A POSSESSIVE BESTIE
WEDDING PRESENT

Franky took Anya in his arms, and with Alka's guidance, the two entered a room. Not to forget about Franky and Lusi, the difference is, this one pair does not look familiar. They even walked apart.

Entering the white room, there are two pairs of wedding clothes that can spoil the eyes. One pair of wedding clothes was dominated by white, and the other was golden in color that looked sparkling.

Lusi first approached a white dress. She smiled and touched the beautiful dress. Followed by Anya, the girl approached the golden-yellow dress.

"Can I try it now?" lusi asked as he turned towards Alka.

Alka answered Lusi's question with a nod of her head. The man then gave orders to some of his servants to help the two women.

While waiting for Olya and Lusi, Alka led Franky and Frans to sit on the sofa, and chatted with the brothers. "Aren't you guys trying now?" ask Alka.

"Perhaps after Anya and Lusi" Franky replied. And responded to a nod of the head by Alka.

"Why did you change the concept of the color I chose? Didn't I tell you, our bridal attire should be predominantly blue?" frans was holding back his frustration, because the color of his wedding dress was not at his request.

"Don't you see that Onya likes it?" instead of answering, the guiltless Alka turned their conversation upside down.

Frans grunted in annoyance. "This is my wedding, not yours. We've paid you very dearly, so you should know yourself to be organized, not set up. You know, I could've sued you, could've destroyed your boutique" circus Frans.

"Frans, relax. Do not look for a commotion here" said Franky, mediating the two. "We finish with Anya. If he doesn't want to, then you can sue him" the man continued.

Some time waiting, Lusi was out of the dressing room. That woman was so beautiful wearing that white dress. His curves clearly make him look sexy.

"How, do you like it?" ask Alka to the woman.

"Yes, very good, Alka. It's not in vain that I chose your boutique. The designer knows my taste" said Luci while glazed in front of a large glass. She kept turning around while admiring her beauty.

"Where's Anya?" exciting Frans. Because the girl didn't come out.

"The tide is troubled" Luci replied, without turning away from the glass.

Hearing Lusi's words made Frans and Alka look at each other. If Alka was staring at the man flatly, it was opposite with Frans who was putting on his sharp gaze.

Frans rushed from his seat to the dressing room. In the room, he immediately passed by Anya who was about to get out of there.

"What's up?" frans asked to see the look on the girl's pouting face. She understood when she saw the girl's hands holding the waist of her dress.

"It's loose loh? You said you knew my size. You stupid Frans!" onyah Onga. He jerked his leg, and went out leaving Frans there.

When he came out of the dressing room, Onya also joined the mirror with Lusi. The dress was very pretty, unfortunately the part of her waist was loose at the waist of the Onya.

"Didn't you like her dress?" frans asked as he approached Onya.

"I like, the style and color are very satisfying. But look, his waist looks loose. In this case, you just find another woman to marry with a waist that fits this dress" said Onya ketus.

Without both of them noticing, Alka came close to the two. And hear their conversation. She just smiled thinly, so happy that the girl liked the style and color of the dress. That is, Frans could not sue him.

"You like the color of the dress, Anya?" tanya Alka made Onya and Frans turn to look at the man.

"Yes" replied Onya flatly while nodding her head.

"I thought you liked blue" Alka said, insinuating Frans. "Oh yeah, the dress is permanent so it can't be repaired anymore. Fortunately I have prepared his belt" continued Alka while showing the object.

Alka then approached the Onyah. "Thank your hands" said Alka. From behind the girl, he wrapped the bond around the waist of the Onya.

The position of Onya and Alka who were so close, like a couple who were hugging a little friendly made Frans burn jealous. But he resists it, and chooses to join Franky on the couch.

"I've accepted your wedding invitation" said Alka, feeling safe as Frans moved away from them. But Alka was still in the same position.

Hearing Alka's words made Onya a little surprised. But so clever he controlled his shock with his oh-ria. As he thought, Frans was unbelievable.

"But it seems I can't attend. So I'd better congratulate you today" for a moment Alka paused her speech. The man took his breath while shaking his head, then took it out rigidly. "Hopefully he can make you happy" said Alka. Without excuse, the man kissed the girl on the cheek. And of course Onya was surprised. Fortunately, no one saw them, as well as Frans, who was busy with his cell phone.

Not yet had Alka moved away from him, Onya first clasped the man's hand to return to the same position. "Please stay like this first" said Onya made Alka smile.

Anya and Alka looked at each other through the glass. Frans was suspicious, so Alka pretended to fix the girl's belt. "You look beautiful wearing this dress" whispered Alka near the ear of Anya, even the man's breath could be felt. While Onya just closed her eyes while enjoying the man's roar of breath.

"Why don't you want to attend?" lirih.

"I'm going out of the country. Maybe this will be our last meeting" Alka replied.

"When are you going?" ask her while smiling softly.

"Tomorrow" replied Alka.

I really want to ban it. The girl wanted to convey about her contract marriage to Frans. But it felt useless, because he was also disappointed with Alka who first gave up. Nor did he refuse to tell her.

"Don't we have to celebrate our farewell?" tanya Anya stared fixedly at the iris of Alka's eyes through. The next second he lowered his head as perhaps his eyes began to glaze over.

"We're celebrating. You know the motive for this dress?" ask Alka.

Anya took a deep breath, and tried to control herself. The girl looked up again and showed her smile. But her tears just spilled.

"IO" replied Onya while nodding her head.

"Don't cry, dear" said Alka, the man still smiled even though his feelings were disturbed to see the girl who had filled his days crying. "This is your wedding present from me. And for his last gift, I'll pick you up at seven" Alka continued, and passed by. Since Alka was aware of Frans' arrival, so she better avoid it.

"What are you talking about?" ask Frans to the Onya.

Anya hastily wiped away her tears. "Nothing" replied Anya flatly.