
Najwa sat in front of a round table where they argued and exchanged suggestions and inputs that took into account the words of his twin sister, "It is also true what Nathan said if you have to face two choices better choose Mama Alisha than the woman of luck nut," Najwa said.
They sat facing each other at the round table. While Alisha down to the ground floor helped several maids to organize and decorate the room that will be used as the venue for the event of the twins' birthday.
As time went on, the three brothers were still busy thinking about what plan they were most suitable to take and do to block and cancel his father's intention to marry a woman so-called events.
They were still in his residence and silence but, the look on his third face implied that they were not well, until the knock on the door in his room rang. The sound of that knock was able to disperse their daydreams.
Nathan immediately got up from his seat, he then turned the door handle in a hurry to find out that the one who knocked on the door was his mother or Alysha baby Sitter.
Alisha stared one by one at them, "Master and Young Miss please prepare because it is almost time for Nathan and Nala's birthday celebration" Alisha said.
"Well, tell Grandma and my dad we'll be down soon," Najwa replied with her face bent, ugly and unfriendly with a slight stomp of her feet walking towards the bathroom.
"If Young Master Nathan, what do you want to take a bath?" Ask Alisha while walking towards the dressing room to prepare some children's clothes as determined by Ms. Selma.
"There are many mothers, but there is no need to bother, I will bathe myself anyway" Nathan replied with a smile.
"If so then continue to set this up well!" Clearly Alisha then resumed her work which was a few seconds delayed because of her conversation with Nathan the only grandchild in the Sungkar family.
While in other places that are still in the location and area of the Sungkar family residence. A woman laughed out loud as she lifted a small bottle from her handbag bag.
The bottle was inscribed and pictured the name of a famous perfume brand even though the contents were not body fragrances.
"I am grateful and happy because thanks to this love potion that I always mix in Adnan's food and drink I am one step away from becoming the great Mistress in this magnificent palace," she explained Yuanita with a sly smile that boasted that it would always work.
Yuanita kept the bottle of her love potion neatly to keep it safe from anyone's reach.
"Woooo is beautiful and nice clothes bought by Mas Adnan, I'm sure it must be very expensive," his murmur praised the beauty and quality of the clothes on his bed by sharing various models and colors beautify the bed.
Mrs Selma called immediately her confidants. He immediately ordered his personal assistant, Fadlan, to immediately find out and information about the sexy woman who was with his only son.
"Oh Allah.why do I feel that if there is something strange to Adnan, whether or not the two-headed snake woman has done something and my belief is very strong," said Ms. Selma.
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"I'm sorry to have the Big Lady waiting" Fadlan said with a slight bow.
Ms. Selma smiled her smile, "it's okay, please come in, but you're here Adnan doesn't know right?"
"Young Master is busy with her mistress so she has absolutely no idea if I'm coming to her room Madam" Fadlan replied.
"Then show me what information you've got about that woman?" Ask Ms. Selma then walk to the sofa.
Fadlan thoughtlessly immediately walked in his footsteps Big Lady Selma while carrying a backpack containing her laptop.
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