Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 104

Ismika sobbed in Riyadh's private room alone after Riyadh left her.

"I have to find out where the fuckin' woman is! And those two deceitful men, watch out for you!" he murmured with tears all day.

Chequek!

The door of the room opened again. Someone opened it from the outside and Ismika immediately turned to the door. A young and handsome man, entered the room with an astonished face. Zaid was confused when he saw his mother crying hysterically in the room alone. He approached Ismika and sat down next to her while trying to calm her down.

"Ma, Mama why? Is Papa being rude again to Mama?" ask Zaid.

"That's what your father, Zaid. Zaid, there is something you want Mama to talk to you about and this is about your Papa's past" Ismika said as she wiped her tears still flowing between the corners of her eyes.

"Say, Ma,"

"Zaid, we used to hire a babysitter to help us take care of you. However, who would have thought it turned out that your father had an affair with the girl and resulted in the girl becoming pregnant. Your father asked for permission to marry the woman, but is it wrong for Mama to refuse him, Zaid? Since then, your father has changed. It is no longer the Riyadh that it once was. He's always looking for Mama's faults to cover up his mistakes."

Ismika's crying broke again. He was as unwilling as he was in Zaid's arms, his face now reddened by restraining his anger.

"Then, where is that woman now?!" ask Zaid.

"Mama doesn't know either, Zaid. He used to leave because Mama did not give their blessing to carry out the marriage. And I'm sure your father must be back in touch with that woman."

"Just take it easy, Zaid will never let them live happily in the suffering of Mama. Zaid will teach the woman a lesson and her son!" furious Zaid.

Zaid's jaw hardened and his teeth were heard grinding as he said those words. He was really angry after knowing the cause of the rift between his parents' household.

Ismika sneers cunningly because she managed to get support from Zaid, her only child. Now he is not so afraid, even though Riyadh threatens him, at least he still has Zaid who will continue to defend and support him.

. . .

Riyadh is in his room. In recent years, Riyadh and Ismika have been sleeping in different rooms. The man was sitting on the edge of the bed using only a towel to cover his private area. He smiled as he looked at the screen of the phone that was in his grasp.

After calling someone's number, he immediately put the phone next to his ear.

"Marcello, how are you?" he said with a cramped face.

It turns out that at that time he was contacting Mr. Marcello who was still at war with Hot Daddy cravings.

"Bad! I didn't expect your future granddaughter to hate Mr. Riyadh so much" replied Marcello, who was still leaning on her bed.

Suddenly, Mr. Riyadh laughed after hearing the answer from the friend who is now his son-in-law.

"Oh come on, Marcello! Hang on for my grandson's sake" seduced Riyadh.

"Heh, Mr Riyadh! Why don't you change my position, you're Grandpa!" marcello was annoyed after hearing laughter from the man.

Without Riyadh noticing, Ismika eavesdropped on the man's conversation. She could hear her husband's words clearly because the door was not closed.

"Good-grandson? Marcello?" ismika Gumam.

Ismika began to think hard until she finally rounded her eyes perfectly.

"Don't, Riyadh met the woman at Mr. Marcello's wedding yesterday. And somehow I suspect that Marcello's wife is the son of Dian and Riyadh?! Nope, no! This is impossible" he muttered with a panicked face.

"Marcello, can I talk to Marissa?" ask Riyadh.

"Of course," Marcello replied as she handed her phone to Marissa who was sitting next to her.

"What?" marissa asked in confusion as Marcello handed over her phone.

"Your father wants to talk" answered Marcello briefly, because his head is still heavy and feels 360 degrees swirling.

Marissa smiled then quickly grabbed the flat object and placed it beside her ear.

"Yes, Dad?" greet Marissa with a clean face.

"Marissa baby, how are you?" ask Riyadh who is not less happy to be able to talk to his daughter.

"good. When did you come back here again? You ... Here there is another miss with Dad," seduced Marissa while glancing at Dian who was sitting on the sofa in front of Mr. Marcello's bed.

Dian's eyes were perfectly rounded, looking at Marissa, her face flushed with embarrassment. "Marysa!" he nodded with half a whisper.

The mischievous Marissa started to suppress the Loudspeakers sign. He spoke with Mr Riyadh in an outside voice so his mother could clearly hear what the man was saying.

Mr Riyadh chuckled softly. His face also blushed. "really? Well, then I'll be visiting you soon. And don't forget, say hello to your mother, Dad" he said.

"Ciee ..." seduced Marissa while chuckling.

Not only Marissa, Marcello who was feeling the sensation of Morning Sickness was not strong to not laugh.

"Basic, old lady!" muttered.

Ismika, who is still eavesdropping on Riyadh's talks, has grown increasingly furious. Especially now that he knew that the young woman who became the Wife of Marcello was the son of Dian and Her Husband.

"Mistake no mistake, Marissa is the girl! It's only fitting that I feel that his face is so familiar" exasperated Ismika.

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