Wild Wife The CEO
Chapter 100 Season 2

"Ah, we should enjoy this snack first, mungpung tea is still warm," asked Mr. Hasri to shift the curiosity of the Dragon about the problem he now feels.

Feeling unsuccessful at extracting information from her papa, Naga followed her Papa enjoying a warm tea and snack in the afternoon.

Day changes, day becomes night. After this dinner, Mr. Hasri and Bu Hilsa went straight into the room, Dragon and Zila too. While Hilda since her return was from her friend's house, until it was time for dinner until it was finished, did not want to go out of the room. Despite being persuaded by her own mother, Hilda did not want to leave the room. Finally, Bu Hilsa told Bi Rani to bring food into her room.

Mr. Hasri immediately laid his body on the bed. Since his discovery in Hilda's room about the WA message sent by Nagi the nephew whose contents for Mr. Hasri are very astonishing.

Mr. Hasri is still not convinced by the WA message, he wants to deny it. But the message was indeed from Nagi to Hilda, who hinted that between the two of them had a special relationship in addition to affection for cousins who had been familiar since childhood.

Mr. Hasri had actually suspected the desire of the Dragon who had taken him to the balcony of his study. The dragon deliberately wanted to extract info from him. But Mr. Hasri did not want to tell anyone about his discovery, except for his wife Hilsa.

Not long after, Ms. Hilsa started to climb into the bed following her husband. Bu Hilsa looked at her husband who looked still moody and agitated.

"Well, if you may know what is weighing on Papa's mind at this time, it seems that since Papa from Hilda's room, Papa turned moody and agitated. So, what really happened?" Ms. Hilsa tried to extract information from her husband.

Mr. Hasri finally wanted to tell me about his discovery in Hilda's room. "The father opened the WA message from Nagi to Hilda because Hilda was sleeping. Out of curiosity Papa was forced to open the message that turned out to be from Nagi." Hasri remained silent for a moment before continuing.

"It turns out Nagi and Hilda our children have been in a relationship, seen from the WA pesam sent Nagi our children who call affection with a friendly, affectionate, then at the end of the sentence Nagi apparently plans to marry Hilda four years later where our son has graduated from college" explained Mr. Hasri with a blank look.

Ms. Hilsa, who heard the shocking news, was shocked and did not expect her son to be in a relationship with his cousin.

"Then what should we do, Dad? Does Papa agree Nagi is with our daughter? Why should Hilda choose Nagi, have they not been affectionate since childhood, but why are they now in love?" Bu Hilsa was astonished by her son and Nagi's love behind them.

"Papa does not yet know what action we should take. What is important for now is that we better pretend not to know. Over time Papa feels their relationship will not be long. And it seems this is the reason Hilda refused us a match," concluded Mr. Hasri closed his conversation with the wife who was increasingly agitated at the news that her beloved daughter was in love with her cousin.

"It turns out Nagi and Hilda our children have been in a relationship, seen from the WA pesam sent Nagi our children who call affection with a friendly, affectionate, then at the end of the sentence Nagi apparently plans to marry Hilda four years later where our son has graduated from college" explained Mr. Hasri with a blank look.

Ms. Hilsa, who heard the shocking news, was shocked and did not expect her son to be in a relationship with his cousin.

"Then what should we do, Dad? Does Papa agree Nagi is with our daughter? Why should Hilda choose Nagi, have they not been affectionate since childhood, but why are they now in love?" Bu Hilsa was astonished by her son and Nagi's love behind them.

"Papa does not yet know what action we should take. What is important for now is that we better pretend not to know. Over time Papa feels their relationship will not be long. And it seems this is the reason Hilda refused us a match," concluded Mr. Hasri closed his conversation with the wife who was increasingly agitated at the news that her beloved daughter was in love with her cousin.

The next week Marisa gets an annual leave from the company where she works which she just took this year. Marisa has no vacation plans. However, due to the insistence of her sister, Marqisa who invited her for a vacation, Marisa finally filled her break with a vacation to a beach in West Java, namely Pangandaran Beach.

Marisa and Marqisa decided to leave by boarding a travel service that can take her to the destination. With permission from both her parents, Marisa and Marqisa finally leave.

"We went on holiday first, yes, Mom, sir. Assalamualaikum," both sides are compact.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, you are careful there, may you be safe on the way," said Ms. Mariam as she waved her hand in the accompaniment of Mr. Maryana who also waved for her two daughters.

The journey to Pangandaran beach is quite long, about approximately 7.5 hours. All of that is traversed by travel with various obstacles, namely jammed and queued when on the toll.

"Finally up, after a long journey" muttered Marqisa, slamming her body on a middle-class hotel mattress. His face up to the ceiling of the hotel enjoying the cool air-conditioned room.

