The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Throw it to Mars

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"My company! Don't leave me alone!" lirih Nayla without opening her eyes. But, it still held Mahen's sturdy arm.

The flat!

That was the expression on Mahen's face, at this moment. The man just stared flatly and coldly at the girl who was lying weakly on her king-size bed.

Slowly Nayla's hand grips on Mahen's arm came off as well. The man turned his knees and left the occupancy room that looked like a broken ship.

Then, a few minutes later entered Mbak Wida with a tray of food for Nayla.

"Miss Nayla, wake up" Wida's voice rang out in Nayla's ear. But, the girl remained unchanged from lying down.

Mbak Wida has prepared a small table containing one plate of rice, one bowl of chicken soup with fresh vegetables. There was also one plate of apples and dragon fruit sliced into a dice box and a glass of water.

After everything is ready and presented by Mbak Wida, but the awaited never sit to change his position.

Ma'am Wida didn't dare force Nayla. But, he still had to carry out the duties of his master. If he does not succeed in persuading Nonanya, it is certain that he will be affected.

For nearly ten minutes, Wida persuaded Nayla. Still doesn't work. The food on that little table, just glimpsed at Nayla.

"Non--," Wida has not finished saying his sentence. There was a sound of steps approaching the room.

A second later, Mahen emerged from the wide open door. He walked over to Nayla in his bed. And instantly woke up Nayla's slender body, to lean on the head of the bed.

Madam Wida could only swallow her coarse salivary, looking at the envious sight in each eye that looked at the two human children who were romantically related.

"I'm going to sleep" Nayla turned her face away from Mahen.

"Let me feed him. You can go out first" Mahen told Wida.

With a nod and retreated slowly, Mbak Wida left his two masters.

"Ahead here. Eat first" Mahen said in a low tone.

"No way!" reject Nayla without turning her body.

"Count to three!" mahen's heavy voice started to come out.

"What do you want?" finally Nayla turned her body to face the man sitting beside her.

Nayla looked up at his face. A focused look at Mahen's forehead which had been wrapped in a thin white object.

"I'm sorry" Nayla said.

Mahen did not reply to Nayla. He moved his hand holding a spoon filled with rice and side dishes to Nayla's mouth.

"Eat first, open his mouth, baby," said Mahen who gave a bribe to Nayla.

"No way, you haven't answered my apology, yet" Nayla lowered her gaze from Mahen.

"If I forgive what?" Mahen tried to melt the atmosphere.

"Yes, I ate," answered Nayla.

"Truly eat?"

"Yes" answered Nayla.

"Would saying an apology change everything?" mahen.

Nayla's eyeballs are rounded with pursed lips.

"Can't, huh?" lirih Nayla's.

Spontaneous Mahen pulled his hand rough from Nayla's grasp.

"What, in this way, would solve a problem? Restore a sense of trust that has been flawed? Covering the hurt wound to gaping?" bertubi-tubi Mahen gave a question to Nayla. But none of those questions were answered by Nayla.

"Will the disappointment be shown in a rude way as well? The emotion! Get angry! The grudge! Will I heal the deepest wound in the heart?" a series of questions were raised again by Mahen.

And again, Nayla could only shake her head. By pointing his lentic finger at the forehead of the person who had been holding back his anger ever since. Mahen strives to make Nayla comfortable, with no sense of fear resurfacing.

"I don't mean to hurt you" said Nayla with a faint look.

"Do you want to kill me to avenge you, to be relieved of the feelings that linger in your heart?"

Nayla's eyes blinked rapidly several times. "I'm sorry," he said regretfully.

"Stay beside me" said Nayla, but Mahen could still listen.

Mahen was silent for a moment with a faint frown. Then, he stared intensely at Nayla with a faint smile slowly appearing on his face.

Cup..

Nayla immediately felt a kiss on her cheek, quickly Nayla turned her gaze towards the man who was smiling sweetly at her.

"I'm always by your side. Always take care and make you happy" Mahen said from his deepest heart.

"Related?" ask Nayla seriously.

"Knew!" hardik Mahen by attaching his lips to the ripe lips in front of him.

"Iihhh, great opportunity!" Nayla pushed back the lips of the manyun Mahen.

"Kok's being pushed anyway?" mahen protest, pretend to sulk.

"If you take care of me, the other wife will be taken?" Nayla nodded her lips.

"Throw to Mars!" mahen replied staring at Nayla.

"Near by," sneered Nayla. "Keep if you want horses, how?" tanya Nayla worked her eyes looking at Mahen who was upset.

"There's you! Same with you, dong!"

"Lazy! I will be called an actor! A bully in the middle of your neglected relationship!"

"Gosh, baby. You're not a laxative! Who would dare say that? Ask to get kicked in the ass!" mahen was upset.

After various seductions. Finally Nayla wanted to spend the chicken soup in a bowl with a mouthful of Mahen's hand.

Mahen immediately took off his footwear and climbed onto the bed. He saw the glint of my eyes that was radiating on Nayla's face. Mahen laid his body next to Nayla, tilted to the left and one hand in the right range to become Nayla's pillow.

Without refuting a word, Nayla approached and leaned her head against Mahen's chest. Nayla was comfortable in her husband's arms.

"Close your eyes, take a break. I'll take care of you" said Mahen full of gentleness.

However, Nayla's eyes did not want to be closed in the slightest. She felt the warmth in her husband's arms that provided calmness and protection.

Mahen's burly hand gently stroked Nayla's head.

"It goes on like this, before the deal is over" Nayla said.

Nayla is well aware of her current position, which is only the wife of a serial Mahendra Wijaya. The man rented his womb to get offspring. If all is done, then Nayla's belief is that the man will throw it away, so as not to interfere with his life.

"I'm sorry and thank you for helping me in this difficult time. I will do my duty and will not argue any more. However, before you throw me away after I give birth to your offspring, please allow me to see the face of the baby," Nayla said in a choked voice.

Momentary silence. There was only a faint breath heard.

"Close your eyes, go to sleep, baby" Mahen said. "I'm not going anywhere and I'll never throw you away!"

Nayla looked up, she looked at Mahen's face so closely. Very handsome with a firm jaw that is overgrown with thin feathers, tempting to feel. His nose was like a slide in a game arena. Sunken eyes with beautiful eyeballs, become the most interesting part to look at.

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