Marrying the Father of My Foster Son
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"Lita, wake!" Mia's voice shrieked like the roar of lightning during the day. The middle-aged woman tried hard to wake her only child who was sleeping soundly in the room.

From then until now, Lita's habits never changed. Despite the age of twenty-three years, the girl was still lazy, never able to wake up in the morning despite the sound of chicken crowing and the great-grandson of birds perched on the tree branch, he stayed asleep on the bed. Because of this, Mia continued to depend on housework to Queensha because Lita could not be relied upon.

Lita squirms under the thick blanket that wraps around her crazy body. However, the girl's eyelids were still closed as if she was reluctant to open her eyes.

The anger in Mia grew increasingly angry because it had been almost five minutes standing in front of the door of the princess' room, but Lita flinch in the slightest.

"Jeez, this kid, really bad! It was built, but not awake. You slackers! How would you like to work if this hour is still sleeping." Mia chest kembis. His shoulders moved down and up withstanding the anger that had reached its maximum limit.

If Mia used to be able to relax, sit sweet while watching television, this time is different because there is no Queensha in this house. Especially when the company owned by the late Gunawan went bankrupt and all the wealth was exhausted to meet daily needs, he was very forced to fire the household assistants because they could not afford to pay them. Since then, she has been doing housework alone.

Mia won't give up. This time he knocked on the door again. "Lita, wake! If you still don't wake up, don't blame your mom if you don't share Queensha's money!" The middle-aged woman deliberately raised the tone of voice hoping that Lita would wake up from her long slumber.

It seems that Mia's efforts are bearing fruit. On the other side, Lita's eyelids slowly moved, and her lashes were moving slowly. The girl rubbed both eyes using the back of her hand.

Sunlight barged in through the window slit, dazzling a pair of brown irises belonging to a twenty-five year old girl. "Why the hell early in the morning scream all? I thought I was a pruneg, huh?" lita complained while sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Lita, mama count to three. If up to three door rooms do not open as well, mama stay you alone here. One ... two .. ti-"

"What the hell is it, Ma? Shouting was unclear. Make my ears hot, you know?" lita grumbled shortly after she opened the room door. His long hair was unraveled in an uncluttered state. A white dress limited to the ankles made the girl like an invisible astral creature.

Mia shook her head looking at the appearance of the princess. "Rome ... Lita .. how do you want to be successful if this hour just woke up. Quickly our lives more and more blangsak, is your wong lazy, wake up always bad luck. Your rezekidin chicken continues."

Panting to hear Mia's complaint, Lita clucked in annoyance. "Always say that. What does your mom want anyway? Tell me to work, will you? Mama will know that I do not work, always want to go out because the environment is less supportive. So stop don't tell me to work!"

Mia's palm clenched beside the body. I want him to teach Lita a lesson because he always raises the tone of voice in front of her. However, he was unable to do all that because he remembered that Lita was the only precious jewel in his life.

"Oh, forget it. Mama woke you up wanting to take you to school. This afternoon we meet Queensha at her stepson's school. Mama just got the address where Queensha's stepdaughter went to school," Mia said.

Lita's eye tails are sharp. "I mean Mama, we kidnapped Queensha's stepson. That so?"

"That's the last way if for example Queensha does not want to give money to pay the debt. But if he wants to give us money, yes, his stepson is safe. Simple, right?" said Mia, raise both eyebrows.

A smile on Lita's lips. The girl's face was soft. "I'm coming. Mom wait a minute, I take a shower."

Without saying much Lita snatched the towel in her room then walked into the bathroom leaving Mia who was still standing in the doorway.

"The money, green eyes. However, the turn is told to work lazily."

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"Mang Aceng, is it still a long time?" Queensha looked anxious as she had been waiting for nearly five minutes in the waiting chair of a roadside auto repair shop. The scorching sun shining down on the earth made the sweat pour out on Queensha's back and forehead.

Suddenly Queensha's feelings became unsettled. An uncomfortable feeling radiating throughout the body makes the face look anxious. Queensha's body moves pacing back and forth while biting her fingernails.

"Oh, Mamang also do not know, Ma'am. But it looks like it's still a long time. Two people before us are still in line" said Mang Aceng gave an explanation.

Queensha followed where the eyes of the Aceng mang stared. There were two four-wheeled drivers sitting in a coffee, waiting for their turn.

Well, how is this? Should I just order an online motorcycle? Rora's pity if told to wait too long at school. She fears that she is alone because her friends and teachers have returned to their homes, inner Queensha.

He seemed to be thinking hard, wondering what should be done in these conditions. Is it waiting until the car is repaired or is he ordering an ojek online to pick up the child?

"I'd better just pick Rora up" Queensha said in the end. Then, he opened one of the applications that had been downloaded by the woman before. Then type the name of the destination.

"Mang Aceng, I invite Rora using an online motorcycle taxi only. If it's over fixed, Mamang immediately go home so that I and Rora go home to take a taxi."

Finished saying, Queensha immediately came out of the waiting room. The woman approached the driver of the online motorcycle taxi who had been waiting for her some time ago.

"Sir, move!" queensha said to the driver in the black and green jacket.

My God, don't let anything bad happen to my daughter. Save him from all sorts of dangers. Queensha pressed the shoulder of the man in front of him as the driver raised the speed of his vehicle.

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