Stuck With An Old Man (Revision Stage)
CHAPTER 33: The Turmoil of Asmara!

"Anya .. Wake up," poked softly on Anya's arm.

"Hmm .." Anya racau.

"His .. wake up. Mas already want to go to the office," said Andro who looks neat and fragrant.

Anya brushed off Andro's hand. "Ahh Mas, just interrupt! I'm still sleepy" he whined by forcibly pulling his body from the bed.

"Mas made you breakfast. Let's get up and eat. After that you go back to your house. Your mom and dad must be very worried."

Hearing Andro's words, made Anya release her manic. The life that had been traveling was now directly barged into his body. "Where am I?!" ketus.

"You're in my apartment. You were drunk last night, Anya. Don't you remember?"

The shadow yesterday struck Anya's mind faintly. "Last night I .. "he remembers being at the hotel where Zian was. The two were having a great debate so Anya visited the bar for a drink.

"Anya .. " call Andro soft.

Suddenly Anya was wide open with her mouth wide open.

Andro scrunched his forehead. "What's wrong?"

"Mas, did I say something to you? Or acting strange?" His heart started beating unbecoming. Panic mixed with fear had enveloped him.

"You came up with an annoyed expression of not getting the lead role in a new project. Then ..."

Anya heard Andro's words carefully. "Then? Specially? Did I say something?" ask carefully.

"You also said that you were angry with the Great Lord ..."

Deg!

Anya glared with hardened fingers.

"Great Master Z. but you didn't go on and fall asleep."

Anya wastes her breath rough. "Yephhh!" rubbing chest.

"Who is that old man you call the Great Lord?"

"Ehm .. Anu Mas. That's the new director. He is often called the Great Lord. His name I forgot. But it's like the letter Z, "he's lying.

"Ohya? Is that the new director that's making things difficult for you?"

"Eh, i-yes, Mas."

The sweat started flooding Anya's back. "Mas, I go home first huh," hurried out of the apartment.

"wait. You haven't had breakfast," hold Anya's arm.

"No need to Mas. I'm still full. I will have breakfast at home. My parents must be worried because I didn't come home last night. Later, Mas" ran out of the room and immediately put on his heels.

"Are you leaving?" asked a woman who suddenly appeared from behind his back.

Anya. How surprised he was when he saw the figure of the woman who had been his rival in silence. "You?!" by pressing the tone.

"Don't misunderstand me. I'm here to pick up my daughter" Abigail reasoned so the trouble wouldn't be long and complicated.

"Oh so. Alright. I'm gonna go. You should also get out of Mas Andro's apartment" Anya said coldly.

"You just calm down. I don't want to linger here either. Just pick up my daughter."

"Good," looked at Abigail and left the woman.

Anya is actually not too concerned about the matter of Abigail who suddenly was in her lover's apartment. What is in Anya's mind at this time, how to make Andro not suspicious of her, and how to make Zian back to her, so that Zian will help her to get the role.

Anya immediately drove her vehicle and hurried to leave the multi-storey elite building. On the way, he unceasingly muttered and cursed himself.

"Ahhhh! Really fucking me! I almost fell for Mas Andro about the old Bangka. And why are those big gombel grandfathers acting up?! Am I no longer attractive? Less what try me this?! Beautiful, yes! Sexy, yes! Always satisfy his lust, too! Without even a single absence!"

Anya was very upset and hit the steering wheel with a bang. He accidentally glanced at an orange-colored car that had just passed him. The car seemed familiar to him. He immediately turned the wheel and turned around, chasing the orange car.

With above-average speed, Anya drives. He crucified several vehicles that blocked him and soared that the car he was driving was right behind the orange car. With a sour look he again stepped on the gas pedal and crossed the orange car in front of him.

"Cihhah! Old fucking Bangka! I'm pretty sure it's your car! I'm not gonna let you get away! If you no longer want to be in touch with me, then I will be forced to divulge all your rottenness and your family secrets! You and Rodderick's honorable and respected family will be devastated!"

