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"It seems that I have got the blessing" said the Emir while wearing a helmet on the head of Kamila who was engraving her sweet smile. Not to dispute or deny.

Both are now the center of attention of different generations of parents.

The Emir tilted his motorbike to make it easier for Kamila to ride it.

When Kamila still did not embrace her waist, the Emir pulled the two hands around her waist.

"I told you, didn't I, yesterday, I like speeding" he said, looking at Kamila as he lifted the glass of his racing helmet.

Kamila. His heart is pounding.

Emir is cool.

The Emir smiled even though Kamila could not see the man's smile. He knew the beautiful girl was nervous because the Emir could feel the beating of the heart of the girl who was hitting hard with a fast rhythm on her back.

"We leave," said Emir while menstater his motorbike. Kamila also waved her hand at her family who also waved back at her and the Emir.

After getting out of Kamila's luxury house, the Emir was racing his motorbike with Kamila who was getting closer and closer to him.

There was no fear in Kamila's heart, just the comfort she felt.

Not eating for long, the ducaty motorbike arrived in front of the hospital yard.

The Emir helped tidy up the girl's hair after Kamila gave her the helmet.

"So good doctor, yes, do not choose," Emir joked before leaving.

Kamila smiled as again the Emir sassyly kissed her forehead at a glance.

"Door! Ciee .. who is again kasmaran," said Selina quite surprised Kamila. The dream was broken.

Kamila only smiled at her friend who was looking at her with her cheerful face.

"Is that the boss's bike?" ask Selina to know. He saw Kamila coming down from the ducaty bike.

There was envy tucked.in his heart saw Kamila who could enjoy the facilities of Emir's friends who could not be.

"Maybe," Kamila replied rather lazily. She took her footsteps away from Selina.

I don't know why her heart would not like it if Selina knew the truth about Emir.

In addition, Kamila also does not like to reply to things that smell of material.

Just this time Kamila felt this much like a man she had just met.

In the past with Deco his joy quickly disappeared. When the man turned to Selina, Kamila was not at all hurt. Selina refused the man.

But if Emir, his selfish feelings are more dominant. At first he did not know that Emir was very rich. The thing that became the benchmark Selina looking for a lover and husband.

"Mil, we're couple, dong with his boss Emir," Selina's pinta was like a whimper in Kamila's ear.

Kamila sighed. How did he take a couple with the Emir boss who is real is his parents?

But Kamila was at a loss to explain it to Selina. If he's too honest, he's unlocking the secrets of the very rich Emir. Kamila wasn't ready if Selina might stab him in the back. Kamila didn't want to budge for the Emir.

"He said his boss was married" Kamila said, not lying. If both Emir's parents are not married, the Emir must not exist in this world. In fact Emir's parents married and Emir was born.

"Seriously?" selina asked disappointed. The hope of enjoying a luxurious life up to seven derivatives, failed already.

Kamila was looking at it. But this time he didn't have a stock of words to calm Selina down.

"Or maybe another friend of his. The rich are like his bosses" urged Selina.

"Eitherway. We belun seakrab it," rejected Kamila smooth.

"Yes, okay," said Selina understood. She would not force it even though Selina felt Kamila was covering something up from her.

Remembering Kamila's photo on top of the heli, making Selina will be patient.

That heli would be his one day.

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Cakra was astonished to see the debate of an old man his papa age with Ines, his secretary. He just got back from the meeting room

"What's up, Nes?" cakra asked while nodding respectfully at the old man who was now observing him.

"This father wants to see the great master, young master. But big master nitip messages do not want to be disturbed," reported Ines politely. This has always been the problem. When the guests insist to meet while the employer again do not want to be disturbed.

"Ooh," smile Cakra mangerti.

"Do you know who Om is, yes, and what interests?" ask Cakra politely.

This old man still looks handsome. Stronger than his father.

"My name is Dipanegara. Just tell that to Airlangga. He would have met me if I had come here" he said rather haughtily.

"okay, Om. I'll meet my papa first, so that he's ready yes, make a date, Om," Cakra joked politely.

Ines also smiled with relief at the old man who had just curled his lips slightly upwards. His scary face was slightly reduced.

"Well, I see, dong. What's your son's number?" The state according to when invited Cakra sat on the sofa.

"First, Om. My name is Cakra. Um, wait a minute, yeah. I found my father first," said Cakra politely.

"okay."

The chakras passed into his papa's room. Usually this time his father again relaxed with his mother who accompanied him. But her mother had gone with Rihana, taking her granddaughter to control her womb.

Maybe his father is sleeping now and does not want to be disturbed.

And sure enough, his father was sleeping in his private room.

"Pa, there is opa opa to meet papa," Cakra told me after seeing his papa open his eyes because he heard the sound of the door opening.

"Who's opa?" His father immediately rose from his sleep.

"Who?" He will always be enthusiastic if he knows who visits him the same age as him.

