Tengil Mas Baron's
Divorce Daughter!

Delila stared straight at the balcony of her room, just a few minutes ago she arrived at her parents' residence.

He didn't seem to talk much when he got here, just hugged his parents to let go of the longing and rushed to his room. The little suitcase that Delila had not even brought, maybe the driver who picked her up earlier brought her into the house.

His rough breathing was heard, long enough Delila was busy with her own thoughts. He felt his current actions were right, Delila gave up, he was tired and not a person who had a lot of patience.

Two months and eight days, six hours and fifteen minutes, was enough for him. And it turns out that her desire to get the heart of the man she likes and forced to marry her, was ultimately not achieved.

Delila was tired of fighting on her own, and unfortunately she was not a girl who had a doubled sense of patience. Maybe if he does have extra patience, he will not ask Davyn the Papa to marry himself to a stiff man, heartless, insensitive and also can not move on from his past.

Regretted?

No, Delila has no regrets at all. Perhaps even if the Baron divorced her later she would be ready, the status of the hidden young virgin widow would soon be held.

If now Delila has been sitting comfortably in the residence of her parents. Precisely elsewhere Baron looks confused looking for Delila who is no longer in his rented house.

The man stared in disbelief as he saw one of the closet doors open and its contents had already reduced a lot.

No more women's clothes there!

"So you're hot?" muttered.

The man sat himself on the bed, his hands rubbing his face to his head. Both Baron's eyes scoured every corner of the room, the eyeballs were fixed on the pair of white sneakers that were behind the bedroom door.

The man got up, the two legs of the Baron stepped out of his room as well as his boarding house. The man's face looked increasingly unpleasant to the eyes, flat, cold, sour all the unpleasant things on Baron's face.

"So Bang Baron was picked up by a luxury car, where did he go? Bring another suitcase, I think you want to go far?"

Just as Baron was about to get into the tow truck, a neighbor asked him what he saw. The baron did not reply, the man just nodded slowly and then immediately started his car engine.

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It had only been a few dozen minutes that he had fallen asleep, until at last the faint sound of the person behind the door of his room was heard.

Wasn't it! It was not a sound coming from behind the door of his room, but rather from the direction of the balcony.

"My daughter's done playing at home, then what can I do with youth?"

The voice was increasingly clear, slowly both eyelids were twitching - both ears could hear but his eyes felt heavy to open.

"You can't play a wedding, Mr. Davyn. Your daughter and I were forcibly married, but it was of your own free will. And now that you're supporting what he's taking, do you think it's a game?!"

Netra Delila opened, the girl blinked softly as her two ears could hear a voice that she thought was no stranger.

Down there, Davyn was in the chest staring casually at the man who broke into his home area. The man who several months this became his son-in-law, the husband of his only child.

"Do you consider that this forced marriage that you two did is not playing? Did ya? But why are you treating my daughter as unworthy of being a wife? You introduced people to know that Delila was your sister. Even in your workplace you don't consider it a part of your life at all. Then what part of the forced marriage is said not to play?"

"No one, Baron. You yourself consider your marriage playing a game. If indeed my daughter considers her marriage to you to play, she will not be willing to take you, you make babu, you hurt her, you do not consider her to exist, you do not think she exists, he won't want to get it all." he added again.

Davyn was so excited, his hands were still folded in his chest looking relaxed, the tip of his lips lifted when he saw the young man in front of him currently looking down deeply and not saying a single word.

"Perse my daughter!"

Baron squealed, he looked up at Davyn who had just said a word that had never crossed his mind all this time.

"Please my daughter, if you don't want her. You should know Baron, if only Delila had not asked to marry you to him, I would not have done that to my beloved daughter!" davyn said coldly, even the two eyes of the man had already displayed an aura of hostility towards the Baron.

While on the balcony there, Delila just stared at doing nothing, she saw everything and faintly heard the word 'divorce my daughter' thrown by her Papa.

PAPA DAVYN SERIOUS MODE 🙈🙈🙈🙈