Obsessi Mr. Billionaire
Prologue...

...Suppose you are watching a Korean drama, Chinese drama, or telenovela affair....

Prologue...

Jakarta, Indonesia^^^^^

Almost all doctors in the hospital have met the son of the heir to the throne of R-build group this one.

Kaesang Narendra Wardhana, he was the first male descendant of the first boy usually called the crown prince.

At least that is the tradition of descendants of Mas Rafael, a man of Javanese - Italian descent.

In a special room, some doctors are still trying therapy by all means on Kaesang.

The question they asked each time the meeting was, is the young master able to sense something already? and always Kaesang replied with a plain head-drap.

Alula Humaira the mother grunted softly, saddened by the look on her face knowing her handsome son had a deficiency and did not end, even though if seen from the condition of Kaesang's body, the child looked fine.

Almost twenty-one years and a half of Kaesang's age, his senses were still not functioning normally.

Kaesang tongue is only able to feel cold and hot, but for tasting sour, sweet salty and others not yet can.

Moreover, Kaesang dementia disease is still continuing to this day. Despite many shortcomings, Kaesang grew very well.

Kaesang is surprising, sometimes suffering from dementia but there are some things he can never forget.

On his chair Kaesang daydreamed, again he recalled a rare occurrence when he was three and a half years old.

Flashback...

"Hiks hyks."

The sound of crying made little Kaesang turn to the beautiful girl.

Judging from his height, he was about seven years old, straight-haired and long, pure white.

Wearing short all-round clothes the girl sobbed as she pleased.

Kaesang observed the situation, it seemed like the girl was alone without her father and mother.

"Are you crying?" tanyakanya.

The girl with full name Laluna Kasih looked at him. "Do I look like I'm laughing?"

Kaesang sighed, maybe every woman is the same, the same as her mother who always screams and ketus.

"No," Kaesang chirped. He then jumped up to be able to sit by the girl's side.

"According to sister, what's the reason people cry?" after a long silence Kaesang asked again.

"They had their own reasons for tears. Have you never cried?" the frown on Luna's forehead was displayed.

Kaesang. "I remember not! I have no reason to cry, Mami Papi loves me so much, everything I ask of them is always done. I didn't have a chance to cry" she explained.

"You never fall to the point of bleeding and crying?"

Again, Kaesang shook his head. "I've got a lot of bodyguards, a lot of nannies, they've never let me fall for myself."

"Squeen!"

"I'm also tired of my life that my Papi people always follow" Kaesang nodded.

Luna chuckles. "You're too young to be bored with your life! What about me who's been seven years?"

"But Mami said, whatever bored with this life, keep smiling to stay young" said Kaesang.

"So I don't want to smile. I'm tired of having kids!"

"Chi." Kaesang covered his mouth with a funny giggle.

"But you're quite entertaining me," with little difficulty Luna opened her three-stacked transparent lunchbox.

Some types of lunch are neatly arranged in it. There is a gimbap, pieces of mango fruit, and also spicy beef chicken.

"In exchange, I give you my lunch" Luna thrust a gimbap at Kaesang who then accepted.

"Thank you."

"Sama-sama" grinned Luna. "Eat it," he added.

Kaesang nodded, slowly clenching the gimbab the girl gave him. How perfectly round his eyes are when his tongue feels different.

A foreign taste and never once had he known before. "What is this feeling?" tanyanya seriously.

Luna frowned. "Seriously don't know?" ask back.

Kaesang nodded. "Kaes can never tell the taste of the food Kaes eats. That's why Kaes is in this hospital right now."

Luna mangosteen oh. "It's a blend of rice flavour wrapped with seaweed, there is sausage, cucumber, egg, carrot, broccoli in it as stuffing, so it tastes gimbap it is more dominant sweet savory."

"That's for sure you know what it's like," Luna grabbed a gimbap that she cocoled with sauce sambal and then fed it to Kaesang's mouth.

The next second, Kaesang shouted while refusing. "Ah, this Kaes don't like, this is too hot on my tongue!"

Luna laughed amusedly. "It's spicy its name."

"Yes?" Kaesang shook his hand to fan his lips. "Will you poison me?"

Luna chuckles. "Alright, I'm sorry, now you drink this," he opened a bottle of sweet tea.

"Ah," sigh Kaesang relieved. "It's Kaes likes! What's the name of the taste?" ask again.

"Sugary."

"Uaahhh, Kaes likes it. It feels like a big brother's smile." Banyan Kaesang and both chuckled crisply at the same time.

End flashback...

Kaesang grunting. "So where did that beautiful sister go?" muttered.

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Surabaya, Indonesia^^^^^

The beautiful girl who was currently sitting inside the shiny luxury car was named Laluna Kasih.

Today he's officially traded for a lot of dollars in dozens of black suitcases. Very expensive for the price of a woman, at least according to Mike Lorenzo who used to ensnare women's love with deceit.

This time Lorenzo had to buy Laluna because the girl was a virgin, he had officially married Laluna to be made his wife for the last time.

Mike is handsome despite his age is no longer young, the body of a high-statured field of mighty pus, already rich with the predicate of President Casanova.

Hera the name of the poor girl's stepmother who sold. A grin always stuck in horror between the corners of his lips.

Despite wanting an instant fortune, about 19 years ago Hera married Rizman, a wealthy widower with one child.

One year ago Rizman died and inevitably Hera had to take care of Laluna, the daughter of her late husband who was in turmoil has gone bankrupt.

It was not in vain he patiently took care of Laluna from childhood, after adult Laluna managed to sell at a bombastic price.

Hera is suddenly rich because of a stepson whom she had not wanted for a long time.

Laluna was silent with an almost expressionless face. Silence without rejection even without sadness or anger.

Mike is fascinated by Laluna's beauty after an accidental encounter when he visits her father's grave and Laluna is in the same condition.

Mike is sure this is no coincidence. Laluna is God's soul mate to her. "You're my wife Luna."

There was no word of any kind from Laluna's lips, on the passenger seat of the back of the girl kept staring at the window.

Surabaya city building began to blur so fast the pace of the car he was riding.

Mike attached the tip of his index finger to the base of Laluna's nose and then went down and hit her sensual lips.

The girl gave a small glance but it felt gripping for this Casanova man.

"I've just come months, maybe next week's just finished, so, better not touch me first."

My God, all his life, Mike just got a woman who dares to say protest like Laluna. He thought, all women are equal, will be subject to his charm.

"Listen Mike, I'm a virgin, and I just want to give my virginity to the man I love, but how can I give myself to you? I just got to know you tonight."

Mike looked down. "Is there another man you love?" the curve.

"Nothing," laluna's bell.

"Is there?"

"Never," Laluna shook her head.

"That means if I can make you fall in love, am I the first man you ever loved?"

Both of Luna's shoulders were raised. "Maybe."

Mike mute with a thought that delves into the girl's indifferent attitude. This time the woman was very different, not a woman like the wife of the wife he had gathered in his palace.

"How do I make you fall in love? I don't know what you like or don't like" Mike said.

"I don't have a special liking, I'm very simple, I just don't like being forced, I want to give myself up to the man I love, because to me the touch of a husband is very sacred."

After a long silence weighing, Mike again opened his voice with the challenge of confidence.

"Just like Massimo made Laura fall in love before 365 days, it took me a month to make you fall in love with me" Mike added.

Laluna nodded. "I hope you don't break your promise like Massimo."