The Prisoner Girl of Psychopath
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In a room full of paintings....

The man stood facing a framed photo attached to the wall.The photo of a dashing man in a black suit who looked so similar to him.

That's a picture of his father.Aryan Tama.The man who died twenty years ago in the hands of Bertha, the woman he just wanted to expel.

ceklek....

door open.

Adinda came to enter the room that she had visited when Adrian first brought her to this house before the incident happened to throw Dinda to the side of the road.With a cup of coffee in his hand, he said,the woman walked into the roar that used to be where master William spent his time'.

Adinda put the coffee on a small table there.Dinda who had started to calmly walk closer to Adrian.

the seettt..

Adinda hugged the handsome man from behind.He stuck his head on Adrian's sturdy back while inhaling the scent of her husband's body.His hands were moved to touch the two chest chunks of the field of the man he loved so much.

"sorry" he said

Adrian who had begun to subside his emotions was turned around.He guided Adinda's slender body into his arms.

"i'm the one who's sorry.I can't control my emotions Din." he said, gently rubbing his wife's long hair.

"sorry, I snapped you.Sorry, it made you cry." he said.

Adinda did not answer.He tightened his embrace on the man.

Adrian pecked Dinda's head repeatedly.He really felt guilty for yelling at the woman earlier.

Adrian distanced his body.He cupped Adinda's face and then kissed the tiny lips soft.

"Where stable?" ask Adrian.

"in the back room" he said.

Adinda understands that Adrian certainly will not want to hear the name of Miss Ela, so he only mentioned the back room, where his mother-in-law is now.

Adrian smiling.

"i made breakfast first mas..abis this I want to make a cake.ada the order problem"

"do you have a photo shoot today?"

"tomorrow mas.but earlier Marco said he wanted to play here he said"

Adrian just nodded.

"you call Nabil gih.make it here.I want to play with him"

"yes.." he said.

Adinda rushed to leave the place to call Nabila and make breakfast.

...****************...

Somewhere....

On a swing chair on the balcony of a house that is quite luxurious.

The white man looks to smile his own smile while occasionally sliding the screen of his phone.Marco is currently busy stalking the Instagram account of a sweet dimpled girl named Naya who turns out to be the daughter of an ustadz in the his hometown Adinda.Pantas course he was so shy, always lowered his gaze when meeting Marco.Besides his way of speaking is also so smooth.

I don't know.there is a sense of interest in Marco in the girl who looks pious.

Marco exited the instagram application, then headed to the WhatsApp application.He looked for the name 'Princess' there.One of Adinda's friends that he still keeps his mobile number.Padahat initially he asked for the phone number Naya right...even the princess who likes to give her number.

"Daughter.." he wrote.

Marco waited long enough, waiting for a reply from the hijab girl.

tingg.....

1 incoming message.

*Daughter

"yes..who?"

"this is Marco.their order is Dinda"

"oh..iya...there's a mas..."

"where are you?"

"at home..."

"not with Dinda's mother?"

"no mas..bus again the same Naya now*"

Marco reflex surged from his seat.....

With the spirit of four-five he re-typed something.

"*ooh..sadly very..ada who wants me to talk to his mother Dinda...importantly the problem.I can ask for his hp number Naya not"

"what's wrong?Dinda's good, right?"

"Dinda good really...cuma again someone else wants me to say aja..can you ask for Naya's number now.so I rush this"

"oh.iya mas can*"

tingg...

1 incoming message...

The man reflexively jumped and threw his bo*ong into the small sofa that was on the balcony of his room.

Marco chuckles.

"it's always pretty." she said with a smile looking at the photo of the green flops that became Naya's profile photo.

love is blind friend🤣🤣

With a jarring spirit Marco immediately touched the video button there.So the video call connection was connected between himself and the owner's number buriq sandal.

"hello.." said Naya from across the street.

Marco smiled broadly at the sweet woman's face with a short distance away.

"don't you know wonge seh?" said Naya plain

("no one, anyway?)

Yep....Marco deliberately pointed his phone at the rear camera, so that what is seen on the screen of Naya's cell phone is currently just one plant in a pot that is in the corner of Marco's balcony room.

"who is this hello?where's your face?" ask Naya.

Marco chuckles.cute him too.

"iki sopo so fad.." said Naya grumbled.

"hello...this is who the hell...no interest in talking about?if not the intention of saying no matiin lo..gangguin people again breakfast only" he said while scooping rice in front of him.

Marco changed the camera mode to the front camera, so now the face of his look is on the screen of Naya's phone.

The girl glared.For a moment she found it hard to swallow food in her mouth.

"haloo.assalamu alaikum" Marco said with a sweet smile.

Naya was wrong.

"salam was answered by mbak.." said Marco again.

"emm...iya.assalamu alaikum.eh.mean Wa alaikum salam.." said Naya so nervous make Marco smile more anxious.

"what else?"

Naya.

"breakfast mas.."

Marco smiled.

"again at Dinda's mother's house?"

"i.iya mas.."

"his mother Dinda who the hell is his name.forget me.."

"lastri mas's mother..."

"oh..bu Lastri..if your father?"

Naya scrunched her forehead.

"why my father?"

"pengen tau aja.kan let's know the prospective in-laws" said Marco while closing his lips at the end of the sentence.

Naya's face turned red.

"don't eat it?continue dong.."

"mas what do I need my phone for?" ask Naya.

"not what.iseng aja.." said Marco.

"how's the test?"

"surf mas"

"Alhamdulillah..."

Naya kept her head down.

"where are you planning to go to college?"

"do not know yet..."

Marco just nodded.Now he became confused himself.You want anything more?the girl only answered as necessary.he ran out of chat material.

"sorry mas..does anyone want to be asked?I want to go to the kitchen.If you still want to chat..I call ibuk ya..biar chat with mother"

"oh..no need..matiin just not what.ntar when we video call an again" said Marco.

Again the woman just nodded while continuing to look down.

"gue matiin yes.assalamu alaikum"

"wa aleikum salam."

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