Married to Mr. Duda
Go home to Indonesia
...~Happy Reading~...
Nasya Andira
My name is Nasya Andira, my current age is twenty years less. Hihihi, yes a little clear my age is not yet twenty-one years old. Never mind, it is not important to talk about age, the important thing is that I am good and beautiful is also adorable, that is a word that I often hear from my lover.
Do you have a lover? But it must be my superior boyfriend. He was so handsome, dashing, kind, gentle and attentive. One more year we have a Long Distance Relationship or commonly said long distance relationship, you know more often call it LDR.
One year ago, before I left for Korea for a student exchange, we got engaged. And we'll get married soon when my college is over. I mean finish this student exchange, not really finish college hihihi, I'm funny right.
Okay, we're back to the topic. Right now, I am on a plane bound for Indonesia. I'm alone, only myself. My two best friends who participated in the exchange chose to stay first for a while. Yes, because I was allowed to go home alone, but I'm fine. Because I am also very impatient to soon meet my lover and my son.
Don't wonder where I got my son when I was still a Virgin. Because my boyfriend and future husband is a widower. Have you read my story before? For those who have not, you can skip here and try to stop by my previous story with the title “Benggu love, Mr. Duda.”
After a long journey, I have finally arrived at Soekarno-Hatta international airport. Taking a deep breath, I walked slowly, searching for the whereabouts of the person who had been waiting for me a moment ago. Actually, my plane should have landed two hours ago, but because it was delayed, I was late, and the three people were still waiting for me.
Tired, tired and all my saturation while on the plane, now gone. When I see the three people I love and care about.
“Mommy!” the screams I miss so much. I could see the two boys and girls running when I saw my arrival.
No different from them, I also immediately ran and approached her, my suitcase left instantly so I could hug them. Very warm, I really miss them. Although we often make video calls but it feels very different.
“Ryana misses Mommy,” said the girl who is now in third grade SD.
I stood up and roared, but suddenly I felt a warm embrace from behind.
“Finding me, hem?” the whisper that made me blush and shame again. Apparently, the man had walked over to the suitcase I was living in behind.
“Do not want to hug me too?” her question was still in a whisper that made me even more embarrassed. Moreover, now the two children in front of me also smiled wryly when his father whispered in my ear while hugging me from behind.
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...Hola all Mommy's best friends. Welcome and welcome to the second ship Duda sir. For those who have not boarded the first ship, please stop for a while at the title "Cleaning Love, Duda sir" click Mommy's profile and you will find yourself in the top row....
...May you enjoy the sights and twists on your way to the last port......
Ah i yes, this is the previous room title huh. So do not forget to stop by Sana first 🥰🥰🥰