Wedding of the Eldest Princess and the Bungsu Son
A Revenge

A woman got out of her car, she came back after this one year of avoiding this town. Suddenly a man appeared from behind, staring at the girl who was still silent in place. His goal is to finish what he has planned, revenge, heartache, obsession. Everything seems to be united within him.

"Why?"

"Gue helped you escape yesterday, now's the time to make a plan to complete revenge just as girls don't know themselves."

"Jela Jela, we just arrived. Chill, don't be in a hurry. A great plan must be thought through carefully. We're waiting for the right time to do everything."

"Yon! I can't wait, I don't like. Anyway, find the right time, do not let your disguise be uncovered! Because you're still a fugitive!" Jela Sweat.

"Yes." Yeah."

"But inget, don't lo lukain Gala. I just want to give a warning and a lesson for girls not to know themselves let him stay in the Gala. I want to know if I don't care. The important thing is Gala belongs to me."

Dion chuckles. " You still obsessed with Gala? Even if Abel stayed in he lo dapet bekasan. What's so special about Gala? I want to finish both."

"Staph! I've been helping you all this time, if you lukain Gala I'll never help you again!"

"No promise, my business is also the same Gala and not the same girl doang," said Dion.

"Don't care, just a little lukain he I report to the police if now you are in Indonesia, here!" Threaten Jela.

Dion Abiseka, one year ago managed to escape from this city thanks to the help of his cousin. A past grudge that required her to go to a rehabilitation center, inflicting her own hatred on Abella who was trying to harass her during Junior High School. Dion was tortured by several people and made him live like a prison and his last meeting with Abell made him a fugitive. He must avenge her and Jela. This time he will make sure that all his plans go smoothly.

While Jela she harbors hatred for losing because of Abel. After that night his parents exiled him to London. His father's business is threatened with bankruptcy because of the loss of billions of rupiah. Jela will not forget that day.

A woman came out of her house to see her daughter, who was now home. The woman hugged and kissed her daughter. She had long been separated from her daughter because of her husband's punishment. Now she is happy that her daughter is back. "Jela, honey. Mom misses you so much."

Jela returned her mother's embrace. "Mom, I miss you too much. Don't let papa fly me to London again. I want to be here."

Sena - her mother nodded. "Yes dear, so after this you do not act rashly again huh. Change, huh, son? So that Mom can always defend you."

Jela nodded in understanding. He will not repeat the same mistake. But giving a small lesson won't be fatal right? Moreover, he just wanted to play around. He made sure everything would go smoothly without impacting him again.

After the conversation they all went into the house, for a while Dion would stay here first if possible later Jela would help buy an apartment for Dion.

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Abella's pregnancy is now 4 months old. His days are now not too lonely during the Gala work. He routinely invites the baby in his womb to talk. As of now, she was sitting on the sofa facing the big window, enjoying the falling rain grains while chattering with her son.

Abel stroked his stomach which now looked enlarged. "Darling it's raining today, you know it's raining? Rain is water that falls from the sky. You can see it from heaven, right? I love the rain because the rain teaches me to be strong. He willingly fell many times to earth without ever hating the heavens, he would always return there."

"If you were born, you should be that person, baby. Must be a good man, must not be bad. Must be rich gini aja rich henchmen in the belly of mama." Abel smile.

Suddenly he felt a movement from his stomach. Abel smiled more and more, is this the response of his son in there. "Oh you're horrified mama ya, the pinter of mama's son. Yes, you have to get rich. Want to smell the taste, but mama can't kiss you, baby. Later, let papa kiss."

The rain stopped and a voice came from the door. Abel stood up and saw who was coming. His eyes narrowed when he saw Gala coming and some of the artisans who entered brought things.

Gala directed the handyman to the room opposite their room. That's the right room, if above Abel will be difficult later.

Gala approached Abel and hugged him, slowly smearing at the top of his wife's head. "Involuntarily, I asked the handyman to paint Baby Jiel's room. Put on wallpaper too."

Abel sighed, there was indeed just the behavior of the Galaxy. "But the baby is still small, there is still time. It can be done on the weekend."

"Can't baby, I saw a nice baby room on Instagram and we should have a baby too. Let her be cool," said Gala innocently.

Abel just resigned. Trying to teach because this is their first child. Although he thinks it is too excessive because the age of the womb is still 4 months. "Judah, set how you want."

Gala smiled and asked Abel to sit on the sofa. Slowly he rubbed Abel's stomach which was now quite large. "Darling you cravings, how come you've never had cravings? I also want rich people who follow his wife's will if she craves."

"I don't want anything, Gala. What do you want?" Abel asked not to understand.

"Yes what is that? Icekrim in America, meatballs in Jakarta or want to see me go up to the Eiffel Tower too I follow. Ayok cravings," pinta Gala.

"Well you should be cool if I don't want much, why would I want to crave the rich freaks that try?" Abel laughed at Gala's request.

"Because it's strange, you if you want anything don't get arrested. No cravings, my assistant his wife cravings every day. It was only 2 months pregnant" Gala said.

"That's not cravings, just want and aji mumpung. His cravings every day. The baby does not want much, especially baby Jiel is good. Isn't that right, Baby?" Abel smiled, a second later he felt the movement back on his stomach as if the baby was responding again.

Abel held Gala's hand and danced her where she had felt. "You're Rasain, he's moving."

Gala changed her position to kneel before Abel. "Where?"

"He moved that way, twice. If I talk about him, he's a powerful response" Abel said.

Gala meciumi Abel's. "You're shy, are you the same papa? Yaudah gapapa, but must inget said papa. Don't make you sick, baby? Gotta be a good boy, if you want anything say it to mama. Let papa buyin."

Gala felt a slight movement in Abel's stomach, but it was not hard, long enough she moved suddenly like there was a small tentgan there. Gala was shocked and happy.

"Darling, he kicked it. Hahahaha, he was horrified by the words of his father or want to play?" Said Abel. But he was a little nauseous when he got a small kick from the baby, but not severe.

"At that I was still shocked, kicking him in his forehead stomach at the feeling. I'm really cool, honey," said Gala.

"I told you that our son was obedient, he could respond to his papa mama," said Abel softly.

"Surely he's a guy, he kicked because he wants to take his dad to play ball" Gala guessed.

"No, Gal. I want a girl, so I can dance. Girls clothes are funny, rich Kanya the same Cia," Abel said shook his head.

"Cowok first, honey. The second child is a new girl, so I can take care of his sister later. Let's play shootings with me, continue to wrestle his mother," said Gala.

"Just a girl, Gal."

"Cowok, Bell."

"Ck, girl!" Abel insists.

And yes, that afternoon they spent with their child's gender debate.