Pursuing Love Om Duda
Proposal what Coercion

Tasya is now facing the media. He gave them space and let them into the house. And now they're all in the living room. Tasya also asked her husband not to come out now. Just say it's a surprise for the reporters.

"Ask what you want to ask." Tasya smiled so charmingly. There was also not the slightest trace of fear in his eyes. His self-confidence was clearly there.

"Since when have you known young Master Effendi? And how can you have an affair?"

Still with a fluffy smile. Tasya answered the question casually. "About a year ago. And I'm not her lover, we were attracted to each other for a long time. I have proof. Here's a photo of us together a year ago at the top." Tasya gave some photos of herself and Alex while eating pizza at the villa at the time. Luckily, he stole a picture of Alex. What else there is one of the photos that looks so friendly, as if they are indeed dating.

The reporters whispered to each other as they looked at the photos. "If you are his girlfriend. Why don't you ever get on television, Miss? Even the young master himself never introduced you to the world."

"I don't like to be exposed, like this moment. But what can you do, you disturb the tranquility of this house. There is nothing to hide about our relationship anymore. From the beginning he was mine, so I wasn't his dark lover nor tried to tempt young Master Effendi." It's Tasya again.

"Then how can you be rumored to have damaged the relationship of the child and father, Miss? Is the news true?"

Tasya let out a heavy sigh, then put on a sad face. "I know in every relationship there will definitely be pros and cons. My father disagreed with our relationship. Maybe that's why their relationship is so strained. I felt guilty about it, but there was not the slightest intention to ruin their relationship. But we love each other, do you think I'm wrong to maintain this relationship?" Tasya pretended to cry bitterly.

The reporters were silent for a while.

"Miss, if indeed you and young Master Effendi love each other. He should be here, right? To explain everything."

"I'm here." Alex's voice that had been out since when had appeared among the reporters. All the cameras were pointing at him. The man looks so charming with a black shirt wrapped in cloth pants with matching colors. Alex must have walked over to his wife, and sat down next to her.

"You made her cry. Are you satisfied?"

"Sorry, Sir. We're just asking you some important questions about...."

"What is the importance of interfering in one's personal life, huh? What luck? Got a lot of sponsorships and money huh? What about the people you are exposing? Have you ever thought they objected or were disturbed?" Sela Alex with a flash of anger in her eyes. Tasya was surprised to hear that. This isn't exactly what the plan is.

Everyone was silent hearing that.

"Behave all of you. Looking to profit from someone, are you a news exchanger? There are a lot of kids out there who drop out of school, kids are starving because of the government's lack of attention. Why don't you dig up their lives to make them more useful. You can help them. Not to disturb the lives of others. What do you think I am? A celebrity? I just continued my parents' company. I am also an ordinary person who has the right to choose the path of life. And you should know." Alex pointed at everyone. Then looked at the wife.

"She is mw wife." Alex is full of emphasis. Then throw the marriage book on the table. Everyone was surprised to see that. "What more news will you guys bring out after this huh? I'll make sure you regret spreading the hoax. I will sue the media that governs you. Do you think I'm scared?"

"Sorry, Sir. We're...."

"If you don't have any other topic. Come to me, I'll give you thousands of useful topics." It's against Alex not letting those reporters talk. Not even Tasya dared to say.

"Do you guys know? Because of the cheap gossip you guys made. My wife was scared just to get out of the house. Is that what you guys want? And all of you at home, unscrupulous netizens who make bad comments to my wife. I hope you're listening to this. She's the nice girl I chose on purpose. You guys adore beautiful Wilona like a goddess of heaven what is that, right?He is my cousin. We never had any relationship. Four months ago he came to Indonesia, so I always accompanied him because he was not used to it. So please don't spread any slander that would hurt my wife. For my relationship with Papa. You better ask him." Obviously Alex is at length. He is the most anti-camera person. And today he sat long enough in front of a lot of cameras. And it's all for the wife.

"You have my explanation, go." Dispel Alex while getting up from his seat while pulling the wife away from there. Then not long ago some well-built men came to disperse the media.

Elsewhere, Effendi growled in annoyance that he was again defeated by the two human children.

So you guys are married huh? See how long can the relationship last?

"Uncle."

The man was shocked as someone opened the door of his room impromptuly. The man's eyes were sharpened on the perpetrator.

"Wilona! Keep your manners. Tap the door before you get in here."

