When My Wife Is No Longer Spoiled
The Princess and the Crown Prince

"Yes," Haikal replied flatly not liking the cruel man's presence.

The king felt strange about Haikal, they were business partners, usually the man greeted him kindly. But this time it looks different.

The face of a hostile look clearly plastered on Haikal's face made him uncomfortable. The king wanted to leave immediately, but when he saw the face of a toddler who was asleep in a haikal sling.

He was dumbstruck, like there was an inner bond between father and son. The king smiled sweetly at the sleeping toddler. Somehow he felt that his face was very similar to that of a toddler.

"This is your daughter?" asked the King not to take his gaze from there.

"This is my friend's son!" haikal's short reply made the King smile. His hand involuntarily stretched out wanting to caress the little angel's puffed cheek, but Haikal dodged.

"The cheeks are very sensitive." Haikal did not Sudi Raja touch Laila's hard-earned children the woman's birth and birth. Although he knew very well that the King was Riska's real father.

But the man was nothing more than a seed-planter. Moreover, he did not even want to admit Laila's son and drive the woman out of the apartment he bought for Laila, because he wanted to become a mistress.

Haikal had also heard Laila's original story, that the King himself had seduced her into becoming a mistress. It turns out that the relationship between the King and his wife was in trouble, almost divorced even, and stupid Laila wanted to be made an escape.

Back to the King who smiled awkwardly. He scratched his nape not itchy.

"Then excuse me, Mr. Haikal."

The king soon moved from there. He was too embarrassed due to Haikal's rejection, but in his heart kept wondering why his face was so similar to his.

"Ah may be just the same," muttered the King quietly in his heart.

Haikal stared coldly at the King's back which disappeared slowly from his reach.

"That was your father, son. But don't want to be with him Dad! Because he hurt your mother and abandoned you in the womb" whispered Haikal in Riska's sleeping ear.

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Haikal is in a fancy restaurant with Siska. He deliberately ordered a VVIP room, so that his wife could eat freely, because Siska had veiled.

This was where the two talked seriously about Laila. Women who once nearly ruined their households.

"Since when did you give Laila a living, Mas?" siska asked seriously after finishing her dinner.

"After divorcing from him. I gave her a monthly allowance of 7 million, because I was sorry, she was pregnant with twins, had no parents, husband or siblings. Moreover, he is just an honorary teacher whose salary is a little!" obviously Haikal had no intention of covering anything in front of his wife.

He had decided to always be honest with his wife so that their relationship was not strained. As before, due to misunderstandings that occur due to lack of honesty and lack of communication.

Siska nodded her head.

"I left home eleven months ago, as I recall you were divorced before I caught you. Means that if seven million a month, eleven times, then you've given 77 million to him for free!"

Siska said with a firm tone. Haikal understood, it seemed that the wife did not like it.

"You jealous? Angry that I gave her free money?" haikal asked no less seriously.

Siska quickly nodded her head.

"If as a wife, of course I'm jealous. Which wife is not jealous and angry, if her husband gives monthly rations to other women which is clearly not his responsibility.

"But, if I use the perspective of others who already know the reason you gave her a monthly ration, and also already know how Laila's dark past. I'm not jealous! The problem is, I'm not someone else, but I'm your wife?!"

"But I helped him because I was sorry, baby!" haikal stared into his wife's eyeballs.

"You married me also out of pity, Mom. And see .. Now you love me! At first it was just pity, now you love me!" stirring Siska quickly made Haikal shut up for a moment.

An idea flashed through Siska's mind. Talk to Haikal soon.

"Better steps, Mom. Instead of you giving him a monthly ration of 7 million per month, you better give business capital to him. Laila had two children, there was no way she could work in someone else's place, because she was a widow who supported her two children alone. With you give him business capital, at least he can open a business, while taking care of his own son as well."

"We help him find a strategic place of business so that his business is smooth. That way you and Laila are no longer in a relationship! There is no reason for you to communicate. Oh if there's anything important, it's enough for me to communicate with him! Done it?"

Siska explained at length, she did not want her husband to communicate too much with other women. Especially to give a monthly living that is clearly not the duty of Haikal.

However, Siska is also not an evil woman who could see the life of another woman is difficult. She knew it must be hard to be Laila, regardless of the woman ever being mean to her.

At least Laila is currently in the process of undergoing her karma. She also apologized directly to him.

"Alright, your proposal is also correct, dear. I'm sorry dad! I used to not think like this, because my mind was too mumet to think about when to go home!"

Haikal grasped Siska's hand gently making Siska smile sweetly. She was happy because for the first time after marriage Haikal accepted her idea. Haikal was always against all Siska ideas.

"Wanna dance with me?" invite Haikal romantically make Siska's cheeks blush.

"There is no music" Siska replied shyly.

Soon Haikal pulled out his phone, then he played some beautiful violin music.

The man got up and thrust his hand towards Siska with great dignity.

"Will the princess dance with me?" haikal's pinta poetically made Siska unable to hold her lips to smile.

The woman raised her chin, in a graceful style she received a helping hand from Haikal.

"By pleasure, my Prince!" reply Siska smiled gracefully.

The two human children also danced like the princess and crown prince. The two of them smiled sweetly, their hearts pounding as if to become a melody of love.

"I love you so much, my wife. Forgive me for being late to realize this feeling, and thank you for coming home, even for so long!"

"No matter how many wounds you have inflicted on my heart, perhaps my tears if they were accommodated have become an ocean, for your weeping. But I don't know why your name still reigns in my heart, my husband. Thank you for replying to my love, even for so long!"

The two men did not speak, but their eyes told the story. Looking lovingly, lovingly and longingly.

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Just a question, My beautiful and sweet Mothers never dance with Mr Su? I wonder what her reality is.

If not, you can try occasionally to fool the relationship. But, if her husband is stiff like ice block, my advice is melt first, let's not cold anti-pass dance wkwkwkwkwk 🤣🤣

Seriate.

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