The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Love and Women

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Hit us thirty minutes. Nayla leaves with the escort of Gala Hilton.

Nayla wears a healter dress, a pretty sleeveless dress with craters wrapped around her neck. Silver color combined with crystal grains looks increasingly shiny, plus also with diamonds. Like his Mahen had actually prepared a special design for his little wife. Such a beautiful girl with a dress that fit perfectly on her body. Now, Nayla's look has changed like Sultan's girls.

The two men believed that Mr. Mahendra Wijaya would stare in amazement at the little girl. Magical girl, the two men nicknamed Nayla Suherman.

Gala Hilton was surprised by Nayla's current appearance. Nayla who wears a beautiful dress complete with high heels, is now swinging her legs carefully. Gala Hilton swiftly approached her boss's little wife, extending her hand to guard the footsteps of Nayla, her young mistress.

"Thank you, brother," he said smilingly. Gala Hilton only dared to reply with a knotty smile.

Given the girl standing before him, it currently belonged to his Master.

Nayla was in the passenger seat. Just as he was sitting his butt in the car seat, he caught his breath when the perfume in the car burst into his nose. Such a sharp fragrance made Nayla close her sense of sight, for a moment.

Nayla's brain can move quickly to describe how the figure of the owner of the luxury car he is riding today. The fragrance is so sharp and hypnotizes the consciousness of the women. Nayla shook her head quickly. "Oh, no! Why do I even imagine the look of his firm face and macho.

He must be self-conscious, position conscious. Who her? Nayla is the only wife of Mahendra Wijaya. The marriage of a rare deal results that not everyone gets a golden opportunity from the CEO of Wijaya Group.

The European black sedan carrying the magical girl was walking at a normal speed. Neither does not crawl nor does speeding. Nayla chose to stare at the scene outside the car window. The girl had no intention at all to let out her voice. Only the voice of the singer Rosa song that touched Nayla's heart, accompanying her journey to a place that had been prepared by her husband.

Still in disbelief, that was what the nineteen-year-old girl felt. I can't imagine what happens in the next year. As the only daughter of a married couple who really loves his baby. They never curb or put pressure on the girl's adult life. Nayla is free to live her life like any other girl her age. But stick to boundaries and norms. But now, the reality he faced had changed in an instant. He must get used to living according to the commands and will of a person. Mahendra Wijaya is the only son of Abdul Malik Wijaya and Mama Siska Wijaya.

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By spending thirty minutes. Now the black sedan car pulled over entering one of the most luxurious and expensive hotels in the city of S. The hotel is usually visited by the Sultans and high officials of this country with all the luxury and comfort provided to pamper its visitors.

The car is perfectly parked. Gala Hilton takes off the seat belt and goes down first. A small run around half the car to open the passenger door. Nayla immediately grabbed the heavy hand of Gala Hilton who was extended towards her.

It sucks!

Nayla grunts in her mind. He must walk carefully so as not to fall, because he is not used to wearing high heel.

A pair of high heel became a complement to the sexiness of his legs which was clearly heard in the ears of every listener, as the beautiful girl swung her steps.

An ordinary girl is plain without wearing makeup and tonight is transformed into a beautiful young girl dazzling with the hands of a talented Hansen. Even the aura of beauty that emanates from Nayla can tempt the faith of the adam who saw it.

Up in front of the lobby, he commented on his faint smile as two hotel employees greeted him kindly.

"Good night, miss," the hotel employee said with a smile.

But Nayla felt amused herself with the expression of the striped noses that passed her or many pairs of eyes that intentionally or not, directing her eyes towards Nayla. Marking the eyes of the striped nose must be washed clean.

"Decorate!" as Nayla murmured in her heart. "Basic crocodiles are happening!" he said again inwardly so that no one heard and offended with all his swear.

"It's only natural that men are single! Eyes glaring at the clear look! But the double eye also asked to be plugged! Though they have brought their respective partners, still the lyrics here and there! What on earth is there no more faithful word for Adam?" pissed Nayla.

"Maybe I look really pretty, tonight?" a little narcissistic question that comes from Nayla's tiny lips.

"Miss, is there something Miss wants to say?" ask Gala Hilton.

The man who had a sturdy and sturdy posture, continued to accompany his young mistress. He still faithfully guards Nayla's safety and leads her into the elevator.

Gala pressed the ten button, the elevator went up in an instant. With a matter of seconds, the two gender-different human children were already on the tenth floor.

'Wow.' Nayla stared in awe at such a beautiful sight from the top of the hotel. He continued to invoke the name of Alloh in his admiration. What a beautiful night sky full of stars and moonlight.

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Is what Mahen saw real not a dream?

In Mahen's mind raised such a question, when he saw a jet-black iris as beautiful as a star-studded night, as dark as the morning dew of his little wife. Which he had been waiting for. But, damn. Inside the chest of a large and well-built man, the owner of a masculine aura with features that are clearly stated and completely macho. There is a heart that beats unnaturally to make the owner of the body feel uncomfortable and calm.

Seemed Mahen thinned his sensual lips while holding his chest that felt tight. "What's going on with this heart?" mummified Mahen.

Degup that beats increasingly crazy, making it more wrong behavior. Mahen did not want his little wife to know, even feel what was happening to him. Because right now Mahen was really like a young man who was going to ngedate with the girl who had managed to steal his heart.

It's ridiculous!

Mahen cursed himself with what he was feeling. "What the fuck, Mahen! You are not a seventeen year old young man, anymore! Keep up!"

Mahen scooped up the roughness of his face. "What a ridiculous thing! Come, Mahen! She's just a snot girl! It won't be dangerous! He's different from Giska!" mahen's words suddenly stopped as a thought flashed inside his head. "Not dangerous? But, Nayla is a magical girl!"

The girl who looks no harm to the physical Mahen, but can destroy the psychic of a Mahendra Wijaya. For now only, just looking from afar the snot girl. Mahen's brain and heart seemed to stop. He was made helpless.

Falling in love!

A heart that beats? Is that what you call the early symptoms of falling in love?

Then, what is the difference with a heart that is pumped quickly and makes the body tremble! Can it also be said to be signs of taste starting to be present? But, the truth is not so. It turns out that people who have not eaten also experience such symptoms.

Back to Mahen.

What will happen to Mahen, when he comes face to face with his little wife? Ah, it's really complicated to deal with the one called LOVE and WOMEN!

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