Like Opa Iskan who had always been his sharing companion. It's just that since the birth of his grandson, he has rarely seen his father. Maybe later when Rihana has given birth, his father will have new activities and entertainment like the current Opa Iskan.

"Huhuh?!" Opa Airlangga slightly widened his eyes.

Why did the stormman come? He never felt like he was looking for trouble with her.

Opa Airlangga was kind of avoiding his old friend that one. Temperament's high.

"It seems like he really wants to see papa. Kasian was the Ines who faced him," Cakra laughed softly.

"Yes already. Just tell him to come in" replied Airlangga.

Rather than the old man rampaging in front of his secretary.

Iskan should be here to be his shield if later he had anything.

"You are memenin papa," said Airlangga when his son had come out first.

"Ready, boss." Although feeling strange with the request of his father who tumben asked for company, Cakra still passed quickly out of his papa room.

He had to go to Om before he went berserk again. Kasian.

"Now?" asked Dipanegara while standing when he saw Cakra coming out.

"Come, Om," Cakra's smile saw the old man's impatient face.

"You're coming too. So witness," he said as he passed Cakra who was also intending to join.

"Witnesses?" Benak Cakra began to think strange and ugly.

Papa seems to not like to hear this coming. What's actually going on? She who?

Cakra locked the door to his room. He saw that his father was also ready to wait for what his guests would do this time.

"How are you" said Airlangga.

"Hem... I'm kind. I'm just straight away. Your granddaughter, whose name is Emir, must take responsibility for my granddaughter" he said firmly.

Cakra and his papa turned their heads, they looked at each other with shocked twists.

The Emir....! Not likely. If Emra could do that.

"You mean Emra?" asked Opa Airlangga after being silent for a while. His voice is somewhat choked.

Later after this old man came home, he would nag his grandson. It was not that he had promised to be serious with Kiara, inner Airlangga was upset

"Emra?" one eyebrow raised

"He introduced his name Emir, not Emra."

Airlangga and Cakra looked at each other.

His sister Wingky must know the behavior of her good son, the anxious Cakra. I didn't think the Emir would cause any trouble.

"My grandchildren have a twin. Name's Emra. Okay, you sit down first" said Opa Airlangga remembered that he forgot to tell his old friend to sit down.

"Twin?" the snort of Opa Dipanegara was quite shocked as well. They have not met for a long time. And he did not pay much attention to his friend's grandchildren.

He also began to sit in a leaning position.

Seeing that the situation was starting to heat up a bit, Cakra moved away to send a message to Wingky, her youngest sister, to come immediately. Let her child know her hidden behavior.

"Kalo Emir has impregnated your grandson, I will take responsibility," Airlangga said, drawing immediate conclusions on the arrival of his old friend.

"Pregnant?" this time the voice of Opa Dipanegara somewhat jarring.

Cakra was surprised to hear it.

"You hold my grandson accountable" said Opa Airlangga, still trying to be patient. I still believe the culprit is Emra.

"I will show you the video" said Opa Dipanegara after a moment of silence.

His friend was too far prejudiced. His favorite grandson would not have gone that far, he said in his heart.

"What video?" Airlangga has imagined the things that are on tv and social media.

"It has. I don't want to see. That's our granddaughter's disgrace, it's best covered," she said quickly.

"In disgrace. But it's still natural to see," replied Dipanegara confused canpur annoyed.

"Without the video I would have forced my granddaughter to take responsibility" said Opa Airlangga.

"Forced? Whatchu mean? Your grandson was even very happy to do it," angry Opa Dipanegara did not accept because he felt his grandson was underestimated.

Airlangga wanted to pinch the forehead of the old man who was the same age as himself, had neared death. But still like to see things that contain sin.

Cakra deg degan. He was also afraid, what it was like a video video that went viral later....

He's getting more convinced that the culprit is Emra.

"Whatever it is, I will hold him accountable" Opa Airlangga refused.

"Attent, Pa. We have to prove it's Emir or Emra." Cakra has another opinion. He still does not believe that Emir is the culprit. His heart was still convinced that the real culprit was Emra.

"Cakra" infuriated Opa Airlangga. The plan later he will interrogate the twin grandchildren, without the need to see the video is not polite to be shown his friend.

"May I see the video, Om?" tanya Cakra did not care about the warning gaze of her father.

He needs clarity right now. The Emir is too good to be expected to be this bad.

"Sure," replied Dipanegara while playing the video on his phone. In front of Cakra and Airlangga who would not want to be forced to see it.

Two pairs of eyes of the man were wide.

It is actually the Emir! Not Emra.....

Did he accidentally kiss the girl under the cctv camera? Inner Cakra while shaking his head.

He admitted that the girl was very pretty.

"Is this your granddaughter?" asked Opa Airlangga with a happy face. He thinks what video. It turns out the guess is too far away.

He would agree immediately.