
'Child? Did Bobby have kids? But, why didn't she tell me she had a child?' Aleta wondered in her heart as she looked at the ex-husband.
Knowing Aleta's confused behavior, Bobby immediately walked over to his future wife. However, just now Bobby was about to step up, again Cesya held Bobby's hand. Once again, Bobby throws Cesya in the hand because he doesn't want his wife to misunderstand and think the no-no.
Bobby went back to Aleta. He held both the cheeks of his future wife and showed a amazed smile. "Wah .. This little wife of mine looks so pretty. You really shine, honey. It's not wrong if I choose this dress for you. This dress fits perfectly in your body. I'm more and more infatuated with you" Bobby praised Aleta as he stroked her face tenderly.
"really? But, this dress feels really heavy, Mas. I had trouble walking this," Aleta complained with her lips pursed.
Seeing his wife's adorable behavior makes Bobby smile while stroking his wife's head. "Honey, the name is also a wedding dress is certainly heavy. Moreover, the wedding dress you wear weighs 12 kg. But, even though it's heavy, you look like a queen," Bobby said with a sincere smile.
"12 kg?" Aleta instantly rounded her eyes.
Bobby nodded. "Sir, how many dresses is this?" ask Bobby to the waiter.
"For this wedding dress it costs 314 million, sir," replied one of the maids.
Gluey!
Again Aleta was surprised to hear the price of her wedding dress, so she swallowed her saliva. She stared intently at her future husband. However, Bobby who understood the meaning of the gaze just blinked one eye while removing an ATM card to pay for the wedding dress for Aleta.
"Here, I pay now and please help my wife change her clothes!" bobby's orders to the waiters along with giving his ATM.
"Good, sir." The waiter picks up Bobby's ATM and the other waiter helps Aleta to change her clothes again.
After Aleta and the servants go to the dressing room, Bobby pulls Cesya's hand and takes her outside. "Follow me!" sternly Bobby by dragging Cesya outside the Bridal Collection.
"Slow down dong, Mas! My hands hurt to know," whined Cesya as she walked quickly.
After being outside, Bobby immediately let go of his ex-wife's hand. He shone a glare so sharp that it stunned Cesya several times. Bobby who used to be famous for his tenderness has now turned into a temporary man.
"Why are you dragging me out, Mom? Is this bridal collection yours until you kick me out like this, huh!" snapped Cesya while holding her wrist that hurt.
"Don't beat around! Tell me, what do you want? Why did you follow me here?" ask Bobby without further ado.
"Who's following you, man? Just so you know, this is coming here because I want to give some dresses to my collection. You don't get too geeer like that! I don't know if I'll meet you here!" timpal Cesya with a high tone of speech.
"Okay, okay. Now tell me, what do you mean talk if James is my son? Do you want to frame me and make my wife misunderstand me?" check Bobby.
"That's just in your mind, Mom. To be honest I wanted to say this long before you were going to marry that cheap girl! I did not expect that you would marry a woman lower than me! You know, why am I telling you about James right now? Since I don't want that cheap girl to take away all your property then from that, I want to save you by uniting you with James" Cesya explained.
The deg!
Without them noticing, Aleta was already behind them. His heart stopped beating at that moment. With her heavy steps, Aleta walks away from Bobby with his ex-wife without Bobby's knowledge.
"I warn you once again! Don't ever say anything bad about my wife again. Because he's better than you, he's not matre like you. She loves me so much, that's why I married her. And one more thing, don't ever show up in front of me again let alone say that James is my son! He's not my son but he's the fruit of your old affair!" snapped Bobby by clenching both of his hands. That was all he could do, he didn't want to hurt a woman.
"Bobby! Listen to me first! James is your son!" cesya shouted as Bobby left her.
However, Bobby did not rub it at all. He went back into the bridal collection. The man doesn't know if Aleta has trouble leaving.
Once inside, Bobby immediately approached the servants who were helping Aleta. "Sir, where's my wife?" ask Bobby after he gets to the waiter.
"Sorry, Sir. The young lady had left since. Didn't you see the young lady coming out?" one of the servants answered and asked back.
"If I see him I won't ask you guys! Yes, I am going. Remember that! Prepare the wedding dress for my wife, if any woman named Cesya wants to see the wedding dress, don't let her enter and hold the wedding dress that I've bought it, understand!" firmly Bobby.
"Good, sir."
After that, Bobby went to the parking lot. Once he was in front of his car, he went in and started the engine. This man drove his car at high speed.
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On the road ...
Aleta was walking while holding a bottle of drink. He walked quite slowly while thinking about the words of Bobby's ex-wife. Then he saw a long iron chair that had been painted in white. He sat down to relieve his fatigue from walking far enough away.
"Well, did Bobby have kids? If so, will this marriage still happen or will Bobby go back to Miss Cesya?" Aleta muttered while bowing her head.
"Wheel!" call a woman who is running towards him.
Aleta raised her face and turned towards the source of the voice. As soon as she saw the woman, it turned out that she was her best friend, Nisa. She saw Nisa smiling towards him.
"Hey, Beb. What are you doing here alone?" nisa asked with a breath of excitement and immediately sat down next to her best friend.
"No, I just want to sit here. What's the matter here yourself?" Aleta asked her best friend.
"Gue had run out with guys" replied Nisa shyly cat.
"Well, how serious are you meeting? Continues, how? You're the same guy?" aleta asked with a curious face.
Aleta who was initially agitated, suddenly immediately happy to hear from her best friend if she is close to a man. "Yes, I'm serious. I haven't been, but you know? Who was the man I met?" Nisa lowered her eyebrows.
"Who?"
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