Mr. Kades' Secret Wife
CHAPTER 08. Darion Arham Dirgantara

"Mama, Om is Papa me?"

Y'all know? I'm frustrated right now in the face of Gibran's increasingly bizarre questions.

"No, son," I replied slowly.

"But Ma-"

"Gibran, it's been well, the passion is this again," Usually if I have this Ridwan will according to my request because he does not want me to be angry.

"Lit-ki, son!"

Ah I almost forgot Mak Saharia. Mak Saharia invited me and Gibran into her house, I smiled and walked with her into this house.

A cottage house with wood material, not too big and similar to my house in the village first, this whole house is made of wood board with glass windows that have a design in the past.

You know what I mean? The glass window is arranged up, you just check Google, your job is to read here.

I was dragging my suitcase with my right hand while my left hand was holding Gibran.

"Rest-ki first, son," said Mak Saharia opening the door to the room I was going to occupy.

A medium-sized room, complete with enough mattresses for me and Gibran and a closet, I realized I was just hitching a ride here, not good to have a high performance.

"Well, what if Mak leaves him alone? Go to the market in the afternoon, go shopping for dinner, "I raised my head to look at Mak Saharia.

"Ikut-ka Mak," I volunteered to come along.

Initially Mak Saharia refused for fear that I was tired because of the long journey, but not Gea if not stubborn so I forced to come along and Mak resigned.

Without changing clothes, I immediately pulled Gibran's hand and carried him, I followed Mak out of the house, the distance of the market and Mak Saharia's house was not so far away.

We just need to walk there, along the way, we were all greeted by some residents, even seen some residents bare-chested men carrying toiletries, where they used to bathe in the spring.

"Sir Doctor, take a shower, uh there's little Reza."

Mak Saharia's voice made me turn towards the figure of the man she was talking to. The doctor?

"Yes Mak, fresh regular,"

Ah that voice, who else is he who else?

"Who's sister is that?" ask the doctor who has definitely asked me where I am here.

"Oh this is Non Gea, she is a student who will practice here, Non Gea is Doctor Ion, Doctor Ion is good she entered the village for health practice here," explained Mak Saharia.

An ion? Darion? ARGH!

"Geea?"

"D-Darion?" I raised my head to look at the doctor in question.

Sure enough it was Darion, MY EX! Darion and I were dating before I went to college, we didn't continue because I realized I wasn't from the family, again a caste problem, but Kak Ion's family was very good.

After breaking up Kak Ion reportedly married a woman and reportedly his wife died a year ago when their son was one month old, which means he was DUDA!

"You're a student?"

Hopefully Darion doesn't know that after the breakup I'm a graduate because we split up after the breakup after all he's my brother.

"Sir Ion, uh there's Reza," I'm trying to be friendly and I already know the kid.

Photos of him and his father ~Kak Ion, often plastered on instagram, I admit I often stalking my ex.

"You haven't graduated from college?"

Thankfully, Ion didn't know, if he knew he could fail my disguise, just like Pak Kades, Kak Ion is not native to Makassar so he still uses informal Indonesian.

"Yes, it's the last semester and there should be practice here."

I don't know what a lie this is, have you counted it?

"Well, there's Gibran too, the spirit of his mother's faith."

Exactly Brother Ion does not know that Gibran is not my biological son, so this reason also we can not continue first, it is very sad.

"Doctor and Non Gea already know each other?" ask Mak Saharia.

I know there's meaning implied there. Don't think I want to go back to brother Ion, my principle is ex well former gaada tissue former dipake again.

In order not to waste time I invited Mak Saharia to immediately leave for the Market, after all lingering here, making me a little sultry.

Mak Saharia agreed and we left the Doctor Duda with his son, sugar daddy once he.

Before long we arrived at the market I did not expect the market in this village to be very large and complete, unless you look for a mate here, it is not sold in the market, logically for a remote village it is difficult to accept the fact that the facilities here are complete.

The proof of electricity and the internet has entered here, it was proven when I saw a young couple selling ice pop at the end there while next to a group of young people were playing online games.

Pop Ice's turnover may be on the rise right now, for young married people, unless you're from a good family account.

I walked into the market area and followed Mak Saharia shopping.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, son?"

I reached into my bag and took out hundreds of thousands of dollars then stuffed it into the hands of Mak Saharia. "It's a shopping package for Mak."

"Eh Ndak ndak nak," refused Mak Saharia who made me force.

"Take-mi Mak."

"No need!"

Okay halal to be forced, slammed and so on, patient Gea this old man, with a little forcing finally Mak Saharia accepts.

We continued shopping but unfortunately I got separated from Mak Saharia.

"Sir Gea?"

"Eh Mr Kades?"

Holy hooch! Why can I meet this fucking guy again, and what Mr. Kades is doing here, he's dressed in brown service different from when he picked you up, and his charisma is now, God willing.

But I'm not tempted.

"Who's looking for Dek?"

"Mak Saharia."

"Don't you get separated?"

Shamefully, prestige and so I nodded, Mr. Kades let out a long sigh then pulled my hand away from there.

Uh wait, pull, okay pull my hand, which means I'm being touched, O Allah when I get home I'll wash my hands three times and take a big bath.

It felt unclean to be touched by this damn man, and amazingly stupid even I resigned without a fight, as long as it was pulled by Pak Kades looking for Mak Saharia, a group of mothers and daughters of the village saw me cynical, as long as it was drawn by Pak Kades looking for Mak Saharia, a group of mothers and daughters of the village saw me cynical, perhaps they were envious, newcomers could be close to their handsome Kades.

Suppose you know, I DON'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED BY THIS DAMN GUY! I just resigned.

"Mama, Gibran is tired."

Moreover, Gibran did walk while I was holding, but I have not answered this damn man directly holding Gibran and pulled my hand looking for Mak Saharia.

Looks like a cypress family ah not the most polluted family I mean.

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