Billionaire's Secret Son-in-law
Acute Frustration!

...Without us knowing, excessive worry is one factor because the heart has been imprinted on behalf of the man you love....

...~JBlack...

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"Aufa, Son. You're not awake yet?" A voice that has been heard several times from the front door.

The sound was almost half an hour gone. However, the empu or figure who is being called is still busy coiled with a blanket and warm bed.

He even purposely covered his ears using a pillow so that the sound did not continue to bother him. Honestly he was sleepy, only a few minutes he fell asleep after a few days he could not close his eyes.

Yeah, after the bar incident three days ago. Aufa can't sleep. Even he was careless with his own phone because the figure he was waiting for reportedly never contacted him.

Abraham was lost to the earth. The woman was forgotten by the man forever.

"Aufa, Honey. Wake, Son!" Call Mama

Bela who is unabashed charcoal.

Aufa. He threw a pillow that covered his ears and put away the blanket that covered his body.

"Yes. Aufa wake!"

The woman turned around. He who was originally lying face down was now staring at the ceiling of the room. Her breath is so tight. I don't know why he really misses Abraham.

"Where the hell are you!" He then wiped away the tears that accidentally dripped.

This can't happen. He had to ask his papa. Slowly, Aufa immediately went to the bathroom. He cleaned himself up before finally going down to the first floor.

"Finally you go down, son," said Mama Bela as Aufa set foot on the first floor.

"Where is it, Ma?" Ask Aufa to the point.

"Why does Papa keep being sought?" Said Bela with a frown.

"Because Aufa needs Papa, Ma" said Aufa impatiently.

"Your father is in the back garden. He's working out there.. Aufa!"

Mama Bela shook her head. Not finished yet he answered. His daughter ran away first.

Aufa thought nothing. What she had in her brain right now was that her father must have known where her husband was. The girl ran hard.

He looked to the right and to the left saw the back garden which was indeed so wide. He was looking for the whereabouts of his papa who turned out to be under the shade tree.

"Father!" Shouted Aufa with a small run there.

He's impatient. I can't wait to ask you about Abraham.

"Good morning, beautiful Princess Papa," Papa Akmal said with a smile.

"Do you know where Abraham is now?" Aufa asked directly which made Papa Akmal frown.

"Why Papa's greeting is not answered. Ask Abraham?" Papa Akmal said lethargicly.

"Ehhh no, Pa," Sela Aufa quickly.

The little girl hugged her papa and gave a short kiss on the cheek that already looked aged.

"Good morning too, dear Papa," Zelia replied with a wide smile.

"You, if you have any desire, you must be like Papa" said Papa Akmal, who made Aufa laugh.

But what his father said was true. If he has his will or he has something to want, he will be spoiled by the figure of his papa.

"What do you want?" Papa Akmal asked after taking his daughter to sit on one of the park chairs.

Aufa tilted her body. He looked at the figure of his papa who was rubbing his neck with a small towel.

"Do you know where Abraham is now?"

"Why, hmm?"

"Click, Pa. Answer. Where's Abraham?"

"Why do you want to know where your husband is, son?"

"Because of Au. "Aufa spontaneously stopped his speech.

He could not have said he missed Abraham. He couldn't have said it honestly because Aufa was sure her Papa would laugh yes.

"You miss your husband, don't you?"

"No!" Said Aufa quickly. "Who misses the same guy sucks like him!"

"If you don't miss. So why ask him where?" Papa Akmal said that he made aufa swallow his saliva forcibly.

"Aufa just. "Jose by thinking of the right answer. "Aufa just wants to know. Yes, I want to know!"

"If you want to know. Yes already. Wait for him to come home. He called Papa saying he'd be late to pick you up. The work was extended" Papa Akmal said quickly.

"What!" Screeched loudly on Aufa.

"Yes. He said that to Papa, " Papa Akmal said and stood up. "Papa's come in."

"Pa!" Shouted Aufa chasing after her papa. "When did Abraham call, Papa?"

The beautiful girl in shorts and t-shirts matched her papa footsteps. He walked beside Papa Akmal.

"So early in the morning."

"He's Papa's own phone?" Ask Aufa to know.

"Yes. He called Papa himself!" Papa Akmal said then stopped his steps.

He looked at his daughter who still looked surprised. His arm in arm slowly rubbed Aufa's head of money making the girl look up.

"Please your heart first, son. Find the real answer there!" Papa Akmal said ambiguously before he left leaving Aufa who was still standing there.

The girl couldn't believe that Abraham could call her papa but didn't call her. What kind of a man is that!

"Telfon Papa can! His wife's own phone can't! Truly a disobedient husband!" Umpat Aufa was irritated while stomping his feet. "I won't forgive you!"

Aufa entered the house with a pouting face. He was really upset and made him not look to the right and to the left.

"Geez!" Call Mama Bela who makes the woman inevitably have to stop her steps.

"Yes, Ma?"

"Why is your face pouting gini?" Asked Mama Bela who was replied with a wry smile by Aufa.

"Sir papa. What's Mama calling?"

"Later tonight Papa and Mama were invited to Papa's colleague's interview. You're coming along, "Take Mama Bela with a smile.

Aufa looks lazy. He shook his head in refusal.

"Take Brother, Ma."

"Your sister has a college assignment. He can't, son. You come with yah. Want to! Accompany Mama!" Persuade Mama Bela who made Aufa exhale rough.

He really can't resist when it's this fashion. His mother seemed to want him to come along and inevitably. Loving to dislike, Aufa nodded her head.

"Yes. Aufa's coming!"

Mama Bela smiled so widely. She kissed her daughter's cheeks and straightened her hair.

"Thank you, honey. Beautiful dandan tonight. Mama has called Mama's makeup subscription to come here," said Mama Bela who made Aufa just nodded.

He has no taste. He also had no interest in his mother's conversation. For now in his head is filled only about Abraham, Abraham and Abraham.

Aufa finally walked back to her room. He stared ahead, standing on the balcony of the room letting his hair move in the wind.

"What is this thing called love? Am I really in love with my husband who is just a mechanic?"

~Connected