The Conqueror of Love the Heir
THE PCSP 53

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A month passed, Mahen and Nayla could breathe a sigh of relief without any more interference from the julid and bully netizens.

Today Mahen gave a surprise to Nayla, because she had not visited the place for a long time. Since that time problem.

"Mas, where are we going?" nayla asked, looking at the road she was walking.

Mahen just smiled, without wanting to tell, where the destination was. "If I tell you now, it's not a surprise that's the name," Mahen chuckled at Nayla's hair.

"Iihh, his hand is not jail, napa," sewot Nayla. "So ruffled my hair," Nae's lips instantly pawed.

"So much cooler," Mahen's reply instantly got the plot response of his little wife's eyes.

"What's? What, Nae didn't hear?" Nayla fused her index finger with her thumb, then landed on her husband's waist. "The jailer needs to be given this gift" Nayla said in Mahen's ear.

"Aww.. Forgive.. Pardon..," Mahen's left hand immediately grasped the soft fingers of Nayla who pinched her waist.

While kissing the right hand of Nayla, a handsome man who never tired of being looked at by the eye, remains focused on the road in front of him through his four-wheel drive.

After parking the car, Mahen and Nayla got off. Then walk hand in hand to the tomb of Hadi's father.

Nayla smiled happily, apparently the husband also always remembered his father.

Mahen did not let go of his hand on Nayla. Now they stand before a tombstone that says Alm. Cpc. Hadi Suherman's.

Nayla placed a bunch of flowers on her father's grave, which Mahen had prepared, unbeknownst to her. Then they both prayed. Water splashed on the tombstone of Hadi's father from a bottle of mineral water. Mahen further tightened his grip on Nayla, as if he did not want to be separated from his little wife.

The heart of who is unhappy and happy is treated by those who love and are loved as sincerely. Mahen kissed many times the back of the hand of the woman he loved so much. Seen on the beautiful face of Nayla, a sweet smile welcomed her husband's treatment in front of the father's grave. Nayla turned a glance at the man who had filled her heart these few months, then looked back at the tombstone before her.

"So calm dad over there, yeah. Nayla's got a replacement father keeping Nayla here. Mahendra Wijaya, Nae's husband who will look after Nae until he ages together," he told Hadi's father with teary eyes. If you say Nayla has mengikhlaskan the departure of Hadi's father, of course the answer with a heavy heart, but all destiny and its provisions. We cannot resist or avoid. We can only pray for his grave to be laid, forgiven for all his sins. Accepted his worship charity.

Mahen felt his happiness growing, when his little wife proudly said that to Hadi's father. Mahen kissed Nayla's temple so deeply and recited a prayer for his little wife. Before finally staring towards the pusara of late Father Hadi Suherman.

"Dad can entrust everything to Mahen. I will always try to keep and make Nayla happy, until death to pick up and reunite in His Heaven All. Aamiin," Mahen said to the tomb of Hadi's father, slightly bent over to pay respects to the father-in-law.

"Aamiin Aamiin Aamiin Ya Robballallamin" Nayla said with a big smile. Then Nayla leaned her head against Mahen's sturdy arm. And as a tribute before they left the tomb of Hadi's father, the two stood for a long time without a sound, only the sound of falling leaves and twigs rubbing against the cool breeze.

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In a quiet room with no noise.

Mahen walked towards the bed that was inside their dwelling room in the main mansion belonging to the Wijaya family.

Nayla, who was focusing on her touchscreen, was unaware of her husband's presence in the room.

'What made him focus on staring at the screen of his phone? What Nayla is looking for in the famous application, which can always answer questions from the user of the application,' kekepoan Mahen is on at this time.

Nayla was stunned for a moment to find the husband was already beside her while peering at the screen of her mobile phone that was on in one of the applications.

"Heem" answered Nayla.

At first glance before surprising Nayla, the man had read the writing on the screen of his little wife's phone. HOW TO PLEASE YOUR HUSBAND IN BED.

"Why should it be difficult to ask the altar of Kosim? Wasteful quota! Mending directly practice with this guy!" Mahen pointed to himself while saying words that instantly elicited a deep frown response on Nayla's forehead.

"Waitat? What's that supposed?" ask Nayla to Mahen. Unbeknownst to Nayla, Mahen has since caught his movements wet.

"What are you reading?" mahen's question that boasted, immediately made Nayla waver in shame.

Degg

Nayla felt her heartbeat pumped back up very quickly. He had to immediately normalize the back beat in one of the most important organs in his body.

'It's normal, Nayla! Don't look nervous in front of that predatory man! You can hit it right now!' mummy Nayla absurd.

"Don't see anything" replied casually Nayla, but it sounded different in Mahen's ears.

Mahen quickly snatched the phone that was in Nayla's hands. "Here I want to see, too" Mahen chuckled.

"Well, balikin! Start to suck!" nayla's face was red even without blushing.

"Huff..!" Nayla puffed her cheeks. Nayla's reflexes covered her face with her palms. Embarrassed, the feeling instantly landed on her beautiful face that looked innocent in Mahen's eyes.

Mahen chuckles.

"You're always worried, funny sweet candy!" ledek Mahen who caught his little wife bas4h was asking at her temperature of application.

Mahen's words immediately made Nayla cut her lips.

For some reason, the man could always catch his movements. And allowed herself to remain Nayla Suherman, without demanding too much. Although impressed by Nayla's attitude like a child who always worried in the eyes of Mahen.

It's strange! But that's the fact!

Nayla opened her palm slowly which a moment ago covered her face. He looked in all directions. Silent.

'Where's the bad guy? Did he get out of the room? But I didn't hear the door open or close?' Nayla guesses herself.

To ensure the situation in the room in the absence of Mahen the Nayla rioter.

Nayla shifted her body to the edge of the bed, but not yet her feet touched the floor, she was already startled by the sound of a male baritone who was very familiar in her sense of hearing.

"Where are you going to run?" Mahen immediately came out of hiding behind a bed sheet that dangled in to sweep the floor. Then he grabbed Nayla's body.

"God! Mahendra Wijaya, not this funny! I could have a sudden heart attack!" nayla tried to escape from the trap of her husband.

Only the sound of Mahen's hardness is very happy, can prank his little wife.

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