Trapped in Love Widower Playboy
Trapped in Love Widow Playboy. 5

The knock of the pentophile shoes made Ayara aware of her meaningless daydream. He took the red wine glass available. Downing it until it runs out as a substitute for water that serves to encourage food.

Krittt's... The sound of a pull on the chair in front of him blew away the silent atmosphere in this VIP area. Ace sat his body on the chair, crossing his arms haughtily. Then looked at Ayara's face fixedly.

"You, who?" Ask Ayara with raised eyebrows. His hand turned again to the steak on his plate that was half left.

"not nobody. Just, can I sit here?" Ayara stopped her food bribing activities.

This is why he never likes to eat out in the open. Even though it's a VIP room. As long as it was not the privacy of the room, then the show never went smoothly.

"Please," answered Ayara flatly. He immediately tidied up his small backpack. Not to forget, he also brought his cell phone.

He sauntered away leaving Ace at that table alone. Arriving below, he pays a bill for his food. "I'm still hungry" he lamented.

Ayara reentered her car. Then it shot away from the restaurant area at high speed.

Ace kept staring at Ayara's car which sped away. Covering his face with his palm. Ace laughed loudly.

The people who saw him were a little confused by Ace's behavior. Likewise with Brian who waver, afraid Ace crazy.

"Master," Brian approached Ace cautiously.

"Haha..." Rubbing his face, Ace noticed his female food that had not even been touched by more than half. Yes, from now on Ace will claim the girl as his woman.

There is no specific reason. Perhaps, because of Ayara's similar impolite nature to him. Get Ace interested.

Or maybe, because the girl had left him twice. As if reminding Ace of Luciana who also left without words.

"You see that, Brian?" Ask Ace, who was immediately replied to a confused sleigh by Brian. "He's perfect!"

"Prepare cooperation with Pratama company. The best way to get close to the girl, is her greedy father" he said full of lyrics.

Unlike Ace who looks excited because it will get a new toy. At the previous table, Joselyn clasped tightly onto her palm.

The anger, not accepting that being defeated so easily by a little girl made him feel annoyed. "I won't let you out of my grasp, Ace. Just look!" His determination is full of ambition.

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Doni threw his body onto the living room sofa. Nibbling his temples that feel dizzy because of problems he made himself.

Bramantyo, father of Doni. Sit down on the sofa. Look at the face of his son who looks crumpled. Bram laughed loudly.

"You're sorry now?" He asked while sucking his cigar comfortably.

"Pa, what good." Doni dodged, there was no way he could be honest that he regretted having acted carelessly.

His feelings that he thought were just feelings of being used to being together. Apparently not. Now that he realized, it was a real love for Ayara.

His heart refused to turn to another girl. But what else could he do. Rice has become porridge. He had already plunged into a deep lake, if Ayara as a float holder did not give permission. Then for free he tried to swim back to the edge.

"Ayara is a good girl. Well, even though papa admits the association is pretty wild. But papa's sure, that she's still a good girl."

"Reina herself how? Are you the first?" Bram asked suddenly.

Uhuk... Uhuk... Tia who had just returned from the kitchen, while drinking her orange juice. Suddenly coughing and choking at her husband's question.

"Father! How is that."

"Tau ni, Ma. Papa if you say no in the filter first like coconut milk." Adu Doni to his mother.

"You too, Doni. You either want to be first or not. What use? Reina was just Ayasa. It won't be profitable at all," Tia's lick turned to Doni.

"Well, Mom!"

"What's? Right, Pa. It was good that the future daughter-in-law of Mama was Araya. Beautiful, kind, smart, slang again. He's a complete package, Doni. How the hell are you!"

Although Reina gave her sanctity to Doni by force. Compared to Ayara. They are like heaven and earth.

Ayara who is good at self-care, good at socializing. In contrast to Reina who is more quiet, and introverted. Prefer to play with cooking utensils in the kitchen, rather than dressing yourself.

"Well, if Aya has to cook too. Then what's the point of a housekeeper?"

"Alright, Ma. You too, Don. It's your fault, you have to take responsibility. Although papa and mama have not been able to accept Reina completely. But she's still your own choice of wife." Bram is wise.

Tia snorted at the words of her husband. And then it goes from there.

"Regarding Reina. Doni was first for Reina, Pa. Papa's right, it's Doni's fault completely." Lirih. He rubbed his hair rough until it was messy.

His guilt was getting more and more shackled. Meanwhile, his longing for Araya is getting mountainous.

"Papa believes in you" said Bram, patting his son's shoulders encouragingly.

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Arrive home, as usual. He saw Aunt Dance-her mother Reina was directing some art to clean the house.

"Well, you're home, baby," Sulastri said softly.

Ayara nodded at him. Step foot into the kitchen. He saw Reina baking dry cookies.

Dozens of jars with the brand logo 'Twin cake' was neatly arranged on the table. Reina is independent, even at the age of 18 years. Reina has opened a cake business with her own brand.

Unlike Ayara who has always been pampered since childhood. He never knew it was hard to make money. He only knows theory, because his brain is smart in absorbing lessons.

Accutance, and tactics conquer investors. He studied all the science of big business. Because he was indeed taught to be the heir to F'A Construction.

But, if only they fell before Ayara inherited it. And had to rise from below. Then what should he do?

His affection for Reina, can even defeat the hatred of having been betrayed.

"Tomorrow instead of you marrying-" said Ayara suddenly.

Prangs...

Reina who was flipping the cake on the oven pan was shocked. The cakes fell, and fell apart. Even the roasted pan that just came out of the oven hit his leg.

"Ah... Sorry, Ay. A-I'll sort it out soon." he said stammered. Reina lowered her head inside. He picked up the messy cake carefully.

Look at Reyna's trembling body. Ayara approached the girl. Sit down and pick up the cake in silence.

He doesn't want to apologize. Or say a word to Reina. But her little heart felt pain looking at this kind of Reina.

The girl even decided to quit college because she felt guilty about her father. If it wasn't for his father forbidding. Perhaps by this time, Reina and her mother had come out of this house. Because of a feeling called 'guilty'.

"Obati your feet. I don't want to say bad because it's bad for you!" Ketus Ayara's.

Reina's crying voice was getting louder. Feeling claustrophobic, Ayara got up from there. "Bring a p3k box, Rei!" He told an art man who accidentally ran into him.

Arrive on the stairs. Ayara was crying. Sulastri was silent, he was like an immovable log.

A stifling cry sounded from both directions. From his biological daughter, and from a niece he already considered to be his own daughter.

"Why did you become like this" Sulastri said slowly. The middle-aged woman had only dodged the two.

Deep misunderstandings can't just be solved. Reina is the victim, Ayara is also the victim. Haaa... If only Sulastri could. He was eager to kill the mastermind of the breakdown of harmonious relations in this house.

Who else wouldn't it be, Doni. The son of a bitch who raped and threatened his daughter. And that jerk who betrayed his nephew as girlfriend, and a potential fiancee.

"It's my fault, too. It's my fault I didn't notice my own daughter's condition." Heather, stroking the chest. Trying to be patient with his mounting anger to immediately finish off Doni. As the doer of all.