Marrying the Cruel Young Master 2

Marrying the Cruel Young Master 2
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"How, Dad? Do you know anything?" sean asks Hendra, Viana's father.


After work, Sean did go to the residence of his father-in-law and reasoned to Viana that he had a sudden meeting with Zein which of course he had a briefing before to say that they did hold a meeting.


Hendra was silent for quite a while. He seemed to think and remember the silence of Viana and her biological mother as a child.


"Oh, I just remembered. Just a minute." Hendra went into his house, and shortly after, he returned with a few photographs.


"This is a picture of our family first."


"Sean looked at the photos one by one. He saw how bright Viana's face was. His mother's face looked sad.


"Dad, why is mom's face a little sad?" ask Sean.


"Did you see the clothes Viana was wearing?" Showing one of the photos. "Had her mother sewed a beautiful dress for her. The dress was made wholeheartedly until she did not sleep so that Viana would look beautiful at the time of taking pictures. But unfortunately, Viana who likes to wear clothes resembling men refused to wear it. Several times his mother persuaded him not to, even throwing the shirt on the ground. It was a little while ago that he was a bit naughty, and the five-year-old didn't understand about a mother's disappointed feelings. From that moment on, her mother did not want to sew anymore. The clothes that Viana had thrown away she kept until her death to pick her up."


"Viana's very good, '" Sean said.


"No, not because of memory. He probably remembered what happened when he was five years old. He remembers watching a video recording from a camera. But alas, the tapes were broken and could not be repaired. All of his treatment is clearly visible in the video. He always cried when he saw the footage. Until the recording broke, I felt it was the best."


"Dad, is that shirt still there?"


"Dad doesn't remember because Viana's mother kept it. Because since marrying again, Father and Viana often moved. Even on the move, we didn't find the shirt."


"How about the picture?"


"the photo? Oh yeah for a second, there seems to be."


Hendra went inside the house, then came back with some photos.


"This is a photo of her mother sewing Viana's dress. Can be clearly seen the motif and color."


Sean looked at the photo. It was clearly a motif that had been obtained now unless he ordered it directly from a cloth craftsman.


"Can I bring one? I want to buy Viana a dress like this."


"Of course I can. But for what?"


"I want to make Viana a dress like this. I'm sure that's what he needs right now."


Sean just smiled a little. From now on, he would devise a plan to treat Viana's heartache.


Meanwhile,,,,, the, the,,,,,


The Zein residence.


"Darling, Viana called me earlier." Lyana who is Zein's wife comes over.


Zein who was sitting suddenly stood up with a tense face. "What did you say? I mean, what's he asking?"


"She asked where you were and I said you were home."


"Astaghfirullah." Zein held his head.


"Why?" Lyana looks astonished.


"No. After you said that, what did he say again?"


"Said you were told to go to Gilang, Sean's traitorous friend. He says even Gilang is better at the role. I don't understand what that means. Why do you have to study with a criminal?"


"Eh no, don't listen. He's just kidding." Zein tried to convince his wife.


"Oh, yes, I have. Oh yeah, he said one more thing."


"What's that?" Zein looks increasingly tense.


"Say he wants to take you in the car on the circuit."


'It was obvious that he was so angry that he wanted to take me along. He knows for himself that I'm afraid of racing, Zein's inner self.


"Hahaha, he must be just kidding."


"No, I already told him that we're going to go together to the circuit in two weeks. I haven't raced with him in a long time either. Well, I'd like to have the driver take care of my race car first." Lyana is leaving. Leaving Zein who was now in cold sweat.


Now he lamented how stupid he was for not telling Lyana to cooperate.