Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy
Chapter 125
After the funeral, they returned to the Riyadh residence. Zaid was still sobbing on the sofa that was in the main room with Riyadh and the others.
"Cha, you should accompany your brother, there is something I want to talk to your mother and husband about" Riyadh said, patting Marissa's shoulder gently.
"Good, Dad."
After Mr. Riyadh, Marcello and Dian walked out of the room, slowly Marissa walked over to Zaid and sat down next to him.
"Sister," said Marissa quietly as she gently stroked the man's shoulder.
Zaid, who had just been bowed to the floor, finally raised his head and looked at Marissa with his eyes.
"Patience to you, sister." continued Marissa.
"It's worth it these few days that I feel bad, Marissa. Even when Papa took me to see Ms. Dian, I don't know why my heart felt so heavy" Zaid said.
"What is Miss Ismika sick of, sister?" ask Marissa.
Zaid let out a heavy breath with a look of light staring at the wall of the room.
"Actually Mama has a history of heart disease for a long time. After the events that occurred lately, Mama no longer pay attention to her health, eating it just any. Especially after Mama was named as a suspect, she was completely depressed. The disease relapsed and, worse, complications occurred in the disease," said Zaid with teary eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Brother."
Marissa again stroked Zaid's back and hoped to reduce the heavy burden the man was feeling.
Meanwhile in another room.
"I'm sorry, Dian. Maybe in the near future, I can't prepare for our wedding. Because Zaid is still in mourning, it is not appropriate if we celebrate the wedding, while Zaid is still sad because he just lost his mother" said Riyadh.
"Yes, of course, Riyadh. I also did not ask for our marriage to be accelerated. Better focus on Zaid, pity him. He desperately needs your support as his father."
"I dare not interfere, this is your business. I can only support what's best for you," said Marcello, raising both hands.
. . .
The day after Ismika's funeral, Marcello and her family returned to their home country. Now Mr. Riyadh's residence is quiet again, just as it was the day before.
"Well," Zaid told Riyadh, who was sitting in a lounge, enjoying a cup of his favorite black coffee.
"Zayd. Come here, son."
Riyadh patted the empty space beside him. He asked Zayd to sit there with him. Zaid immediately approached the father and sat down at the place intended by the man.
"Coffee?"
"Well, can Zaid ask you something?"
"Ask," replied Riyadh with a warm smile.
"When did Papa perform Papa's marriage to Ms Dian?"
Riyadh was silent for a moment while staring fixedly at Zaid's face.
"So, maybe a few more months."
"Kok, how long? Why not just speed up? I think the sooner, the better," said Zaid.
"really? So, you don't care if Papa's wedding is done anytime soon?" riyadh asked enthusiastically.
"Yes, of course not, Pah. Zaid instead supports Papa to immediately justify Bu Dian so that the family is back as intact as before. There is Papa and there is Bu Dian who will replace Mama" replied Zaid.
"All right, then. Papa was happy to hear that. Later Papa tell this good news to Dian so that he can prepare to welcome our wedding day,"
"Zaid was happy to see Papa happy like this."
"Thank you, son."
Not long after, Riyadh immediately contacted Marcello and said that he would take care of the preparation for his wedding with Dian.
While everyone is happy to welcome Dian and Riyadh's wedding day to be held in the near future, Joe is even more silent. Although Joe continues to try to brush off the pain in his heart, but can not be denied, the pain remains.
Even on the way, he daydreamed more. His gaze was indeed focused forward, staring at the road, but his mind floated somewhere.
Until he did not realize that there was a large hole filled with dirty water and mud, right in front of his car. Joe, who was still unaware of the puddle, continued to drive his car and passed it at high speed.
Sneak it!!!
The puddle of dirty water and mud hit the body and face of a sweet girl who was a cake seller. Even the cake basket was also dirty due to the splash of dirty water.
"Akhh!!!" his screeches.
He screamed hysterically while cursing violently. But Joe didn't realize it. The man continued to drive his car away from the girl.
"About the rich man, the road is his own!" curse the girl while wiping the dirty water that soaked her face.
He notices Joe's license plate number and tries to remember it. I hope one day he will be able to avenge that man.
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