NOT Second Lead
Responsibilities

"wait. Soon I will finish everything," Xavi said after ending their kiss.

Daiva could only nod. His mind was not in his place. Xavi's kiss was still drugging him.

Xavi smiled as he tidied up Daiva's son's hair that was unraveling on his cheek.

"You again?" cananda Xavi makes Daiva stammer.

He realized that his hand was still hanging around Xavi's neck. Even though his feet did not tiptoe again.

Daiva awkwardly lowered both of his hands from Xavi's neck which moved back slowly with a smile on his lips.

"I've been gone a long time," complained Daiva remembering his purpose to the parking lot. But Xavi forced him to do it(?) with a long kiss.

Xavi laughed softly, he followed Daiva's steps towards his car. Far away from his car.

Sorry, his mind made Daiva go away too long leaving his ponak who was treated.

He slightly cussed at her being selfish. He should have thought about the interests of the baby who was his nephew.

But in fact he could not resist to let go of his longing.

'Let me take it, '" said Xavi as he grabbed a sizable bag, containing Baby Eldar's clothes.

"Thank you."

"You're married to me, I won't let you stay up" said Xavi gently, slightly protesting against Daiva's panda eyes.

Daiva's face was blushing over it. He stood guard because he was worried about the state of his still very small weapon.

Without hesitation Xavi held Daiva's arm. No one knew him at the hospital. If there is and will later go viral, it will even make it easier for him to marry Daiva. Xavi doesn't care anymore.

The kiss he gave and also had been avenged by Daiva, giving him a lot of ammunition.

He'll be desperate. After all, her papa had allowed her to marry Daiva.

Not Xavi wants to be a bad boy. But the words of his papi a few days ago, had already relieved him enough.

"Mommy is papi's responsibility. But Daiva is your responsibility."

Xavi widened his happy smile. He was sure that one day his mother would change and be able to accept Daiva. Daiva is a good girl, in the heart of her mother must have known this. It is only covered in anger.

Daiva glanced at her hand that Xavi was holding with a sweet curvature of her lips.

He would wait patiently, just like Xavi requested. How long.

Not far from there. Afif-Papi Xavi was staring at the two lovebirds who were looking very happy.

He will help Xavi get his happiness. Xavi's dream will be realized. Aiden doesn't exist, but Xavi is his only son. He will not break his son's heart.

His wife is his responsibility. Xavi could not continue to sacrifice his happiness.

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The Emir fulfilled his promise. He's coming to pick up Kamila tomorrow morning. Still loyal to his ducal.

He still wants to repeat Kamila's warm pulses on his race bike.

Kamila's housekeeper took the Emir to the dining room, because the family was there.

His great master asked his servant to take the Emir when he found out that a male friend of his only daughter was going to take him to the hospital.

The security and the housemaid described the Emir very clearly.

A handsome young man on a racing motorcycle who yesterday afternoon drove his young lady home from the hospital.

A surprise for the boss and his big mistress to hear that because it has been a long time no man came to the house to drive or see his daughter.

This is the second man. The great master and his mistress this time did not want to be helped again. They had to take a closer look at who the young man whose name was like he had heard.

Kamila who did not think that the Emir would actually invite him to be was was to see the rigid reaction of his papi who was an officer. She is also a doctor at an army hospital. So is the opinion of the retired.

Both of his parents looked at each other. So are oma and her opa. His opinion was a retired businessman who still looked handsome at the age of almost seventy years it also looks stiff. Setipe with his papa.

"Where do you know?" papimya begins the interrogation. No wind no test, suddenly his daughter will be picked up by the man in the suit with a motorbike he knows after in the security photo worth more than one billion.

When his daughter knew the rich man, because she knew that his daughter was very busy with her doctor's career.

Bahhkan was a man who had once been to his house not so rich. Only bring a car that costs not up to one billion. It was also immediately backwards, his family did not understand why it could be so.

Though he and his wife had intended to introduce their daughter to one of the talented young officers in his union in the near future.

"Good morning," the Emir said as he arrived before the quiet Kamila family.

He could see Kamila's quite tense aura welcoming him.

The Emir threw a smile at the stiff face in front of him. But she gets a warm reply from two different-age women the Emir believes to be Kamila's mother and grandmother.

"Morning," the two women's friendly smiles. Papi and opa Kamila just nodded inwardly at how classy Kamila's male choice was.

