My Possessive Billionaire
CHAPTER 91 - Bad among the Bad.

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Amara frowned, someone sent her a message. With a completely unknown number, but the message appears many times and makes the soul want to be tempestuous.

"Hows it? You like the doll? Take care of your health, I'm sorry Daddy was late pampering you."

Huh huh? Daddy's? Daddy who? Maybe Amara misread it. The woman stared confusedly at the short message she had just received. It felt like he did not have a close friend of that name, even if it was a call from when he had a relative called that name.

Early in the morning he was confused by this short message, a moment later he came to Syakil with a little run. The husband seemed to be exercising with Mikhail, with his echoing voice clearly the two handsome men were staring with their confused faces.

"Why? We are there, it is strictly forbidden to look at the stomach of Mikhail's brother ... later on," Syakil said as sweet as snoring and it was really clear in Mikhail's ear.

"I'm not deaf, Kil."

Shakil was wide open, but he quickly dodged before the man went on a rampage and threw his shoes in Syakil's face.

With a little running, Amara pulled Syakil's wrist. This is not ordinary, the man was curious as well why Amara is this beautiful.

"What's wrong? Why is his face panicking?"

"It."

Amara does not like stale bases, the woman gives her cell phone. Reading his message made Syakil's emotions smolder, the man hardened his jaw and clenched his palm.

Without warning, Syakil passed and took a long step towards his room. The confused Amara herself could only follow where her husband went. If Amara noticed that the man seemed to be furious, it proved to be his way of opening the room door with deep exertion.

"Where are you going?" amara asked in panic when Syakil brought a fluffy doll that he was sure would not be as cheap as the price of onions as if worthless in Syakil's eyes.

"Dispose, you carelessly accept the item without first investigating where it came from, Amara!!"

He's angry, where's the fault? Syakil suddenly snapped at him and this was really something Amara could not accept. The doll that he hugged almost every hour, now Mikhail throwing out with some people there.

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Hearing Amara's panicked voice, Mikhail and Zia come out with worries that begin to become. Afraid that Syakil would again hurt Amara of course, but when he saw that Mikhail was dragging a puppet Mikhail heaved a sigh of relief.

"Mike!! Here you are!!"

"Yes, Sir?"

Bugh

Not yet had Mike asked, Syakil has given a raw bogem right on his face. Amara boughtak saw Syakil like this, sharp eyes that made him remember the incident some time ago.

"Why do you allow a stranger to give this cheap thing to my wife?!!" syakil jolt then, he was furious and managed to make the others bow obediently.

Syakil's chest went up and down, the man ordered his servant to burn the doll as soon as possible.

"Surely wait."

Mikhail held back his sister's movements, there was one thing that made Mikhail slightly disturbed. The man came forward and then pulled the doll's eyes, looking a little difficult until their eyes were puffed up when Mikhail showed it.

"Camera?"

Beyond a doubt, the eyes of a doll that looks so cute from the outside are in fact more dangerous than a knife that is right in front of the eyes. Mikhail looked up at Syakil who was also looking at him, both of them were confused and their minds were on the same path.

"Just yesterday" replied Amara seriously, but in contrast to Syakil who began to shift his eyes.

"Facing the bed?"

"Huh? Mean Brother?" amara asked confused, why is the question precisely about it.

"I asked, where did you put this doll? Bed or something?"

"No, but towards the bathroom door, sister."

Huft, Mikhail heaved a sigh of relief. He looked at Syakil who was now biting the corner of his lips. Her face looks red but Amara does not understand why her husband was wrong, she just thought Syakil was still angry because of the doll.

"Thank God, at least the most important one was saved... Crazy bastard, who sent this doll?" mikhail asked later, he also looked at Zia questioningly. But Zia's answer, like Amara's, was a gift from an employee at a shopping mall when they washed their eyes.

"Daddy, he also texted me this morning .. But as I recall, I don't have a family called by that name."

Mikhail looked at Syakil seriously, Wiranata indeed really needs to be hit seemingly. After being warned many times, the man called Amara out of nowhere to get her number.

"Burn, let's not have anything left."

Inevitably he had to be willing, Amara began to understand if what happened was not okay. Only then did he believe that Syakil was guarding him not only as possessive, but indeed this kind of thing he never expected.

"I was afraid" said Amara when Syakil hugged her tightly, the man patted her gently on the shoulder, insisting there was nothing to fear.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have come out yesterday."

"That's it, the important thing is that everything is fine ... don't ignore that kind of message again, understand?"

Amara nodded obediently, for the first time she regretted not following what the husband said. The woman drowned her face in the chest of Shakil's field, returning the husband's embrace even tighter.

"Aren't you going to hurt me, too?" mikhail asked spread out his hand, but Zia was not interested in getting any closer.

"Not hugged, kegedean." Saying without sin then just passed, no matter how her husband felt, who was back to start a healthy life like before.

"There's such a wife? Ck, they're also why are hugs here."

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Syakil's anger was too great, with Kendrick the man ignoring his ego and visiting the Maovan Group with the intention of meeting his leader.

Luckily this time did not bring Mikhail along, so Kendrick did not have to bother dressing up like Amara to lure Wiranata.

"Hahahaha my son-in-law has finally come too, huft it's hard to keep you open huh?"

"What do you mean, messing with my wife's life?" syakil asked without further ado, the man clenched his hands tightly.

"She's my daughter, not only you're entitled .. what's wrong I give her a gift." The answer was so relaxed as if it had no guilt at all.

"Where have you been all this time? If she's your daughter then why is Ganeta the only one you care about?" A question that Syakil really wants to know the answer to.

"We have been looking for him for years, long before you found him, Syakil .. years we have been looking for him, but fate has not brought us and Amara together," obviously Wiranata with a slightly sad look made Syakil as upset as he really was.

"And now, you casually ask him back? Even by teasing my papa, you even threaten the resilience of our household, you realize how bad you are right now?" tanya Syakil looked at him sharply and did not understand why this kind of thing could happen.

- To Be Continue -