SUPER RICH MAN'S
The shock!

Ariana who was still waiting anxiously because the article had almost twenty minutes she sat alone, but the husband still did not come.

Ariana sighed a little strongly, "Why is she so long anyway?" his forehead began to twitch in annoyance, even the juice in his glass was about to run out, "What the hell, why did he take so long!" Even impatient Ariana, she immediately got out of her seat and stepped into the men's toilet.

Incidentally, the toilet was quiet, Ariana who no longer cared if she was labeled as a perverted woman because she entered the toilet one by one she opened the toilet door.

And, who was in the corner of the room was the last door that had not been opened, Ariana stepped into the place, almost pushing the door leaf, but her hand movements came to a halt.

"Are you sure Jessy can calm my wife down? I can't imagine how heartbroken Ariana was when she found out that her Papa was dead."

The deg!

Instantly, Ariana's body weakened, feeling helpless when she learned the truth about her Papa's death that she felt very sudden. Why are they so willing to lie to him?

Shaking Ariana moved her hand to open the door, sure enough, Reykhel was calling someone.

Reykhel was surprised, "Ariana!" Jackson who heard his young master mention the name immediately turned off the phone.

A pair of Ariana chocolate beads filled with clear liquid even her lips quivered, "What are you hiding from me? Why did you cover Papa's death from me... Why!!" ariana asked with a snapping tone, disbelief in everything she heard, everything felt so chaotic. Ariana was crying.

Reykhel panicked when he saw Ariana crying until like that, he moved from his seat and approached the wife.

Trying to calm her down, she hugged Ariana gently, "Ariana, listen to my explanation first. I have absolutely no intention of hiding this truth from you -"

Plaque!

His stomach hurt, he was really shocked so that caused the condition of his body to be difficult to accept it all.

"Ariana?" as soon as Reykhel shored up his wife's body, "Ariana hold on, baby, please."

Reykhel was holding Ariana in bridal style, so panicked he took Ariana out of this restaurant. Making all eyes look surprised at him.

Reykhel, who had just sat Ariana's body in the front seat next to the steering wheel, fitted her seatbelt.

"Ummmh.. hurts!" he clasped Reykhel's shirt collar firmly, "Sick!" his face even turned red withstanding the excruciating pain.

His pelvis and lower abdomen were completely sore and bruised, Ariana squeezing Reykhel's hands incessantly.

Reykhel was grimacing in pain as his hand was clutched so hard, in a grip that it was flushed and scuffed.

Jesus, sick! Dear God, I can still endure the pain in my body, but please take care and protect my child and wife.

Panic is self-controlled, even when Reykhel is already sitting behind the wheel was almost unable to drive with focus.

Many times he rubbed Ariana's hair, rubbed the sweat that grew like corn kernels on her temples, "Hold on, baby, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Ummmh.. It hurts so much, I can't take it anymore, aaaaa.... Mama, Papa, Sena's sister, Auntie!" he called all his family members.