Mini Girl Belongs to Ceo
Chapter 58 "Pooja"

" Say, how did it go?" Ask Riko to Dino.

" Crazy Lo. It's not a trivial matter, but it's really very, very complicated" Dino said. " If you knew, there would be a broken heart. " Connect Dino.

Riko raised one eyebrow. And he took the brown envelope that Dino had brought. Riko was surprised to read every report written there. Riko also opened her mouth and glared her eyes as she read the doctor's certificate. Riko Pratama Artmaja is the Biological Father of Pooja. Accurate Yield 99.9%.

" Crazy, Lo, have kids but you don't know about this. 99.9%. It's like a Lo germ-killing ad" cerocos Dino.

Right now they're in Dino's apartment.

" What's Lo's plan now?" Ask Dino.

Feeling in the cuekin, Dino kicked Riko's desk to make himself aware.

Braaakk..

"Woy" Shouted Dino.

" Dea. What should I say to Dea?? I don't want to lose him." Riko lirih.

" I told you, there is a heart that will be sick" said Dino cynically.

" I have to look at Pooja." Riko said and grabbed her cell phone to contact Priya.

On the other hand, Dea was enjoying the afternoon atmosphere at the apartment garden. He saw a girl sitting in a wheelchair by herself and watched the other children play.

" Hey," Sapa Dea

Dea instantly fell in love with the little girl's beauty. Although her face was pale, her beauty was still visible.

" Hey" said the little girl.

" Emm, You.. eemm, what's the English?" dea Mumbles

The girl smiled looking at Dea who was scratching her head confused to say what.

" I speak Indonesian" said the girl with her Indian accent but clearly.

Dea immediately smiled in embarrassment. And stretched out his hand.

" My name is Dea"

" Pooja"

"Beautiful name, you yourself?" Ask Dea.

" Aunty is pretty, too. It was with the sisters, but it was going "Pooja said.

" Aunty? hmmpp." muttered Dea and smiled.

Pooja smiled at Dea who became more beautiful when she smiled.

" Aunty want to help Pooja? ask the girl.

" Yes, what can Aunty help with?" ask Dea

" Pooja wants to go there, but Pooja can't push this chair there. Because it's locked in here" Pooja said, pointing to the wheelchair's push handle.

Dea unlocks the brakes, and pushes Pooja's wheelchair closer to the park.

" Eemm, if aunty can tell. Why are you sitting here?" Ask Dea curiously.

" My legs hurt when I want to be able to walk. The doctor said my knee was weak, so it couldn't hold my body weight." Pooja.

" Hmm, but it's still healing, right?" Ask Dea.

Oh my goodness. Really curious about Dea with the state of Pooja. The beautiful girl who made him fall in love the first time he saw her.

" The doctor said, I should be in therapy often. The cost of therapy is not cheap. " Pooja said as she lowered her face. " Mama's persuading Papa to pay for my treatment." Say again.

Dea was touched. In this day and age there are still parents who do not care about the state of their children.

" Pooja" shouted a woman wearing a pink nun dress.

Dea stood up and looked towards the woman.

" I'm sorry, Pooja wanted to come here, so I pushed her." Dea Saying.

The woman neutralized her breath. " Thank you Miss. Sorry to be a hassle. Say the Woman.

" Sister An, meet Aunty Dea." Pooja.

" Dea"

That afternoon they spent joking. And the story of Pooja's circumstances. The sun is starting to sink. They return to their units.

"Aunty, next time Aunty's still playing with Pooja?" Ask the sweet girl.

Dea, who wanted to step out of the elevator, had already reached the floor where her unit was lun, undoing her footsteps.

" Yes can. Emm, how about Aunty take Pooja. Let Aunty know where Unit Pooja is. So Aunty can pick up Pooja and get Pooja to play" Dea said.

Even if they had only met for a moment. Dea loved Pooja very much.

"This is my room unit Aunty" Pooja said.

" Here you go, Dea?" Rose Ana.

" Don't, I'll just go home.." Dea Saying.

Chequek..

The door of Pooja's apartment opens, and features 2 adult figures that are well known to Dea. Dea widened her eyes when she saw one of them. The man she loved came out of her ex's apartment?

"Richo?" Dea Mumbles.

" Dea?"

Dea immediately turned around after saying goodbye to Ana and Pooja. Dea quickened her footsteps. In a hurry to enter the elevator. Riko. The elevator closed.

" You don't want to meet your son?" The sound makes Riko step back into Priya's apartment.

" come inside. We're talking inside" Priya said.

Riko sat in front of Pooja.

"He's your Papa, baby" Priya said.

" Father?" Repeated Pooja.

Pooja can only smile happily. After a long time he was waiting for the presence of a real father. Pooja has no father. Even Gopal did not consider Pooja to be his son. Because Gopal does not want to give up inheritance rights to Pooja who is disabled and sick. Gopal has even had another child from another mistress.

Priya did not know that Pooja was her son and Riko. During the blood test, it is revealed that Gopal is not his son. And wait for Priya's happiness when she finds out that Pooja is Riko's son.

During this time only Gopal and Riko had planted seeds in her womb. And the Seed of Riko who is able to bear fruit in her womb.

Therefore Priya with perseverance and all the ways she did in order to return to Indonesia and approach Riko. It took 2 years to get back to Indonesia. After Gopal no longer finances his life when he finds out the child who has been with him is the child of Riko. All access given Gopal is pulled back by the depraved man.

Priya tried to get up for the sake of her baby. And he works for a company in Delhi. It was indeed God's fate that led Priya easily to meet with Riko. Unbeknownst to Mr. Yoga's men, Priya easily returns to Indonesia and works in their office where Riko is the leader.

Riko looked at the teary-eyed Pooja, and waited for a warm embrace from her.

But Riko stood up and left Priya and Pooja without a word.

Priya can only hug Pooja to comfort the feelings of her beloved daughter.

Maybe people think that Priya is the worst woman who is willing to be a mistress of rich old men.

But in Pooja's eyes, Priya is an amazing mother. Who fought for his recovery.

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