The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Mochi cake

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A few hours ago, after Mahen left for the office. Nayla just lounging on a king-size bed in her room. His slender body felt crumpled, but the stomach that sounded signifies the residents demanding their morning rations that have been missed.

A very tiring day for Nayla who has just lived life as the wife of Mahendra Wijaya series. After last night she paid the full payment of her obligation to be Mahen's full wife.

Nayla squirmed her body, stretching her stiff muscles.

It's a very boring day, if I keep feeling in a house this big, alone. Mom just didn't want me to move here. With better reason at home Mother herself, even though small and simple life. Because Mom doesn't want to hitchhike and disturb her daughter's household. If I have to wait until one year when the agreed agreement is completed, it can be plural. How about I propose to Mr. Mahen for permission to continue college. Let the time of the year go unnoticed, because I can spend my time studying, meeting new friends. And most importantly after carrying out the duties of Mr. Mahen. I can be a scholar, not just a high school graduate. To be able to apply for a better job than yesterday.

Nayla lowered her legs slowly from the bed. I think something stuck in there. Something strange was felt that turned her into a full-fledged woman, after a sumo heat struggle that resulted in the sweat of a grain of corn on the ring king-size bed.

Nayla was very surprised by her state, at this moment. He realized that his knees were weak as he stood up from the bed to walk to the bathroom.

'This is all because of the fierce om who unleashed all of his extra-large full power to maneuver my side body. My body is opium to him, but who the hell can resist the charm of Nayla Suherman," kekeh Nayla as she shakes her head.

'Narcissists are a little. The proof is that overnight my body was wiped out making love back and forth. For whatever reason he used his alibi a b c d, still there he enjoyed this body. Let him say he must not fall in love on his lips or on his covenant paper though. His body's reaction cannot lie. He said he was both new to this, but he moved as if an expert teaching his innocent junior as innocent as Marsha who was flirting with Bear, ' again Nayla grumbled.

By attaching his palm to the wall and swinging a careful step of walking into the bathroom.

'Oh my God, why does it still feel sick and pain that was stabbed last night' Nayla murmured while walking slowly like a circumcision bride.'

Now Nayla's position stands on the large glass in front of the bathroom sink. He could see her beautiful face down to the top. The two-lined mochi cake, now filled with lots of red-colored toppings for strawberries after her hot romance with Mahen. The ownership marks are listed from the neck of his level to the area of his body full of all.

Crazy one!

'He's a human what a vampire? Is that wild, grumpy om? My God, the cover is just like a five-door refrigerator going back and forth. It's like you don't want to touch a woman. But in fact, portioned portion of eating meatballs jumbanya, Nayla began to grumble commenting on the madness of a Mahendra Wijaya in the actual boxing ring.

His black hair was broken looking messy, he combed with his wiggly fingers. And stopped at the tip of his head.

"Why can I meet a man like him? I can't possibly fall in love with her. No, no, Nayla! He's not for you! You're not worth it to him! He is the sole heir of Wijaya Group Company. Whereas you are just the daughter of a lowly employee! No way! And will not be able to unite! He already had a beautiful and famous artist wife! While you! Just a little boy who just graduated from school! Everything that was said last night was only temporary. I'm sure it's just a momentary expression when he's enjoying your body! Just like if she was having sex with Madame Giska, she would say I love you too, baby! Fuckin' man's mouth, here's love! There's love! In the middle of her dead fleas! You're everything! You're my life! You pujanku! Preeti.. Bulshit! Aah, let it all happen like running water. Don't expect anything uncertain. Bite a finger!" muttered Nayla convinced herself, that what Mahen said last night was just an illusion.

Finished with all her ideas, Nayla immediately headed towards the bathroom excitedly. He could not wait to tell Mahen his plan.

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Surya stopped the car that was sent right in a large building with black paint interspersed with gold and white on several sides.

Surya got out of the car, then approached one of the men in the uniform of security officers who happened to be standing at one of the gates that were open.

"Good day, sir. Excuse me, would you ask," Surya started his conversation with Mr. Waluji as indicated by his nick name on his shirt pocket.

"Good day, how can I help you?" ask Mr. Waluji to Surya who is standing nearby.

"Is this really Miss Nayla Suherman's house?" surya asked without further ado. Because the gaze of his great mistress was already showing no hospitality.

"Yes, right. If you can know who it is with? What's the need for Miss Nayla?" ask Mr. Waluji back to look.

"She is my great Mistress, the birth mother of Mr. Mahendra Wijaya, the owner of this house," Surya said if Mama Siska was the Mother-in-law of Miss Nayla.

Both of his neutrals are perfectly rounded. Mr. Waluji showed an unflattered look of shock. Because Mr. Waluji has only been working for a few days as security in that house.

Mr. Waluji spontaneously ran over to the car that stopped in front of the gate of Mahendra's house with Nayla.

"Good day, Madam. Can I help you?" Mr. Waluji asked Mama Siska politely and saluted at a glance when the car window was lowered and wide open.

Looked at the middle-aged woman who still clearly visible strokes of her beauty.

"Siang, Mahendra Wijaya, is inside?" mama Siska asked with a flat face.

"Sorry, Mr. Mahendra Wijaya has left for the office, Madam," replied Mr. Waluji honestly.

"Oh, we're off to the office. If Nayla Suherman, is it home?" Mama Siska immediately asked her new daughter-in-law.

"If Mrs Nayla is at home" said Mr. Waluji. "But, let me tell you for a moment, if any guest wishes to meet Mrs Nayla," Mr. Waluji has not yet turned his knee to leave the woman. But, the middle-aged woman's voice, sounded back.

"Don't bother telling him inside. Let me meet him inside. And you need to know, I am the biological mother of Mahendra Wijaya, your boss! You don't have to report in and I'll be in charge of everything" said Mama Siska while giving Surya a code to drive his car into Mahendra's yard.

"Hurry and open the door!" mama Siska's word to Mr. Waluji, who nodded obediently and then walked pushing the iron fence of Mahendra's house to give access to the car in the future Surya.

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