In the morning, Elsa just woke up and was imdiately greeted by the cry of her son, Brandon Fransiskus, who was about one year old and had straight natural black hair. The boy seed very similar to Elsa, who was of Indonesian origin, rather than Carlos, who was still of European blood.
"Brandon, what's wrong?" Elsa huffed in annoyance as she got out of bed. She didn't imdiately go out to et her son but instead went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
"Mommy ..!" Brandon cried in the arms of his babysitter nad Riska. he was still at the door, struggling. Wanted to et his mother who was sleeping in the guest room because the mattress in the usual room she slept in had caught fire.
"Patience, love... Soon mommy will co out," said Riska patiently.
Johan, who had not showered yet and was only wearing a black t-shirt with wide armpits, approached Riska who was calming Brandon. The man who looked like he had just finished his morning run held out his hand to the boy.
"Here, let carry him," said Johan with a warm smile.
"Ah, yes, that's better. My hands have been sore from carrying him constantly," said Riska, handing Brandon to Johan.
"Now let's feed the fish in the pond," said Johan seductively to Brandon.
"Take him. I want to rest for a while," said Riska. She was quite overwheld because neither Elsa nor Carlos had ti for Brandon so much that she was always with the boy as if she had no free ti at all.
Finally, Johan took Brandon to the fish pond beside the house, while Riska went back to the room to lie down for a while.
Elsa, who had washed her face and brushed her teeth, rushed out of the room and looked for her son's whereabouts in her son's room, but what she found was the babysitter lying on the bed.
"Riska. Why are you sleeping at this hour? Where's Brandon?" Elsa asked in a high tone, angry look. Hmm, she's very fierce.
"Eh, he was being invited by Johan to the pool. I lay down because I wanted to rest for a while, ma'am," said Riska, looking down slightly.
"Fine then. You rest again," Elsa exclaid then walked out of the room. She turned to the pond beside the house and found her son laughing with the bodyguard while feeding the ornantal fish that inhabit the pond.
Elsa smiled smugly seeing Johan who looks fatherly and his body is also strong, ideal to be called "Hot Daddy" compared to Carlos who doesn't really like babies.
"Hi," said Elsa as she walked over to Johan who was carrying Brandon.
Johan turned to look at Elsa and smiled awkwardly. "Ma'am."
"You are here apparently."
"He kept crying, so I took him to see the fish," explained Johan.
"Mommy..!" said Brandon, holding out his hand towards Elsa.
Elsa imdiately carried Brandon and looked at the pool. She invited her son to just joke while chatting with Johan without feeling awkward anymore.
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At another place.
In a yellowish-white hotel room, Carlos put his clothes back on but it wasn't very neat. He looked at the girl who was still lying on the bed without wearing any clothes with a very wild look.
"Veronica, next ti you don't accept an offer to serve another man. From today, only I can touch you," he cried.
"Hmm." Veronica sighed, rolled over to a prone position looked at Carlos while biting her thumb. She looked seductive by tossing her long hair, posing as sexy as possible.
"As long as the money you give is more than the people who will buy , I will continue to be with you," she said in a sensual tone.
"It's not a difficult thing. My assistant has prepared an apartnt for you. You can stay there and I will co to you often . . I will provide money for you to et all your needs," Carlos said then approached, Veronica. He lowered his face to the woman's face then kissed her lips gently, then touched her smooth cheek with his right hand.
"I will always miss you."
"All n are like that."
"And after this, no man will ever be able to touch you except . Keep that in mind, honey!" Carlos exclaid with a low groan.
Veronica smiled sarcastically and said, "it all depends on the comfort you will provide."
"Take it easy...I never play with my words," Carlos exclaid then stood up straight again. "I'll go ho first. See you tonight."
"Okay ..." Veronica said then lay down staring at the ceiling. She breathed a sigh of relief when Carlos was gone. .'Finally, there is a rich man who will let live in luxury without having to work hard. I don't care that he already has two wives, I also don't mind if I beco the third wife,' she thought with a sly smile.
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In the hospital, Bryana was sitting on the couch staring at Dean who was undergoing an examination by a specialist who was a beautiful woman in her 30s wearing a white dical suit, accompanied by several nurses.
Bryana looked sullen when she saw her husband being touched on the chest, head, and several other body materials for health checks. She felt jealous of the beautiful doctor even though it was all done to find out the state of her husband's body.
'He was surrounded by many won. It sucks!' She thought annoyed, then turned her face away by switching to playing with her phone.
"Are your breaths feeling looser?" the doctor asked as she removed the oxygen tube from Dean's nose.
"Yes, Doc," replied Dean.
"Then, you just need a complete rest to recover your body condition. The cast on your leg will be removed in a few days before being allowed to go ho," explained the doctor with a friendly smile occasionally.
"When can I go ho, Doc?" asked Dean.
"Maybe next week. so you can rest completely here," replied the doctor while the nurse cleaned up the oxygen equipnt and several other dical devices attached to Dean's chest. Hmm, finally the man didn't look so worried.
When finished, the doctor and nurse ca out of the VVIP ward. Dean looked at Bryana who was busy playing with her phone on the couch. Usually always approached him after being checked.
"Honey," Dean called.
Bryana remained silent, even lying with her back to Dean.
"Honey... I'm hungry..." Dean said.
Bryana remained silent. It turned out that she was angry because of blind jealousy.
Dean sighed, trying to think that Bryana would approach him.
"Honey looks like I have to pee but I can't walk alone to the bathroom," Dean said with a pleading look.
Bryana remained silent but began to worry.
"Ouch, how is this. It would be a sha if I peed in here!" Dean showed concern.
Bryana, who had been silent for a long ti, finally got up from the couch and walked over to Dean.
"You're big. I can't help you to the bathroom," Bryana said angrily.
"Then there's no need to go to the bathroom," Dean replied casually.
"Are you going to button here using a container?" Bryana asked uncertainly.
Dean chuckled in his low voice. "I'm not in a hurry. I was just lying so you wouldn't keep ignoring ," he said.
"Ugh!" Bryana patted Dean's shoulder. "You have confused !"
"Ahh...don't hit . I'm in pain!"
"You're in pain, but you've had enough of being groped by that beautiful doctor just now!" Bryana showed her annoyance. Lol
"Gosh. She's like that because she checked on . Don't be jealous of her," Dean exclaid, surprised but smiling.
"Who knows. I don't like seeing things like that!" Bryana got angry again and walked back to the couch.
Dean sighed, glancing at Bryana who was very sensitive, spoiled, even easily jealous for no apparent reason. .it made him think, maybe pebble was a girl who would pass on Bryana's character.
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