Dhananjaya Family

"You must be tired, Mom." Alexa tried to defend her sister. "You know that, right, he's a hard worker."

"There's a fine line between a hard worker and a workaholic, and your sister falls into the latter category. Huh! Why doesn't she ever feel at home?" Liora sighed in frustration.

"How about Mama just marry my sister?"

"Marry?" Liora thought for a moment. "I think that's a good idea, but Mama doesn't have the right to choose a candidate even though your brother is Mama's biological son."

"Why? Is it because of the witch?" Alexa sneered.

"Watch your words, that woman you call a witch is still my wife, and she is also your mother." A man sitting in a wheelchair with the help of a waiter behind him was pushing the man.

He is Alexi Dhananjaya, the father of Raka and Alexa. Liora is just a mistress who will never be able to get her right to be a legal wife. In reality, Liora has to hide within the great wall of the Dhananjaya family and will never be able to show her identity to the public as the biological mother of Raka Deanhan Dhananjaya and Alexa Tabita Dhananjaya.

Suddenly Liora and Alexa were surprised at the same time when the voice full of authority filled the dining room. Liora immediately stood up while showing her most beautiful smile.

"Honey, don't be angry. Our daughter didn't mean to say it, I promise to educate her better."

"Educate him? Was that called educating? You let him insult the elders, who had given him the title as one of the daughters of the Dhananjaya family? Because of your upbringing, your children became uncontrollable, you spoiled them too much."

Alexa got up. "Why is Daddy always blaming Mom? Did I say the wrong thing? That woman is a witch who always bullied Mama and got into trouble with Mama."

"Al, don't talk like that to your papa." Liora tried to mediate the debate between father and son.

"That's a risk your Mama has to take for making a huge mistake in wanting to stay in this house."

"Then why is only Mama guilty? Isn't Papa guilty too? Brother and I wouldn't be living in this world if you two didn't do anything wrong, excuse me!" Alexa carried her long legs out of the dining room with a vexed feeling in her chest.

"Al, Al, don't talk like that, apologize to your daddy," Liora spoke while looking at Alexa's back which was gradually drifting away.

"Look, he's just like you. Stubborn."

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At the same time, Inara mustered all her courage to open the door in front of her. Slowly, he pushed the door wide open for the girl to enter.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you in?" Inara put part of her body into the room, there was no answer so she decided to sneak in and then closed the door again. The room looked quiet, no one was in there, the king-size bed looked empty, and didn't find Raka lying there.

The room, which looked more like a football field, was five times the size of his humble home, and even the walls were made of glass.

The bathroom door swung open. Suddenly Inara turned towards the source of the sound, she immediately lowered her gaze when she saw that Raka was shirtless in front of her, drops of water flowing from her short, still wet hair, past the man's long neck, flowing down through her chest.

Inara's blood suddenly rippled when her irises saw clearly and the muscle strokes belonging to Raka, which were sturdy and perfectly sculpted, no doubt all women were competing with each other to get the ideal man like Raka.

"Why just stand there, where are my clothes?" Raka rubbed his still-wet hair.

Inara woke up from her awkwardness. "S-sorry, sir. I'll get it right away." Even so, Inara did not move her feet.

As if Raka knew what trouble Inara was facing, he immediately grabbed the girl's wrist to tell her where all her work clothes and daily equipment were. And to be more precise, Raka dragged Inara's hand because the man did it roughly.

Inara blinked when she arrived at a rather small room, inside which was able to accommodate all the clothes, shoes, coats, tuxedos, and other expensive-looking equipment arranged perfectly in their respective places.

Raka folded his arms. "Wonder it later, or I'll be late for work."

"Sorry,"

"No other words besides sorry?"

"Sir, but I don't know about fashion. How about you just give me another job?"

"Whatever clothes you get for me, I'll wear them," said Raka coldly as he grabbed his flat object on the nightstand.

After getting clothes for Raka, Inara walked unsteadily closer to Raka with an annoyed look, how not to be annoyed, the man was afraid to be late for work, but he found Raka instead casually busy talking to someone using a flat object that the man put to his ear.

Raka just glanced nonchalantly at Inara. "Honey, can we meet today?" Raka sounds like he is seducing someone.

"Master, what are you saying?" answered the man on the other end of the phone, who was amused by Raka's words.

Raka was testing Inara to see how the girl would react. Raka wants to prove that he doesn't lack women even though Inara refuses.

"Hmm, just wait at the office. I'll be there in an hour." Raka spoke in a soft tone while glancing at Inara.

While Inara snorted furiously while playing her eyeballs upwards, she thought why did the man waste his precious time just to seduce a girl, Raka is a very handsome and rich man, all women will compete to catch up without having to bother. bother chasing. Honestly, Inara was fascinated by Raka's good looks, but Zayn's name was firmly engraved in his heart and could not be replaced by anyone, in the next second Inara remembered a message from Leana, Raka would forget everything if he received a call, should he help the man wear clothes? Ah ... should. Inara was in doubt when it came to her current job.

"Please, stretch out your arms, sir."

Raka spread one hand while looking at Inara who was doing work to serve him.

Raka's masculine body made Inara's heart pound more and more irregularly, she nervously stuffed the sleeve of the shirt into Raka's hand, starting with the left hand and then continuing to the right.

"An hour? Sir, that's too long. It will take you only thirty minutes to get to the office. There is a very important meeting with colleagues today." It turned out that the one talking to Raka on the other side of the phone was Zayn.

"What?" replied Raka very surprised. "Then why did you just tell me now," snapped Raka, he disconnected his cell phone in annoyance and then threw the flat object on the bed.