The After One Night Mistake
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"I'm not going with you. You better get out of here. I hope you understand, have mercy on him who knows nothing about this matter. I beg you." Aina glanced towards the room, where the son peeked out.

Boril, who had been standing on the terrace, stepped in and approached El Barack to whisper something. "Master, don't put too much pressure on Miss Ai. We better go home first, don't decide anything rashly."

El Barack took a deep breath and turned back to look at Aina. "alright. I gave you two days to think. There are only two options, come with me and I will be in charge of you and Al. Or we'll meet before the court for custody. Think carefully, you may hate me but inside his body flows Alexander's blood. Nothing will change that."

El Barack immediately turned around to leave the place followed by Boril. While there, Aina was still silently fixated, deep in her own thoughts. He thought it was all over, but apparently, no. The bond will continue to exist, flowing within the son.

***

On the way home, El Barack remained silent. I don't know what he was thinking after seeing that boy who was so similar to him.

Boril Sudan could not help but ask. "Sir, why did you suddenly ask Miss Ai to get married? You just met him. There are many ways that can be discussed as a middle ground.

"What's the exit like?" El turned to look at Boril who was focusing on driving beside him. "What kind of road can I always be with my son? Tying Aina with the wedding rope was the only way."

"Sir, since the scandal four years ago you've been traumatized by women. Let alone getting to know, stealing women you don't want to." Boril kept trying to make the master think hard before deciding on something.

"Yes you're right. To me all those women are just as if no one can be trusted. I don't want to marry Aina to be a real wife. She's quite the mother of my son and young mistress Alexander. All this for my son's sake, I don't want any future news of his being born into the world by mistake."

This time Boril was speechless. He knew right now what El Barack was thinking was just how to give a successor to the family to the Papa. However, he was the only son, his responsibilities were enormous.

***

At night, Yuna had just arrived at Aina's house after getting a phone call this afternoon. But to his astonishment, at this time in front there were already two burly people standing guard.

Seeing Aina open the door, Yuna quickly sped up. "Ai, who are they?" tanyanya while glancing towards the burly person.

"We're talking inside, come on." Aina immediately pulled Yuna in and immediately closed the door and locked it. I don't know, Aina was feeling very scared.

Arriving inside, Yuna could see Al had fallen asleep in front of the TV room. "Ai, what exactly happened. I still don't understand why Mr El came here, can you explain?"

Aina kept pacing back and forth unclear. "I also don't know how he knows I'm here, and I'm confused as to why he knows that Al is his son." While trying to think, he suddenly looked at the friend. "Yuna, it's not you who told them, is it?"

"Huhme?" Yuna looked surprised upon hearing Aina's question. "Ai, if I tell him, I'm not here in a blind car, but a Ferrari or at least a BMW."

"Sorry, Yu. I didn't mean to accuse you of that." Aina approached and immediately hugged her best friend. "What should I do now?"

"All decisions are in your hands, Ai. I will support whatever it is. Don't panic, there must be the best way out for this matter." Yuna patted his best friend slowly, trying to be as calm as possible. Although he was actually worried too.

***

The next day...

"Hey you're such a big boy, why are you just standing there. Come here, Papa wants to ask you something." Antonio gave the code for his servant to leave the place.

"What does Papa want to talk about?" el asked as he sat before his father. "Today I'm going back to work, Papa don't have to worry, I'm not the old El Barack."

The middle-aged man nodded his head slowly. "That's good. But Papa wants to talk about something else. This is about the issue of the successor family Alexander .. how if you raise a child, Papa will make news, as if you are married and have children while in Melbourne, how?"

"Is Papa really so desperate about heredity?" El grabs Papa's coffee and immediately sips it. "Papa doesn't have to do that."

"Then how's El? Our family is a distinguished family. Papa would rather raise a grandson than hand over our company to your uncles and cousins. They're sneaky and can't be trusted."

El Barack was silent for a moment, looking at the Papa who looked increasingly agitated. "Papa need not worry. Alexander's family won't lose its throne."

Again Antonio heaved a heavy sigh, he leaned back his body as he looked towards the blue sky. "Father to the point of running out of words to talk to you. If only your mother were still here, she would have chosen to live up there, to be an angel of heaven."

El Barack clucked when he saw Papa's lebay attitude. "I told you the throne of the Alexander family will not be lost let alone move everywhere. Because the throne will be owned by my son, my flesh and blood."

"What do you mean?" ask Antonio.

Instead of answering, El stepped away and did not care about Papa's cry.

"El explain first!" Antonio to stand up from his sitting position.Suddenly Antonio was struck by a very curious feeling. "What exactly did he mean. Doctors had predicted he would not be able to have offspring due to chemo side effects ...."

Antonio suddenly thought of something, he immediately picked up his phone on the table to call someone. "Hallo, get the car ready now!"

***

Boril just came out of the apartment building where he lives. With casual steps, he went towards the basement. Yes, today he will work in the company as a secretary of El Barack.

If he used to be just a driver and assistant then now he has climbed the ranks after accompanying El Barack during his time in Melbourne.

As he was about to get into his car, suddenly from behind his shoulders clapped someone. When he turned around, his eyes rounded and immediately looked down respectfully. "Great master, what's the need until you've come all the way here?"

Antonio smiled as he patted Boril's shoulder. "I just want to take you for a quick coffee, at the front cafe. Can you?"

"Huh?" Boril's eyes twitched in confusion. "Ehm ma-I mean of course .. of course you can, sir."

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