"I don't care, Uncle. What the fuck? Why is all the media attacking me now? Even my followers have dropped dramatically. And they're married, Uncle. Then what about me?" Wilona sat on the sofa with her legs crossed. He also folded his hands on his chest.

"Stop babbling, I'm also looking for a way. You only know to comment."

Wilona is grieving. "I don't want to know, my marriage to Alex's sister has to happen. All invitations are open. I don't care about being the second or third wife."

Effendi looked at the woman sharply. Pay attention to the appearance of the woman from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. "If it wasn't for your Daddy, I wouldn't have done any of this. You're so disrespectful, Wilona. How could Alex like you? Change your appearance, don't wear short clothes like that."

Wilona squinted her eyes at Effendi. "You must remember your promise, Uncle. You promised Daddy you'd marry me to Alex's sister. You've even signed the cooperation letter."

"Go, let me take care of everything. Wait for the good news from me."

Wilona squealed angrily before waking up from her position. Then the woman passed away without a word. Effendi massaged his forehead, his head began to throb pain. He never expected his son to be this determined. Alex is usually very obedient and always fulfills his wishes.

What is the advantage of this woman actually? Other than her beautiful face, I saw nothing in her. He relied on his father's wealth. Thought in the heart.

Tasya continued to laugh triumphantly. The woman sat down on the bed. While her husband leaned on the head of the bed while checking some emails.

"Look, Honey. The netizens started attacking Wilona. Are we missing?" Tasya shows Alex her phone.

Alex took a quick glance at it. "Let it go, we'll see how far they're going to play around."

"So you were great, until I couldn't say anything. The dialogue I'm prepared for isn't that."

"I'm used to the same dialogue, so once in a while without dialogue" Alex replied with a deep smile.

"Yang, take a walk. While I was on college leave. King must have missed the outside world, too. How do we play in the park?" Tasya's advice is getting tired of being at home all the time.

"May, but a little late. It's still hot, Kasian King."

Tasya even mangosteen signs agree. "Oh yeah, we haven't taken care of the family card, have we? Let's make a new deed for King."

"Can."

Tasya smiled happily. "Why are you so cool like that?" Tasya approached her husband and sat down next to Alex.

"Second by email." Answer Alex honestly. Tasya could only watch while leaning her head on Alex's shoulder.

Ting!

Tasya was shocked as her phone kept issuing notifications. The woman's eyes were rounded as she looked at the screen of her phone. Instagram has been hit by tens of thousands of followers.

"Darling, I think I'm going to be flooded with followers. I see a lot." Pekik Tasya opened his Instagram account. Sure enough, now his followers have reached tens of thousands. Though all this time his followers have been stuck at five thousand because he rarely posts anything.

"Don't care if people don't know, ignore it." Said Alex.

"Okay." Tasya put his phone on the bed. And back to watching her husband work. "It looks good to be able to work at home? Can I work?"

"No, you're at home. Let me work for you and the kids."

"But I want a race whose name is work." Tasya whine with pursed lips.

"Let's make you a boutique."

"Really?" Tasya was so enthusiastic.

"Yes, let there be your bored medicine. Next week we move into our own home. I have a house in the compound next door. I bought it a long time ago, but it hasn't been placed." Said Alex.

"Buy who's money?" Ask Tasya innocently.

"The money I work for, honey. Where possible use Papa's money. All my stuff is work money. Motor, car, apartment too."

"Great yes you, I've been this big still asking for money with Daddy. And she asked for it with you." Tasya said as she looked at her husband's handsome face.

"It's not a problem, I also work to collect money for our future." Alex smiled as he rubbed his wife's head.

"Thank you Daddy King."

"Together Mommy King."

"Eh, you don't think you've had breakfast since this morning? Let's eat first." Take Tasya who just remembered that her husband had not had any breakfast.

"Later on, I'm not hungry. I'm full of eating you for that." Alex smiled mischievously.

"Ih, that's so perverted. Let's eat first, don't be skinny because of my same marriage. People think I don't take care of you anymore." Tasya protested while pulling her husband's arm.

"Yes bringel." Alex finally gave up. The man put the phone on the nightstand. Then get off the bed followed by Tasya.

"By the way, where did King go from there to not be surprised by his voice?" Alex asked confusedly.

"Just like Grandma, it's okay." Tasya pulled her husband out of the room. Next the newlyweds casually stepped towards the dining room while occasionally joking around.