SUDDEN MARRIAGE CONTRACT (Sudden Marriage Contract)
Demian's Meeting With The Man He's Always Wanted

It turns out that the meeting of Gege and Devana was deliberately arranged by Surya and Akila.

"Are you sure, brother, our plan will work?" akila asked her lover.

"Do you doubt my skills?" surya asked, staring fixedly at Akila's bead that shimmered with his shy smile.

"Not that, know for yourself how Kak Dev is the same as Kak Satria!?"

"They fit. Clop. According to my vision, Gege and Deva can complement each other. Only unfortunately, the prestige of both is very high."

"Yes, right! Akila thought so too! Hehe..."

Cup.

Akila froze instantly. The lover suddenly kissed his lips.

"Sister...,"

"Gemes me! Hm... If you ask permission first, you are given permission?!" murmured Surya made the young girl immediately launch her deadly pinch attack.

The two were laughing with bodies wriggling each other until their cars occasionally swayed to the right and to the left. Till..,., though...,

Tok tok tok tok

Tok tok tok tok

"Excuse me! Excuse me!"

A security guard knocked on the window of his car thinking they were in a luxury car in the basement of the restaurant where Surya and Akila were dating.

"Sorry, Mom!... We'd better just check in on the fourth floor, Mas Mbak! Rooms VVIP complete facilities. If it's not comfortable here, there's CCTV everywhere! I'm just for advice!"

Buset!!! Thought to be doing a scene ranj*ng time yes us! little heart of Akila. So embarrassed.

Finally Surya turned on his car engine, then drove away from the scene with a red face.

Akila was just silent with her hands moving steadily due to groggy, nervous and trembling.

His mind had thought far. His heart was very afraid that until he and Surya were brought by security and questioned.

Surya finally couldn't stand it either. His laughter exploded looking at Akila who looked extremely pale from anxiety.

"Quiet down! If anything happens, I'll marry you right away, baby! If I have to, I want to!"

"Ish, Brother Surya! Uhh!"

"Hehehe...!"

............

Meanwhile Demian, he felt his heart hurt at Devana's cold response after returning home from the hundred days of her husband's departure.

Actually Demian did not think too much about Deva's attitude towards him.

But for some reason, these few days his strength had weakened. His heart was falling drastically felt his state of increasingly sad.

Day by day, Demian is not happier as CEO. The highest office even made him bear a lot of burden.

Work and responsibility seemed to accumulate on his shoulders. At any time he sees and controls financial statements and also stock price fluctuations that begin to decline. It made her anxious and depressed early.

Moreover, now it is precisely both parents and om and tantenya, not helping, but rather undermining gnawing little by little the legacy of the late Gunawan Wicaksono.

Demian began to feel the stress that Gege had felt.

Worth it! In the past, the False Gege was often angry at mistakes that I considered small. I underestimated it too much. Now this karma I finally feel too! Hhh...

Demian exited his pavilion. As always, breathing fresh air around the quiet elite housing complex at night is an effort of impingement that is often done during working hours.

In the past, when he had not carried this great responsibility, he preferred to dugem and go to the night club. Almost every night. Even his ideals have their own discotheques until now still stored neatly in the heart.

Now with his age and the routine tasks of his office are increasingly booming, Demian prefers to the garden housing that he and Nabila architectural decor.

The motorbike parked just about anywhere in front of the park gate.

He has his own access to be able to enter and enjoy rides after rides even though the park gate is locked.

Demian does have a duplicate key.

With a short sigh, the man who was a few months away was 27 years old and observed the key he held.

Marginalize! Are the keys of your partner still kept neatly? Or have you thrown away to forget that I'm still alone here waiting for you?

Only the voice of the heart is stirring, agitated because of languishing.

Just now he was sitting on the wall of an ordinary place, suddenly the kitchen door of Nabila's house opened. And...

Demian's eyes were full.

His breath was like stopping breathing fresh oxygen from the scent of grasses and shady trees and colorful flowers.

Someone came out of the kitchen door.

A woman was pushing a wheelchair that also contained a thin woman's body. To his right, there was a handsome-looking boy about eight years old.

Demian. His two eyes became more and more rounded. He further clarified his vision by squinting his gaze.

"When!!!" he shouted after being convinced and immediately ran towards the wheelchair.

His body immediately fell down.

"Prophet! Marginalize!!! When it's me, Demian Stepdaughter! You remember me, Nabila?"

Demian looked at the thin woman's tyrannical face that looked pale.

The two looked at each other for a long time, then the tears without feeling fell slowly on each other's cheeks.

"Demians!"

"Yes, yes I'm Demian!"

"Demians! And demian!!! Hik hik hicks...! Demians!"

The two embrace with tear-soaked faces.

They haven't met for a long time. About nine years, Nabila left and is only now back.

"When,... are you sick? Why is your condition like this, Nabila? Why didn't you tell me? Say hello just sent me an email. How much do you hate me, Nabila?"

"Sorry, Dem! I-i'm sorry! Forgive me for all my mistakes with you in the past! I, intentionally escaped. I.., I'm sick. That's why I can't be around you. I don't want to give you any grief, Demian!"

"Sister, come in yuk...! The wind is so strong!"

Demian turned to the woman who had been pushing Nabila's wheelchair.

Eh? This chick???

Demian's eyes glared in surprise.

His body that had been crouching just now immediately crashed and fell down.

His body shook and his heart pounded.

This woman!!! This woman took my virginity!!!

Demian's tears are growing.

Her net took turns looking at the two women before her in disbelief.

"Who is this woman, Prophet?" demian asked in a stammering voice.

"He's my cousin, Dem!" replied Nabila with a trembling voice.

While Zahira's head was bowed in one go.

"Mr...! Ma, come on in! The wind was getting stronger and Mami could shiver in the cold!"

The boy reminded Zahira to push into Nabila's wheelchair.

Demian looked at the face of the brat with a sharp look in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Do you want to ban? What if my mom's health deteriorates because of your carelessness?"

Demian swallowed his saliva. I could hardly believe that he was being yelled at and scolded by a young man.

Demian finally gave up. He followed Zahira and Nabila without a sound.

"Om what do you want?" asked the boy in a loud voice as Demian stepped into the kitchen of Nabila's house.

"Om will come in! Your mom and mom are Om's friends!"

"Can't! No one is allowed to enter, let alone a stranger!"

"Jonathan! Demian is no stranger, Jo!"

"I won't allow it, Mommy! Mommy needs to rest! Good night!"

Bruk!

Demian surprised. Jonathan's cynical attitude reminded him of himself in his youth.

Who is that boy? Nabila's son? Or Zahira's son?

Dock dock

"When! Marginalize! Open the door, I still want to talk to you!"

Croeek

"Come back in the morning! It's half-nine in the night, Om! Mommy can get sick even worse! Tomorrow Om can be here at eight in the morning! Now go!"

Amboys! Look at this little boy! Ck ck ck...! If only I wanted to use emotion, I wouldn't want to leave this place. And this kid could be in my hands! All righty! I obey your orders, Mr Jonathan!

...💌TO BE CONTINUE'S...