The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Wall Chick

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Somewhere else.

Get off!

The street lights turned green.

Pramudya brought his car through the traffic light with other vehicles.

There was not a word in the car that came from the lips of the two. For a long time, they just fell silent with their own thoughts, until finally the driver of the black fortune car parked his roofed vehicle in the basement area of his apartment.

"Honey, it has arrived," said Pramudya trying to melt the atmosphere while releasing the seat belt from his body.

But the man who opened the car door was immediately greeted with a flat tone. "Udah know."

Giska closed the car door with a slight slam and left Pramudya just like that.

'What guests is he? Such a snitch!' murmured Pramudya who was confused by Giska's behavior just now.

He got out of the black fortune car. Then following Giska who is not clear mood.

"Why are you, Honey?" pramudya asked as she wrapped her hands around Giska's slim waist.

However, Giska quickly dodged the man who was walking beside her.

"Why? Wh why? He said, honey, but why don't you understand what I'm feeling right now!" ketus Giska, get into the elevator first.

Pramudya also immediately scrunched his forehead, he was confused by the attitude of his dark lover.

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Inside the apartment room Pramudya.

"Honey," called Pramudya who had just entered the room of his luxury apartment.

However, there was no reply from Giska's lips.

"Honey," call her again.

Until many times Pramudya called the woman, finally heard also the voice of his lover. "Yes, what!" giska shouted from the room.

"What's? I'm okay!" resounding.

"Who are you angry with? Who's the one who hurt you?"

"Who is angry! Don't be so damn ignorant!" giska replied while closing the screen of her phone.

Pramudya was flabbergasted to hear an answer that increasingly made the man irritated and furious.

"What you're out of whack, your head? Go home so sewot like this!" seloroh Pramudya's.

"The big wall!" tukas Giska with a cynical tone.

Pramudya tried to melt the atmosphere again, by tickling Giska's waist. But, instead of the happy laughs he heard. But the loud voice that came out of Giska's lips.

"I'm badmood again! I'm mad! I hate Mahendra Wijaya!" said Giska directs a punch to Pramudya's face and also his field chest firmly.

Bepp's!

Giska's punch was instantly repelled by Pramudya before landing onto his face.

Pramudya held Giska's hand with his two firm hands. "Tell me what's going on, until you get angry like that!"

Giska.

"Honey..!"

Now their position has changed. Pramudya restrained Giska's body under his body.

"Why silence? Tell me now, who made you angry isn't clear!" pramudya's unsheathed gaze intimidated.

"Mahendra Wijaya, remarry! Satisfied you!" shout Giska.

Pramudya's eyeballs are perfectly rounded.

"Huhuh? Mahendra Wijaya is married again? With who?" Pramudya asked Giska.

"Married siri! Mahen wants a descendant from his marriage!"

"Ooh, marry siri. Demi has offspring," said Pramudya ber oooo ria.

"You should be happy, Honey," he added.

"Blessed how, you mean?" hardik Giska pursed his lips. "You agree, that's it!"