Marrying the Papa Candidate
HOP SIXTEEN

📌 Sorry... Hehe... Peace...

In front of her Hilda was so graceful. Sexy, beautiful, though exotic-skinned but European-faced with hazel-eyeballs inherited from a father of Ukrainian descent.

However, as beautiful as the woman was, Rega's mind was not focused forward. Precisely to the mobile phone that shows social media owned by Vanessa Disaga which is still a lot of photos with Geovan De Prastyo.

Vanessa Disaga posted a photo of herself wearing a gym outfit with her male friend.

"This cheap boy!"

"Darling..." Hilda reprimands. Sontak Rega switched and gave a stiff shine.

"You're beating me, aren't you? Do you agree with this ring? It's more expensive than I estimated yesterday."

"Take it as you like, Baby..." Rega keeps his phone when Hilda looks suspicious at him. He did not notice anything Hilda said.

"You're still busy working together?" Hilda sighed. "You said you wanted to focus on our wedding preparations."

"sorry. That one, urgent." Rega widened his smile in order not to make his lover prolong the duration of his snack.

They again chose rings, other jewelry, wedding dresses, and all kinds of whining. After that, lunch ended at a fine dining restaurant.

Hilda asked for an extra lemon for her ordered lemon tea ice. At first glance, Rega so remember at breakfast this morning, Vanessa also applies the same; ask lemon for hot tea.

Even the movement of Hilda when sipping one by one her fingers is also very similar to Vanessa, of course, for the eyes of Rega who felt this strange.

"Why don't you introduce me to your family?" Hilda gritted her steak then stabbed with a fork and grabbed it while looking at her lover.

"You know our family is still a mortal enemy. I didn't dare take you home before we were legitimate."

Rega spoke about it again. But, it is true if Hilda's father really hates the Rega family because the Rega company is always on it, whether in Indonesia, Malaysia, Singapore, and other countries.

X-meria also never wanted to be on good terms with Hilda's father's company. Because there had previously been fraud committed by Aerau on the King: Rega's father.

Remembering that Hilda snorted. "Your family is hostile to a lot of people. But why does one of them have to be my family."

"I don't know either." Rega then grabbed his glass. He sipped it before continuing to eat.

"So where's our honeymoon?"

Rega paused for a moment to think what answer was suitable to reason. "Can't go anywhere. I'm busy Hilda."

Hilda's hand weakened until a slightly rowdy fork and plate clashed. "You're why the hell, the end of this changed. What's busy anymore, haven't you summarized your work to be able to prepare for our marriage?"

"Sorry." Rega could only say that.

"Aren't you serious, Rega?" Hearing that question, Rega naturally shook his head. But, he himself doubted Hilda now.

"May I ask you something, Hilda?" Rega did not eat, honestly from then on his mind was only full by one name.

"Vanessa..." He said after getting a nod of the woman's head.

"Why with the kid?"

"What is your relationship with him? I asked once again. Please be honest, I can take it if you admit it though."

Hilda shakes suddenly. Yesterday Hilda had shown the latest data on Vanessa's mother's name, but why then Rega again asked about Anes.

"You know I don't want to investigate you because I don't want to get too sick until I find out you lied to me. So now, be honest with me. I want to know from your mouth directly. Who's Vanessa?"

"Your servant?" Rega frowned. He was in shock and could even be said to be very shocked.

Hilda nodded seriously. "This is a disgrace. But, Nimas is pregnant outside of marriage. And when Vanessa was little. We're used to being together. That's why Anes thinks I'm his mother."

Rega. "Really?" It's really beyond her catch that Vanessa is so cunning, the son of a housekeeper.

"You know for yourself, I'm a mother. And I don't want to disappoint Anes myself. That's why I let him call me Mama. Poor Nimas, he's Arjuna's victim."

"Arjuna's sacrifice?" This further jolted Rega. How Arjuna preyed on Nimas, that's what he had in mind.

"You don't believe it?"

Rega shakes. "No... I trust you. I know you can't lie about a child."

Hilda relieved. The two had been silent for quite a while, without continuing the lunch that had been muddled by the loss of their mood.

"Because you're being honest. I'll be honest with you, too, Hilda." Rega suddenly looked seriously at her lover. "I lied when I said I was busy. Because actually, yesterday afternoon, I was forced to marry Vanessa."

"What?" Hilda stood up at once. After a long time of contact, Rega could see the woman's anger now. "How can you?" his screeches.

"I know this is ridiculous. It doesn't even make sense. But he conspired with Grandpa to force me to marry him!"

Hilda was stunned by the mixed taste into a furor. If he didn't get Rain's blessing, why would Vanessa.

"He shouldn't be able to marry you either. He's also an enemy of your extended family."

"Enemy?" Rega frowning. As Hilda rounded her eyes, she forgot that Rega should not know her true status that she was Vanessa's biological mother.

"t-of course. Arjuna isn't your competitor?"

Rega shakes denying. "He's not on Daddy's list of enemies. Yesterday, we got married well."

In between his weakness, Hilda clenched her furious hand. "Have you touched it?"

"You're crazy, I'm not even interested in a kid as ugly as him." Rega said, before he had time to admit how smooth his wife's skin.

"Perach him Rega. Don't let you touch him. Please." Hilda was hysterical, this was enough to shock Rega.

"You doubt me?"

"You have Ga!" The man's chest was Hilda pushed, she was crying so hysterically. "You're marrying a woman you shouldn't be marrying!"

"Shouldn't?"

"Of course it shouldn't. Because you deserve to marry only me! We even ordered everything!" hilda Koar.

"I'm sorry."

Hilda turned down the man's hand. "Now divorce her Ga. Before you seduce her sneaky seduction!"

"All right." Rega nodded. "But I need time. Let me take care of him first. Only then will we get married."

Hilda sat on her couch. "But promise. You'll never touch him, Ga. Or we'll never get married!"

"Of course." Rega clasped Hilda's hands gently. "I'll never touch her, I'm yours."

Rega did not expect that Hilda's reaction would be that brutal. But, she again thought, which woman is not hysterical when her future husband married impromptu teenage girls.