"Come, let's enjoy the welcome drink from the hotel, brother is thirsty," take Marisa a few minutes ago when one of the hotel waiters delivered two drinks to the room occupied by Marisa and Marqisa.

"Well, fresh," said Marqisa, holding the cup over her mouth. Marina shook her head with the silly behavior of the sister who spent her drink until the toilet so that it was ridden in her mouth.

"Come, before we take a walk on the beach, we better take a shower first. Then after that we have lunch," said Marisa took her sister to take a shower before a walk.

"Ihhh, what the hell is Qis, you want to dance a widower here? We're having fun again not looking for a widower. You're a widower, aren't you?" sergeant Marisa to Marqisa who he thought was speaking carelessly.

"The young are not for me, brother. But for the widow's five-year-old brother, ehehehehe," he threw himself into the bathroom of the hotel for fear of being crushed by a pillow by the older brother.

"Huhhhh, Marqisa, I am a five-year-old widow, mocked. Watch out, yes, know the taste later," he was annoyed to see his sister running towards the bathroom.

After the two of them took a bath and dressed up as simple city girls, they both immediately exited the hotel room and locked the hotel door with a card.

They walked together, Marisa was in front while receiving a phone call from her mother. While Marqisa was behind him while her eyes were clearly enjoying the atmosphere of the hotel hallway. For a moment Marqisa was stunned as her eyes headed for hotel room number 109. From that door came an adult man she knew with a little boy about five years old.

"Mas Raka, it looks like it's Mas Raka. Ah, that's right Mas Raka." Marqisa guessed while observing the adult man who had just come out of the hotel room of the tourist spot. Marqisa believes the little boy with her is the son of the man she calls Mas Raka, her former sister-in-law five years ago.

"Mas Raka must have been on a vacation to this beach with his wife. Well, it's bad that Sister Marisa found out and met Mas Raka. The cold war address will start again."

"Qisa, hurry dong, catfish terribly!" Marisa reminded her sister who was still stunned to observe the adult man she saw earlier. Marqisa ran a little towards her older sister.

On the beach, they both enjoyed it. Chasing like ABG and playing sand. Sometimes the waves of the beach that put up the waves are pursued by Marqisa with her distinctive coquettish laughter.

"Sister Risa, my photo, yes, if the waves have been installed. Take a picture of him when I jump, yeah." Marqisa gave direction to her brother like the Photographer. Marisa just nodded slowly, forced to follow her sister.

"Come, sister, we take a photo together for help from the coffee shop's mother," he pointed to a mother-mother of the coffee seller on the beach. Marisa agrees and tries to ask the coffee seller's mother for help.

"Snap, snap." They managed to take some photos by the mother of the beach coffee seller.

"Thank you, yes, ma'am" said Marisa while looking at the shots of the coffee seller's mother. Marisa seemed to smile when she saw the results of the photo of the mother, she was amazed by the good results of the photo.

"Well, that's great, brother. It turns out that the mother of the coffee seller was good at taking pictures that fit, huh? The result is beautiful too." Marqisa praised the shots of the coffee maker's mother. Marisa was also very satisfied with the results of the mother's shots.

"Come, brother, let's go to the hotel room, I want to boker." Suddenly Marqisa complains about shitting.

"Here alone, even kebelet if you have to go to the hotel first. Come, hurry. It's in front of the toilet, you're there, the boker," Marisa said to a signpost. Marisa did not argue, she immediately rushed towards the toilet.

Marisa who was bored had to wait a long time for her brother, prank she took a walk to the park around the hotel where they were staying. The garden at this hotel is dominated by almost 90% flowering plants, in addition to fragrant and beautiful Marisa is very fond of the flowers. There are Dahlia and Zinitia flowers and others.

As Marisa was about to step towards the dahlia, suddenly a little boy crossed the got that separates the garden and the road, exactly four meters in front of Marisa. Unfortunately, the child's feet did not reach the ground level, because his legs were short, then his feet rested in the wrong place that is the sewer or got, so that the danger was inevitable. And the sound of the boy's screams and Marisa's screams simultaneously sounded.

"Awwww," cried the boy.

"Awasss," cried Marisa in shock as she ran towards the child who had fallen into the got one meter deep.

The little boy stretched out in tears, Marisa called out to him as she reached out her hand. But it seemed like the child's legs were sprained so that they could not stand up. With a high sense of compassion, Marisa finally went down into the got to help the little boy ride.

"Little sister, let's help. Big sister just carry, yes, because it looks like your leg is hurting," Marisa reached out her hand. The little boy could only nod while grimacing.

Marisa held the little boy, then prepared to climb the one meter tall got. Because there was no grip that could help him hold on, Marisa finally decided to put the little boy first on the surface of the park.

"Come, you sit here first, Brother must lift his legs to the surface of this land," he said. As Marisa was about to ascend, suddenly a hand reached out for her help.