Kamila hurriedly approached the Emir nervously.

Not so bad for this guy from the ordinary. Even the middle class like Deco must have been oppressed.

"Too early in the morning, huh? Sorry, I have a meeting," replied the Emir softly, also slowly.

Her ass is perfect.

Was his secretary and the female staff there not smitten with him? batin Kamila praised.

The black suit that wrapped him with a shirt even without a tie, still could not resist the charm that had turned off Kamila's heart.

Kamila himself did not escape the admiring view of the Emir. She wore light gray cloth trousers and a white floral shirt adding to her impression as a resolutely beautiful doctor.

"Ehem...." Coughing Opa resuscitated both and made both of them arch the corners of each lip.

Kamila, who knew the Emir would be interrogated, took the man by the hand and would invite him to sit next to him.

But the Emir held him. He even invited Kamila to approach his opinion.

Kamila became panicked, but he deliberately bullied the Emir to stay away from the culprits of the problem. But the Emir approached him.

But what the Emir did, warmed Kamila's heart.

The Emir crucified one by one and kissed the hand before following Kamila's hand pull to immediately sit near him.

Opa, Oma, papi and her mom were immediately impressed. The stiff aura displayed by the two middle-aged men disappeared, though not entirely. But this was good enough for Kamila.

"Where do you know Kamila?" papi repeated the question that was originally addressed to Kamila, now moved on to the man.

"When your daughter helps the victim of the accident" the Emir replied calmly, then slightly shifted his body when a waiter served him tea.

"Emir lent him his car to help bring the crash victim I handled on the road, Pap," Kamila said quickly.

"Ooo."

Now attention is on the Emir by getting a plus in their hearts.

When it comes to Kamila's social spirit they've known for a long time. But if there are young men who seem to be successful and rich in this way, it will be very respected.

Because it tends to be rich and successful young people have no sympathy. They even tend to be the ones doing the troublemaking.

"Emir....?" tanya Opa Kamila deliberately hung up a bit for the man to introduce himself.

The Emir realized he had not introduced who he was.

"I am the Emir of Airlangga Wisesa."

The parents of different generations look at each other. The two names behind him are well known.

Kamila looked at the Emir. He was also familiar and knew the Emir's surname.

Which is the thought in his mind, what the Emir always meant if he borrowed the facilities of his boss. He was already very rich.

Whose boss is it?

What does that mean, the boss is the papa? Kamila became stunned by his conclusion.

Of course as children, parents are their boss. Kamila smiled faintly. The man did not lie, but he was the one who misinterpreted the word.

"Oooh.. his grandson Airlangga," kekeh Opa followed by omanya Kamila as well. They are quite familiar with opa and oma Emir.

"Right, Opa, Oma."

These two grandparents increasingly laughed at the familiar call of the Emir.

Mom and Dad smiled at each other. It seems they do not need to worry too much because they already know the credibility of the family.

After quite stale, the two also got permission to easily go together.

"Wouldn't you be angry about the cctv?" seduced his wife to her husband. Her plan this morning was for her husband to question Kamila, who was the presumptuous young man who had dared to kiss their precious daughter.

Opa and Kamila who heard it became interested.

"Cctv what?" ask Oma Kamila curious. Opa also stared impatiently so that the two immediately answered his wife's question.

"The man kissed Kamila before leaving. Just in front of the gate of the house, ' the smile of Kamila's mother who saw her husband's face was not comfortable.

"What's? Why not get out of it. This can't be allowed. I have to talk to Airlangga, " cried Opa Kamila did not accept. She was unwilling for her grandson to be touched without a clear connection.

That one grandpa should know his grandson's brazen deeds.

"Calm down. She seemed to be kind," martial Oma Kamila chuckled, as did Mami Kamila.

"Just I forgot to ask her what her parents' names were," Papi lamented somewhat regretfully. Because as soon as possible Om Airlangga pumya three sons.

He was too impressed with the manners of the young man. Even his hands were kissed as a form of his manners. Also the hands of his parents and wife.

"You just calm down. I'll talk about this to Airlangga. He must know the behavior of his grandson," sambar Opa Kamila really did not wait to ask Airlangga's responsibility for the impudent actions of the Emir.

Although the young man looked very polite, but he did not want his favorite grandson to be played.

The two women of different generations were laughing freely, while his papi Kamila smelled his smile to see his papa was already very hot.