With a stirring emotion, an irregular roar of breath, Anya got out of the car and approached the car that had been blocked. He thought Zian was in the car. Anya was so sure because she had memorized the car plate of the old man. No doubt, Anya knocked on the door of the car violently.

Tok tok ...

Not waiting for a long time, the car glass is now open slowly. Anya was a little surprised when she found a woman with sunglasses was in the steering chair.

"Hey who are you?! What's the new deposit again?!" ketus Anya.

The woman who turned out to be Yara was surprised. He opened the sunglasses he was wearing. "What do you mean?!"

Deg!!

Anya was surprised not overshadowed. "W-you?" wavement.

Yara frowned. "I seem to have met you before ... "

Anya was speechless with a gaping mouth and a bead that was still enlarged. In-he's 'kan ... His wife is Mr Gala!

"I remember! You're the woman who grabbed me in the office, right?" tukas Yara pointed at Anya with her glasses handle.

"True," he said. "I'm sorry, because I was wrong" walked about to leave Yara.

"Wait."

Anya stopped her steps and turned back to look at Yara's face.

"So you said if I was the new mistress?! You mean what? Who has the new stash?"

The deg!

Anya's heart felt like it wanted to be dislodged from its place. Her hands trembled when she heard the question Yara asked. Yara narrowed her eyes while looking at Anya with an intimidating aura.

"I told you I was wrong. Sorry," went straight to his car.

Yara looked at Anya from behind with her head full of question marks. "Hmm, there seems to be something awkward," he murmured.

Anya's car has been turned back in the opposite direction to her. He could only glance with a mind that had not stopped thinking about something. "Ahh. Maybe he's the wrong guy!" step on the gas pedal and continue on.

Drrtt drtt drrt ...

Glance at the device located on the side seat. "Om Gala," smiled.

"Hello, Om... uh, Gala ..."

Gala has no voice.

"Well, how come there's no sound? What is network disruption? Hello, Gala?"

Gala still heard Yara's voice but she was reluctant to make a sound.

"The feeling I hear is a faint sound. Why is Om Gala's voice not heard?" he muttered while staring at his phone.

"Where are you, my wife?" gala's voice suddenly emerged from behind the phone.

Yara slightly jumped up. Thin curves were engraved on his cheeks. "Ehm .. I'm on the street, Om, uh my husband," keep the phone out of the ear and prance. Sometimes he bites his fingers in shame at what he just said.

"good. Go home, be careful on the road, wife!"

Tut tut tut ....

Gala disconnected the phone.

"Ahhhh! My husband! She called me my wife! I'm not a hypocrite, but I'm really happy!"

While Yara with a million flowers scattering on her face, now a thirty-eight-year-old man is holding back the turmoil of romance that has flared up and is about to break out of her body.

Gala's face flushed red, her heart beating abnormally. He looked at Shanks who was still standing next to him playing a tablet, like reviewing something there. Gala got up from her seat and arranged a suit that wrapped her body neatly. He still endured the flames of love that had danced in his heart.

Gala walked towards the toilet located in her room. His steps were so fast and long that it did not take long for the man to arrive at the toilet. Gala looked at his face. Suddenly ...

"Yesse!" ketus Gala while clenching his fingers. "What did he call me?" his ears close as if he were about to hear his shadow speak to him. "Yeah! She called me my husband!! smiling perfunctory.

Gala looks expressive in front of the mirror. A Gala Zayn Rodderick has been acting silly and strange. It will be printed in history! Obviously, because for the first time Gala issued an expression of love romance that she never felt. Even when he loved Elyora, he had never felt this happy.

"My wife my wife my wife!! My dear my dear my darling! Ahhh, I'm going crazy! Yelp ... I think I .. have loved you! Am I weird for liking underage girls?! Oh of course not! That boy is now my wife! I deserve to love her!"

To be continued ...

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