That Other Woman, My Mother

That Other Woman, My Mother
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Well done, the entire Eduardo family looks happy to see Leo with Nayra. You could say, the Edo family quite get along, even with the family of the late Mama Leo. They mostly support Leo wholeheartedly, so Leo and the extended family are quite close.


There's a family of Crystals there. Papa Edo is Mr. Darmawan's foster brother. No wonder Kristal respects Edo like her own grandfather. However, Edo was the driving force of DermaCorp, which contributed so much to the survival of the entire effort. Mr. Darmawan sent Papa Edo as his successor and must be respected like Darmawan himself. Also mentioned, Leo inherited some assets from Mr. Darmawan. If he enters the company, Leo is as respected and influential as Papa Edo and Kristal.


Unfortunately, Leo is already plunged into the medical world, the only effort that is not touched by Darmawan.


As the cordial event unfolds, the two brides, now wearing modern-themed clothes, greet guests who fill the hall of the house, which is transformed like a luxury hotel ballroom.


Leo pointed to Kristal when Nayra was tired of having to serve some Leo relatives who were enthusiastic about Leo's marriage. Avoiding the many questions that asked Nayra's relatives, Leo had Nayra come to the Crystal.


Baby B wears a bando blink, asleep in the arms of a crystal. They greeted Nayra who was instantly familiar with the Crystal. Their conversation is connected, because Nayra is good at putting herself.


"Om Leo seems like a falling star, fitting finally married to you, Nay." Crystal said a little loudly for Leo who was walking towards them to hear.


"Good men are always quality parts." Leo rubbed Baby B's head, then pinched Crystal's cheek hard. "Don't chat, it's not a problem anymore, right?"


Leo seduces. Obviously Leo will be the first person Crystal contacts when she wants something, or needs help. Rega's sentence, for example, saved Rega, brought Rega to see him, and lastly was a bit extreme, which was to help Dion take care of a fake divorce letter.


Little laughing crystal. "Good day, don't talk about anything terrible, Om! Pamali!"


Nayra just silently watched the familiar interaction of these two people. Sometimes he smiles.


"Oh, yes ... I can ride a tambahan, not really?" Crystal looks tired holding Baby B who is so fat and chubby.


"Ah, maybe to the guest room, which is closest there." Leo pointed to the room Nayra used to occupy. "But there may still be Nayra's stuff there. No problem, right?"


Crystal shook. "Women who work in private hospitals are ordinary if the room is not as neat as a decorator's room."


"Need help?" Leo extended a hand. With the addition of a dress that is so fluffy and long at the waist down, Nayra must be a struggle. No need to wear that dress, right? Looks troublesome and heavy.


"There's a boutique that'll help me later." Nayra said goodbye to the Crystal which was also ready to go to the room that Leo meant.


Nayra was agitated all the way to the room. She noticed that there were clothes whose sweat had not yet come out of the suitcase, but had already perched pretty in Leo's bedroom closet. Someone must have moved it.


Nayra's hunch is right. Ana had been planning to loot Nayra's property for half an hour. Now he was staring at the documents Nayra had stored along with her seemingly trivial data.


Checked one by one until his eyes were made buying when the letters of the house and workshop were here. Obviously Nayra's house and workshop, but Aldo also took part. So it is natural that Aldo has the right to have the workshop.


"God ... Nayras! You're such a bad woman! Greedy and greedy! Could all be named after him after parting." Ana mutters. The woman's hand took the official certificate of the workshop and the house. It's more than enough to last as long as his boss is hiding.


Ana smiled cynically. "Nay-Nay .. You're a fool what how, put stuff like this in a suitcase."


He took the certificate into a basket filled with dirty clothes, then tidied up his former crimes again.


"Ana?!"


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