Novel & Cerita Rambut Gerah Demi Suami

"You can't get her…she's mine..she's my wife." "She's not happy with you." Dame replied again, this time Burdak is restraining himself from being affected in his emotions, his body had started to tremble, Ronan strangely let it, Ronan wanted Burdak to be angry with the man named Dame, because how dare he says he wanted Randu. even if Burdak isn't angry…he himself will be angry and throw a tantrum

As old voice responded, and Ibrahim pushed aside the flap, ushering us in. The tent was barley furnished, the only light filtering through the worn canvas. In the center sat a man. Old. Skinny. His clothes hung loosely on his frame, and his eyes, though sharp, held a weariness that seemed to stretch back decades. He looked…poor. So different from the image I had built up in my mind over the years. Ibrahim cleared his throat. “This is…this is my brother,” he said, his voice hesitant. He then turned to us. “And this…this is Dema. And her husband, Rami.”

said Bram to Ratasya and Ganesha. "Night, Bram," they both replied at the same time. Bram also changed his sitting position to become straighter and more serious. “Uncle and Auntie, I am Bramantya Saputra, as I said a few minutes ago. I intend to ask Danila Ayudia to be my wife and life partner. Did Uncle and Aunt accept my proposal?" Danila's brow furrowed; he didn't understand why Bram asked permission from the middle-aged married couple. "Wait a minute, what does this mean?"