The Conqueror of Love the Heir
Adios.. Adios.. Grandparent

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"aaaah.. Release him! Stop it, please let go! I'm not your daughter!"

The woman kept moving in her sleep. Every now and then his feet kicked and his forehead creased. Cold, clear water filled his face and body.

"Let go! I don't want to come with you!"

"Armghh!"

Bugh..

"Aduh.." cried Mahen who fell from the king-size bed because of a powerful kick from someone who was sleeping next to him.

Nayla is shocked. Reflex awakens from his sleep. Still in a daze with his condition, now.

The roar of his breath that was snarled with cold sweat dripped down.

"Hiks.. Hicks.."

Nayla leaned on the head of the bed with her knees hugged. The dream came back. Dreams that interfere with his sleep, so that he can not sleep well every night.

Afraid?

"Baarh.. Hix... Why did he show up again? I hate him! I'm not his daughter!" pekik Nayla repeatedly banged the head of the back on the head of the bed with a sobbing.

The nightmare came back, making his fear multiply.

"Honey," a firm hand touched her tender cheek, and hugged the frail body into her arms.

"Night you have another nightmare?" tanya Mahen gently rubbed Nayla's mane.

Not the answer that Mahen got, but a sobbing that increasingly tightened the chest.

Mahen let his beloved wife cry until she felt relieved and gradually receded the clear liquid that dripped on her cheeks.

"I'm Father's Daughter and Hadi Suherman's Mother, not that person! I'm Nayla Suherman!" yells.

Mahen said the words that came from his wife's pink lips. "Yes, you remain Nayla Suherman, the legal wife of Mahendra Wijaya. Nothing can change that fact, dear," Mahen said softly.

Nayla tightened her embrace. Mahen's sturdy wet shoulder was hit by Nayla's teardrops flowing back. "Are you going to leave me if you know my origins?" nayla's voice is weakening.

Mahen slowly regressed his body, raising his wife's face. His gaze met the neutrality of someone he loved very much.

"I'm not a coward nor a loser. To easily leave the life of someone who has been present to accompany me, has even made me fall in love. I chose you to be my wife, the mother of my children not just to see who you were born to. But I chose you to be the queen of my court because I saw who raised you, took care of you, educate you with a soft touch of hands and sincere affection to make a woman who has a strong personality independent sholehah,"

Mahen wiped the clear fur on Nayla's cheek. "Never say that in front of me again. And don't cry anymore, because I will always be by your side, my little wife the owner of the soul and body of Mahendra Wijaya," Mahen sighed.

"Born for me the descendants of the sholeh and the sholehan. Heart coolers and solace in my paradise palace."

Nayla puts on a sweet face in front of her. His lips revealed a happy smile as well as bitterness. The handsome guy who used to fight in the streets. Even the bucin curse that resounded, at that time. Now it becomes real, words that seem only as a gratifier for people who are annoying, now it is he who cools his heart. From the name Om Galak changed into my handsome husband.

While Mahen simply chose silence, he let his little wife's stained fingers run down his handsome face. The girl who used to be in a gray uniform who almost got hit by a car driven by her personal driver, has now turned into a fully grown woman.

Until the fingers stop in the chest of the field. Remaining silent and still, Nayla's fingers continued to draw abstracts on her husband's chest without a thread covering her.

Suddenly Nayla's heart was shocked by a chewy object that perched on her forehead. Long enough and deep, making his heart pound every handsome husband it presents romance. The roar of warm breath struck his sense of smell. Slowly down landed on his lips. Nayla swallows her saliva.

"I love you Nayla Suherman with all your flaws."

Mahen's gentle touch that always makes his heart like a marching band PAUD. Feels smooth palms, which indicates Mahen is not a rough labor of rice lifters.

Nayla's eyes glazed back. "The excess is not accepted?" nayla's question invites Mahen's laughter.

"Any more sales, neng?" ask Mahen to hold back his laughter.

"Who's selling?" Nayla is confused.

"Why should accept the advantages, if a deficiency that you have has become a perfecter of my shortcomings as well."

"Aahh, you know ah. Whatever ayang! Love it!" a call that soothes Mahen's heart.

"Ohh, happy. My morning is so bright. My beautiful wife, my bidadiku-"

"LAY!" Nayla escapes from her husband's arms.

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After going through various dramas Mahen made to give permission to Nayla go alone to her mother's house without her escort. Nayla was only delivered to Mahen's trust driver.

Before getting permission from Mahen who bucin mostly micin, make a wafer in layers. Nayla must fulfill Mahen's request first. Starting from taking care of her bath, preparing her clothes to breakfast also asked to be bribed. It's exactly taken care of a big baby who whines so as not to be left.

And now, right in front of his personal assistant. Mahen also continued to struggle spoiled hugging tightly Nayla's slender body.

Nayla gave a rough sigh. Wanted to knock the husband's head but it was all impossible to do. But seeing Mahen's behavior like that makes Nayla embarrassed in front of the Hilton Gala.

'Boss.. Bosses.. If you fall in love again everything is considered a statue! It's me still alive!' gala Hilton protests inward.

Remember that! Only in the inner Gala Hilton the personal assistant of a Mahendra Wijaya dared to protest his boss who was again friendly in front of his eyes.

'Make single people more and more happy, my boss this one!' Gala scratched the nape that did not itch.

"Close your eyes, bang Gala! Watch out for the true purity of the boss of the somplak who transformed into a PAUD child," Nayla smiled slightly as she looked at Gala.

The real shame Nayla felt, right now. But how else, the duty of the wife is to obey the request of the husband. "That's a big body. Her heart was soft as cotton in the minimarket" she joked as she forced her husband into the car in which Gala Hilton was waiting.

"Darling.." call Mahen who is not content to indulge in his wife.

Not that Nayla was insensitive to her husband's wishes, but she was trying to take the middle ground in order to end her husband's public indulgence.

"Bye.. Adios.. Ayang, be careful on the road. Keep the spirit of looking for a con for this wife," kekeh Nayla kissed her husband's lips at a glance.

The sparkle of Mahen's face instantly rose like the morning sunlight. Happy that felt Mahen get a booster booster injection from a loved one.

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