The Dream Lover MR. Mobster
Part. 64_ warning
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The comedy stops, everything in the game comes out.
Ricis came out first followed by Arya who was embracing Nia, the sound of a standing ovation was heard, they all welcomed the angel helping children in the game.
Arya seemed unconcerned by all the amazed gazes of the people who saw her,
"take Chacha's own car, I'll take him in my car".
"good sir". replied Ricis who could only obey Arya without daring to refute
actually Ricis feels guilty but whatever Arya's punishment to him later, Ricis will accept the important thing when Nia is out of the vehicle of the game.
"step! ". drive Arya
as soon as everyone gave way, the owner of the Wahana ran after Arya and apologized profusely to Arya and Nia for the accident in his Wahana game.
Arya is silent with her cold face that looks creepy to the owner of the game, afraid Arya will close her Rides until it falls bankrupt.
"was quiet? ". asked Arya stroking Nia's head
Nia looked at Arya's blue-eyed bead, "sorry sister..! I was really bored in the Apartment so I asked Ricis to invite me to play, unexpectedly I. ", explained Nia timidly.
Arya shook her head, "i'll make an E-Zone game for you later in the Apartment, don't think about anything right now".
Nia frowned but did not dare to ask again, honestly she was still a little traumatized by the incident but there was no way she showed it to Arya, maybe the husband and his master did not allow him to play rides anymore.
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Arya brought Nia back to the MattGroup Company Building, Nia did not dare to refuse because seeing the cold face and silence of Arya made Nia afraid to just protest.
Nia ran small following Arya's wide stride which made Nia a little difficult to equalize her steps with Arya.
"continue Meeting! ". Arya said it briefly to the Secretary who was at the front desk of her room.
"good sir". replied the two Secretaries of Arya obediently
Nia smiled clumsyly at the two sexy and beautiful women who were saluting her.
"Sister? ". call Nia to one of the beautiful women
"can I help you, Miss? ". he asked politely
"is there a cold drink? s. I'm so thirsty". asked Nia politely
aryan's two secretaries looked at each other not knowing what to say.
"quick in..! in a lot of drinks and snacks". Aryan Letters
Nia turned to Arya, Nia smiled happily finally Arya let out her sexy heavy voice, on the way to the MattGroup Company Arya did not speak at all until Nia was afraid and in the end Arya wanted to also talk to Nia.
Nia running small into Arya Room makes the two beautiful secretaries smile with the behavior of Nia who ran like a child there is no image of her as the wife of the ruler.
"keep talking..!" whisper of woman 1
"yes I know, I'm not talking at all".reply women 2
the two of them laughed giggling directly at their respective tasks.
"Sister? ". the great-grandson of Nia
"there..! ". show Arya
"what brother? ". asked Nia with a confused look on her face.
Arya walked up to the point and opened her special room, "there is a refrigerator, I have to wait for me here for 1 hour, Ricis will come and bring you lunch".
Nia nodded obediently while walking towards Arya, Arya left Nia without looking towards Nia at all.
Nia clucked in annoyance, "why not stroke my head? ". grumbled Nia who was used to being elus by Arya like a pet.
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"More? ". call Ricis bring lunch to Nia.
"Cis? ". call Nia seriously
Nia snorted, "not that".
"then what? ". ask Ricis
"why does Arya silence me? is Brother Arya angry because I play not careful?".
Ricis chuckled softly, "just mind you, where might Mr. Arya be mad at you".
"just what is my mind? Arya's sister was angry with me, she didn't smile at me, didn't stroke my head, Arya's sister was very different earlier".
Ricis laughed loudly, "don't think too much, Mr. Arya must be upset because of the incident that happened to you earlier".
"why indeed? it was just an accident anyways I'm fine why should silence me not even stroke my head". dumel Nia did not accept
seeing Nia's cute face bent wryly looks really funny, Ricis wonders where Arya got such a nice and adorable Wife like Nia.
when Nia was angry it looked cute so anyone who saw it would be anxious, how lucky Arya had a Wife like Nia and vice versa.
"you better eat? ". persuade Ricis
"hunger strike". answered Nia sniffly
Ricis was anxious to laugh at this time, going on a hunger strike but Nia was eating a light snack and a few packs of bread that had gone into her flat stomach.
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"Master? ". call Ricis carefully
"take him home, I have business". Arya breezes away from Ricis without seeing Nia.
"squealed.. Master don't want to see Nia for a second what? don't know if Nia will be angry if you ignore her.
sure enough when Ricis told Nia, the more tangled just the cute face of Nia.
"Right you not eat Nia? ". ask Ricis again
"don't want to! hunger strike". ketus Nia
Ricis scratches his head but follows Nia while carrying Nia Lunch (Geprek Crispy) who has not been touched at all by Nia.
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afternoon around 5pm.
Arya smirked to find Han who had just come out of the Hotel which was definitely not the MattGroup Hotel.
"eventually he also saw his right hand".Arya muttered with a thin grin.
brakh.
Han fell down when someone kicked him in the back,
"aach.. ". Han's moans tried to sit down and turned around wanting to get angry but seeing the culprit made Han fixated instantly.
"you think I can't find you? ". Arya approached with her mysterious cynical smile.
"T. Signore.. Aryans? b.. how can it be? ". great-granddaughter Han with a paled face.
"it's easy for me to find you". Aryans
Han sucked back, he did not expect to hide in the ant hole could be visited by Arya.
"where's your boss? ". asked Arya with a hardened jaw.
"..didn't know sir. We don't live 1 place". replied Han
"you think I'm a kind of kindergarten kid who can be lied to, huh? ". Arya pats her chest
"fine, 'cause your boss hides, let him hide, tell him not to be the coward who dares to terrorize women". Arya said coldly then turned around to leave Han without doing anything
"huhh..! my heart feels like it's going to come out". Han murmured with an irregular breath.
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