The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Full Power

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"Don't Mahen and Nayla know each other?" asked Mr. Hadi curious to see the interaction of the two human children who are different gender.

Mahen was confused to answer Mr. Hadi's question. Does he have to answer honestly if the driver when the day wants to hit his daughter? Could be, he came out of the house Mr. Hadi lived a name.

"Son Mahen!" call Mr. Hadi whose question has not been answered by Mahen.

Mahen gelagapan's. "Ehh, yes, Mr. Hadi. I know the Father's Daughter from my nephew" Mahen explained. Scratching the nape of his neck.

"Ohh, nak Mahen's niece, Nayla's schoolmate," Mr. Hadi said as he muttered.

Mahen nodded while commenting on a thin smile.

Drrt.. Drrt..

Mahen was shocked, his phone vibrated in the pocket of the jeans he wore. He felt amused, he hurriedly shifted the green button on the flat object screen with the logo of the incomplete apple and blamed handsfree in his sense of hearing, he said, continue to talk to someone who is now contacting from sebrang.

"Boss," said someone from there. "Still on the scene?" ask Gala the assistant.

"Yes, come here and finish the business! And don't call Mama!"

"Ready, Boss. In a moment, I arrived at the scene."

The call is turned off first from Mahen's phone.

Not wasting time. Gala immediately stepped on the gas pedal of the car driven by full power.

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Half an hour passed.

Mahen is still waiting for Gala on the porch of Pak Hadi's house. He sat on a chair made of teak wood, while looking at the beautiful garden filled with green ornamental plants on the left right and there are also mango trees planted in front of the house as shade. If blown by the wind feels cold.

"Please drink, o'm," Nayla put a glass filled with brown liquid on the table next to Mahen.

"Nae, Mahen's boy, which one of your friends?" ask Mr. Hadi to his favorite daughter.

"Whose friend, Dad?" Nayla asked her father.

Suddenly, Mahen stared at Nayla who was standing nearby, giving her a code.

Nayla frowned confusedly between her father's question and the gaze of the man sitting in front of her.

The horizontal lines lined up there grew after hearing Mahen's voice explaining who his niece who became Nayla's schoolmate.

"That's a loh, Nae. Si Dian, it's one school with you," Mahen's voice broke Nayla's daydream.

"Rawadian?" ask Nayla.

"He'em," said Mahen to cover up his charade.

"Rahadian Pradipta?" nayla reassured.

"Yes, who met the other day in front of your school," replied Mahen, standing up to Nayla.

"So, Mahen's boy, um from Rahadian your schoolmate, Nae?" Mother Yunita also asked Nayla, her daughter.

"Yes, Mom. During the day Nae meets Mahen in front of the school, "nayla finally follows the flow of drama from Mahendra Wijaya.

"Let's drink it, don't just look at it. There will be no less water if only seen," said Bu Yunita, chuckling.

"Yes, mahen boy. It's cold, so it's not warm anymore. It can be sweet to follow the flow," added Pak Hadi.

"Easy, Dad. If the sweetness is cross, it's staying with this sweet Nae," narcissistic.

There was a sound of ruckus on the porch of Mr. Hadi's house.

Mahen who saw the familiarity and harmony of the Nayla family, so felt envious. A cool house with a verdant atmosphere of trees coupled with warm residents full of smile.

'Suppose my household with Giska is like this family. Surely I will be more comfortable living at home, chatting with my small family, ' Mahen imaginary.