My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 90 - She's my Daughter.

By the afternoon Amara was already so beautiful, she was waiting for her husband on the balcony of the room. Today there are so many things that he found, impatient to say everything he felt.

"For a long time, he came home at what time."

It had only been a few minutes, but boredom had surrounded his soul. Amara clucked because her husband had no signs of going home, even though there were no bad thoughts that assorted still he was upset.

After a few minutes, the smile returned. Amara Sumringah's face when the roar of the car began to sound faint, wanted her to run to do things that Zia often did when welcoming her husband. However, Amara still did not dare to express his affection in front of the crowd so.

"Darling!! I'm home!!"

"Well, how long!! I got the moss!!"

The silly but too sweet conversation was often heard by Amara. Both of them shouted, so it was only natural that Amara who was on the second floor balcony heard and saw clearly what they were doing.

Defeating Zia's romanticism took a great mental and unabashed soul. However, for now for Amara has not been as brave, he gave up on defeating the romantic Zia.

On the other hand, her husband just looks ordinary and passes the couple who are hugging the style of teletubis there. All was funny, Amara who realized her husband was on his way to the room was clearly preparing to welcome him.

Amara stared with an unusually high focus as the door opened from the outside. Prepare to welcome her husband in a different way in a moment.

"Say_"

Brucks

Uncompleted Syakil greeted him, the woman slammed into Syakil's embrace. So close that the man confused his wife a little why, what might be the influence of the scenery he saw down there, thought Syakil.

"Haii .. What wrong, Honey? You why?"

"Don't move much, this is how it used to be."

It's a little weird, but Syakil likes it. The man returned the embrace of the wife, not forgetting to land a few kisses on Amara's forehead, the distinctive aroma of the wife's hair as an extraordinary opium for Syakil.

"Have you taken a shower? Tumben," chirped Syakil unaware of the development of the day, Amara looked up and looked at Syakil so intensely.

"It's been time, you've been home a long time."

Though not at all, Amara alone is more and feel Syakil for so long. As a husband who often looks for ways so that his wife is clearly at home, after dizziness with problems Wiranata and endless work. Now, everything seems lost with the treatment of the wife who is suddenly different.

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"How was it today?"

"Hm fun .. I used your money a lot, sister Zia who taught."

Syakil chuckled at his wife's words, wondering as much as what she was using. Amara showed her serious face, at this serious time can-can Syakil take it joking.

"I'm serious, I was shopping a lot because of the khilaf, tuh."

Amara pointed to some paper bags that she had hunted with Zia's company today. Although not everything was for her, still Amara felt guilty.

"It doesn't matter, it's your right .. what I have, it's yours too." What way should he explain to Amara that there is no such term, the money is also Amara money.

The man looked at his wife's face fixedly, he seemed to think whether it was better for Amara not to know it at all until the end. Amara's life without anyone and only herself will be better, thought Syakil while listening to the babbling of the wife who is still in his arms.

"Did you hear me?" amara's jolt only realized that Syakil seemed silent when he told her what items he bought today.

"Look, honey listen ... What's the story today?" tanya Syakil pulled the corner of her lips, the woman seemed to think for a while before then answering Syakil's question.

"So someone gave me a doll, so big!! Tuh look. Very funny." Amara pointed at the teddy bear she had placed on top of their bed.

"Engineers right?"

The man did not immediately reply, he thought hard and looked at Amara questioningly.

"Who loves you?"

"While guarding the store, suddenly nyamperin continues to love it .. maybe free for pregnant women yes." Amara suspected that from the beginning she got it, but the strange thing is that Zia whose stomach is more visible actually did not get the gift that Amara meant.

"Zia too?"

"No."

Syakil let out a rough sigh, why could Mike not report this kind of thing to him. The man wanted to be angry, but seeing his wife as happy as that he became unbearable.

"He can sleep with us, right?"

Syakil shook his head quickly, at all he did not want to share the bed with the doll. Just throw a pillow because it is considered disturbing, especially if the doll.

"Huh why?"

"Bother me, I don't like those big eyes."

Everything looks creepy in Syakil's eyes. Not only living things but also inanimate objects, yes indeed her husband is really strange, thought Amara was incredible.

"Bad really you? It's good time, but she's so cute?" Amara poked her lips, the doll brought happiness since then. The woman was unusually happy when her own husband could buy a bigger and more expensive one.

"No, Amara ... just put it on that couch, or if you need to get outside."

"Well, is that time?"

"You want to sleep with me or that fucking doll?" tanya Syakil pitched a successful threat to make Amara stark-ketir.

"Yes-yes he's on the sofa," answered Amara obediently who then made Syakil smile with satisfaction, really his wife's decision this time was really very good.

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While in another corner of the capital, an old man who is now smiling meaningfully stared at some photos on his laptop. Since a long time he was looking for an opportunity, finally delivered as well.

"Leon."

"Yes, Sir?"

"Give this woman an extra 1000 dollars, my daughter's smile looks beautiful after receiving it .. I like it," the man's message was undeniable, it's been almost two hours she always looked at Amara's smile.

"Good, Sir."

Not long after his man left, the door was now open with a woman with a black circumference in her eye area. A sign that she was very tired, the woman approached the husband in the hope that the man would be destroyed.

"I want to talk."

"On what? I told you I don't want her to be taken to a mental institution, my daughter is not crazy!!" jolt then and close his laptop abruptly, Wulan's presence only disturbs his pleasure.

"Please throw away your ego, Syakil is already so good ... what's wrong if we follow his advice? Until when I had to be apart and even visiting him was not allowed that crazy man," annoyed Wulan felt the world was really unfair to him.

"How many times do I have to say, Ganeta is not crazy!! Soon we'll be all right again, our two daughters will be together and that way Ganeta won't feel as lonely as she used to be."

"both? Your path is wrong, if until you take your daughter from Syakil .. not Ganeta's healing you get, but Amara will also suffer the same fate as Ganeta, take it." Wulan pressed her every sentence, confused by her husband's mindset.

- To Be Continue