The Conqueror of Love the Heir
DEMON JEALOUS

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After her husband's departure and the roar of the car that took Mahen further away from her hearing, a sign that the car had darted through the city in the morning. Nayla immediately stepped into the house, then prepared herself to go see her beloved mother.

Only with a thin make up and polish his lips with lip dye that is not too striking. Nayla's face still looks auspicious and graceful. Twirling for a while her body in front of the dressing table that adorned her bedroom, Nayla smiled sweetly. "This is just beautiful. Hehe.. From birth I was beautiful. Her name is also female, it must be beautiful. If handsome is a man. If half of the soul is new, which is not clear of its validity," Nayla chuckles to herself with the absurdity of her tan.

Nayla sat in the passenger seat behind the driver, enjoying the eye-catching sight.

On the way to her mother's house, Nayla's focus was on a cart peddling her favorite food in school. He swallowed his saliva rough. The desire to eat the lilok with an abundance of delicious sauce and chili waving in front of his eyes.

The desire suddenly appeared but did not immediately buy it on the cilok kang who was peddling the merchandise. Instead of making the lick itself in his mother's house.

Nayla imagines making her own pegs with a variety. From sausage stuffing cilok, cheese, chicken meat, quail eggs. Must be delicious.

"Sir, stop by the nearest minimarket first yes, I want to buy sausage," Nayla told Mr. Heru, the driver who drove her car.

"Well, Madam," Mr. Heru immediately turned his round steering towards the minimarket Nayla meant.

Nayla rushed down from the sedan car she was riding in, into the minimarket. However, without Nayla noticing there was a pair of eyes watching him from inside the black sports car.

Nayla headed straight for the refrigerator containing frozen food. Fill her shopping cart with what her heart wants. There's sausage, nuggets, meatballs, chicken meat, quail eggs, cheese. Then he hurriedly headed towards the cashier to pay for his groceries.

Bruck..

The basket in his hand fell on the white floor of the minimarket.

"I'm sorry" said someone who immediately picked up Nayla's groceries. Then hand it to Nayla back. "It's the groceries, sorry I didn't accidentally."

"Eh, thank you," answered Nayla looking straight at someone who stood firm holding a basket full of Nayla groceries.

"You!" say them simultaneously.

"Nayla's? Is this really you?" Rahadian did not blink looking at the girl he loved so much.

"Rahadian," said Nayla with a faint smile.

"How are you?" Rahadian watched Nayla from head to toe.

There are many changes in Nayla. Nayla is now looking more and more mature. And also his increasingly dense body contained. It is very clear the results of Mahen pumping every day on the body of his little wife.

"Alhamdulillah, the news is that I am well and well" said his signature Nayla. But as Nayla tries to keep her distance from Rahadian, she realizes that her current status is not that of a single girl anymore. The wife of Mahendra Wijaya.

"Beautiful," said Rahadian, still heard in Nayla's shadow.

"No, it's normal" refused Nayla. "You are the more handsome," Nayla unknowingly praised Rahadian's good looks, the man who had admired her all along.

"Ganteng is free, '" Rahadian scratched his non-itchy neck.

"Why?" ask Nayla plain.

"Free handsome but can not win your heart," Rahadian's words that immediately make red blush Nayla's face.

Rahadian misbehaved at Nayla's praise.

"Please someday you will definitely get a woman who is much better than me," great-grandson Nayla did not want to go too far to give false hope to the man who had become her best friend.

"I want you, Nae. Not another woman who is my life partner. This heart aches when it sees you with the others" said Rahadian clenched his fist.

"You know what it's like to lose, Nae? Do I have to give up and stop fighting until here?"

Nayla's little heart doesn't want to hurt the person she's been with for years. Along with his five best friends. But it's our life's destiny who knows.

"Am I not as rich as that man, that you would prefer him to me?" the Rahadian's words are getting messed up. Makes Nayla's chest tight.

Nayla immediately switched her conversation with Rahadian.

"Excuse me, my groceries want me to pay at the cashier first. There was no queue, "Nayla immediately picked up a basket full of selected groceries.

After paying at the cashier. Nayla said goodbye to continue the journey to her mother's house.

"Nae.." call Rahadian.

Nayla looked at the man who called her.

"Please, don't ever wait for me" only those words came out of her pink lips.

"Only the one I have at the moment to keep as much as possible, until there is no compelling reason to leave you Nae. The DETERMINATION!"

"Don't over-love his creatures. Because it will create destruction in your future! Loving the Creator is better, Rahadian. Balance is always maintained so that there are no mistakes in beaching! As strong as your determination will still be defeated with FATE outlined! As much love as you have for His Creature. Remain greater His love for His created beings!" after saying all that Nayla turned her knees and stepped away from Rahadian's gaze.

Rahadian grabbed her hair in frustration. 'I love you so much, Nayla Suherman! I can definitely get your love! I'm sure of it!'

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At the same time in a different place. After getting a report about his little wife, Mahen could not concentrate on his work.

Mahen walked back and forth with an indistinct fuss. He couldn't reach Nayla's phone.

"I'd go crazy like this! Not going to college anymore has made me dizzy. Moreover, Nae continued her education to the faculty she wanted so far. Could-could die standing me, see so many Nayla bullies out there!"

Mahen repeatedly pressed the memorized phone number outside his head. But it's not connected either.

"HILTON WOLF!" the baritone's voice reached his secretary's desk.

In a hurry, the woman sitting behind her desk immediately stood up and ran towards Mahendra Wijaya's personal assistant room.

"Mr Mahen, call Mr. Gala. It seemed like Mr. Mahen's soul was being possessed," the woman's breath was wheezing.

"What's possessed?" gala's iris is perfectly rounded.

"SATAN'S JEALOUS!" answer spontaneously the woman who became Mahen's secretary.

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