her. The man didn't recognize him, Sam didn't recognize him. Should he be happy because he no longer needs to hide from the shadows of his past. Or just have to feel alert because the man could go back into his life again and ravage everything.

Not only that, Sam turned out to be the personal assistant of Riana's husband Regha Tanjung. Why would fate play him like this.

“It looks like I should start keeping my distance with my best friend as well now, ahhhhhhh basic man bren*sek Sam,” stomped both his legs to the floor in annoyance.

***

Riana was still upset with Sam's assistant, she didn't think that the man was really so creepy that he made his best friend run away like that.

“While we haven't talked about anything,” grumbled Riana who was still staring hatefully at Assistant Sam who was sitting at the wheel.

“Sam you're waking up the lioness now,” is smiling, mocking his assistant who will soon receive a barrage of nuclear attacks from his wife.

“My number is not wrong this time, the girl alone is strange,” expressed her defense again.

“So you blamed my friend so, he just came back from abroad and was surprised by your monster's face,”

Where are you young master, your wife is so cruel. His words pierced to the heart. Glanced at Regha who seemed to be holding back his laughter.

Last night Regha had been sprayed by this one mistress, he did not want to interfere with other affairs. Let's save each other.

***

“Aishhhhhh why everything is so messed up huh, I've said not to make mistakes. Do not mix the clothes of the young master with mine because it will be difficult to find it later,” Riana again nagged in the room, now the female servants are the target.

Regha who listened to Riana's abnormal nagging went straight into the room. Signalling for the servants to leave from there before Riana vented her emotions again later.

“It's you why hem, anything bothers my wife's mind now,” hugs a tiny figure in front of her.

“Honey let me go,” stay away from Regha.

“Ina tell me what it is exactly, does anyone dare to tease the wife of Regha Tanjung,”

“I also don't know baby, everything feels so messy now. I can't control myself, I hate myself but I blame others. I think after coming back here I can forget everything, but I can't,” those eyes are desperate eyes.

And Regha knew what was bothering Riana, this girl must have remembered their baby again. Riana used to like to wear Regha clothes that look great on her body so that told the waiter to combine Regha clothes that she likes to wear first, Riana who used to not like to argue with others, who used to not like to argue with others, he will continue to obey and nod his head, even though sometimes he only curses behind. Regha understands that Riana is now trying new things again, so as not to continue to sink into the deep wounds that were broken a few months ago when she had to lose her baby candidate.

“Shuttttt, it's okay baby. You can do it well, I'm here not afraid hem,” re-clutches Riana's body that has been crouched on the floor.

Gently Regha carried the body of Riana who had accidentally fallen asleep in his arms earlier. Slowly put them on their bed. Giving a word of love to just give a warm sensation in the cold of the night.

***

It's been a long time since he came here, his teenage years spent in this city park. He recalled how he used to be a man full of love, a man who sometimes acted silly and made his friends laugh.

Slowly everything changed, as he was forced to follow in the footsteps of his father. Devoting themselves fully to the Tanjung group and the Tanjung extended family. Even his mind still vividly remembers how clumsy it used to be when he met the intelligent Regha from birth. The man who always wanted to win by himself and was very arrogant, but behind him was also very sweet and spoiled. Getting along with Regha forced this man to turn one hundred and sixty degrees, following all of Regha's stature, learning all that Regha learned, hates what Regha hates and likes what his young master likes.

Regha has a ridiculous stance. Yours is mine as well whereas mine will only be mine, the establishment that may still be there and ingrained in that man. He wants everything but he will not be willing to be harassed by others.

Forget for a moment about Regha and his youth that will be further spoken next time. Now Sam's assistant just wants to remember the memories of the other side of him that was buried deep inside.

Sam's assistant just sat pensively on one of the park benches, unaware of the presence of a girl who hadn't noticed him since.

They were both busy sinking into their respective minds.

“Hahhhhhh basic guy bren*sek, Sam is shameless, guy ke*rat sucks him!,” grumbled Tina venting all her frustration.

Hearing his name being mentioned, Sam's assistant turned to the origin of the voice, and the woman again. The strange woman of Tempo the day who hit him to make himself exposed to the rampage of Riana, and now the woman is cursing herself here.

“Basic unscrupulous crazy woman,” muttered assistant Sam then approached Tina who was still cool swearing at her with her annoying mouth.

“Awas only if he was here I would definitely chop his body up, as in the horror stories,” laughed triumphantly as if his mission had been accomplished with just words alone.

“It turns out you are a stalker miss,”

Tina's body froze, this voice was familiar to her. The voice of the man he swore from his cursed mouth.

“Ohhh hi, what a coincidence that we met here, hahahaha It is already noon I should go home too,” showed his innocent smile to the creepy monster who is now staring at him sharply.

Sam's assistant nimbly pulled Tina's wrist wanting to escape her.

“Listen away from me after this lest I see your face understand,” bluff with a very cold tone.

*Happy, after all, who would want to meet a sly man like you. *

“Hah, well sorry master I swear it will disappear like swallowed up by the earth. So bye,” lets go by force of Sam's assistant's hand.