Secretary and Secret Baby
The Uninduced Heaven

...Before I give you an extra part, I promo a new work, may yaaah... The Uninduced Heaven... It tells the life of Shanshan the beautiful artist who has a life dilemma......

...It's a Btw race......

...In Shanshan's story I haven't spil, Axel has another child or not, let's not reduce the feeling when I give his extra part......

...And Alex's story, not so I split, I think I hunted the lahir if it split, it would be too complicated......

Chapter one....

Shanshan, a popular name that has been built from childhood. Shanshan, a boy who used to star in fantasy films, is now an adult.

20 Years old.

The pretty girl with the westernized face had a blue bead, almond eye frame, tiny plum lip shape, pointed nose, squeaky eyebrows, slightly chubby smooth cheeks.

Which if all the strokes of the beauty of the face were put together, reviewing a form of beauty is almost perfect for human size.

The body of the Spanish guitar is clearly printed behind an ivory white miniskirt and a soft pink blouse.

Shoes heels are also pink, in line with the color of the bag they carry. Straight mane of his mother's legacy, scattered down along the contortion of his lower back.

For make up, all sure, Shanshan does not wear a lot of make up scratches. The girl, she prefers skin care only.

A little touch of peach color on the lips, enough to make it a super special woman.

Beautiful swing of his legs winding in rhythm with the hips formed, all eyes fixed on the 167 cm high body.

Shanshan sat on the cafe chair that had been waiting for her for a long time.

Fragrant from brewed coffee with smoke still billowing, as well as bread that just came out of the toaster.

The pleasant aroma that emanates from this shop is quite relaxing to the mind.

His close greeting goes to Farah, Berg, and another friend named Aruna.

It is not without reason that they are gathered here, that Shanshan should discuss microbiological practices that she did not participate in yesterday.

Medicine became the university of his choice; and it was about to enter the seventh semester.

On the other hand, Shanshan also has a profession as an actress and model of several well-known brands.

After the course, Shanshan ulik returns from his best friends.

Here in California, Shanshan lives with her stepmother Caroline and her real father Alex.

While in Indonesia country of birth, Shanshan has Lilyana Bachir's biological mother and Axel: a stepfather whose affection has exceeded his own father.

"Whose bag is this?" Shanshan stared at the black backpack that was clad in thick books, as well as a bundle of prayer beads that gouged over it.

"Emyr" Berg replied. In English, they mostly speak.

"Where is the guy?"

"Shalat" said Farah. Of his many close friends in California, only Farah and Aruna are Muslim.

"Oh." Shanshan. Emyr is also Muslim, but not close and even impressed never say hello.

"Far, Berg, Run. I'll go home first."

Shanshan's gaze turned to the man who hurriedly packed the books and bags into her bag.

The three friends are said to be saying goodbye, while he is not at all seen.

"Shanshan has just come and you're straight home" said Farah. Berg and Aruna nodded. "Yes, your coffee hasn't come yet, has it?"

"I have a lot of business" said Emyr. He glanced slightly at Shanshan then turned cynically back.

Shanshan gave a rude snort, she got up from sitting after Emyr moved out with a hurried step.

How could there be an adult man who keeps avoiding him. And Emyr's bad behavior is pretty obvious to him.

"Heh, who, Emyr!" Actually Shanshan knew the name of the young man, but the prestige made him not want to look familiar.

"You're why the hell?"

"Is there a problem?"

"You hate me?" cecar Shanshan's. How many times did Emyr take his eyes off her, and that was quite offending to her.

"No" replied Emyr. Unconcerned, Emyr opened his car door, then went in and sat in the steering wheel.

"Then?" Shanshan held the door open so it wouldn't close. "Why is it that whenever there's me, you just walk away?"

Emyr sighed tampa staring. "You're overreacting to think I have a problem with you" she argued.

"Bullshitz," Shanshan's discord, the corner of her lips drew a grim grin. "You sure you don't want to look at me, huh?"

"Astaghfiullah!" Emyr mentioned when the beautiful girl grabbed her cheeks to be faced with her chest.

A moment later, Emyr's gaze returned to any direction. And it made Shanshan cluck her tongue.

"You think I'm a demon?" resounding. "I was even crowned Miss Diamond, you know, all my limbs, expensive assets!"

Emyr chuckled like a sneer. "Diamonds must be expensive, but most women are proud when they are seen as equal to pebbles at no price."

"What?" Shanshan. The door of the car was closed without him noticing. He fell silent with a thousand slurred language and a rough swearing in his mind.

"Shan's." Farah's clap hit his shoulder.

"Look at him!" Shanshan pointed to the growling of Emyr's car that had passed. "So polite!"

"That's it." Berg mediates, he knows Shanshan's frustration is unfounded, but Emyr has been fine.

Well, but it might be an exaggeration for Shanshan, because every time Shanshan comes Emyr always suddenly leaves for no apparent reason.

Even the words of Emyr just now, quite imprinted on Shanshan's heart. What do Emyr's words mean?

"Gravel?"

This time Shanshan had to go to the cold young man's residence. He should clarify that he is not the same as gravel in the streets.

Despite her job as a model, Shanshan's skin is touched by the mischievous hands of men.

Not only because of the clothes that are open, he is equated with street pebbles that are stepped on foot full of sin.

"Love me the address!"

"Ngapain anyway?" Farah answered in wonder.

"Well, I'd like to see him tonight!"

{[<<>>]}

As planned, Shanshan comes to Emyr's apartment. Right in front of the door; for hours Shanshan was tightening, agitated she flipped through the swing of her legs.

Every now and then staring at the elevator, there might be a figure coming out of it. But no, three hours passed Emyr never came home.

Farah and Aruna are reporting that Emyr is still outside; taking care of the elderly who need medical help.

Emyr does have a pretty solid activity. In addition to diligent worship, the young man who is often called Gus, did not hesitate to provide help to people in need.

Until the time came, the elevator opened, and sure enough, a handsome figure with a height of 180 came out carrying a backpack next to his shoulder.

Shanshan looked at Emyr's face fixedly, if viewed as a whole, there was no minus of the man.

Nice jaws, lips do not smoke quite freshly viewed, sharp eyes highlight, firm clam eyebrows, as well as a real nose stem.

In his sane mind Shanshan admitted, he was being fascinated by the good looks of this cold man.

Instead of greeting, Emyr just indifferently continued his steps and entered the apartment without even scolding him.

Which has even been a very long time wasting precious time on unimportant things.

Shanshan clenched her tiny frown, apparently looking like a ghost in the pompous man's eyes.