Arabella And Beauty System
Refusing Calls

Andrew had just arrived at a luxurious mansion from a friend named Hans, a famous designer.

The man had just entered a room addressed to him, along with Handry. The room was later a place for her to sort out the milah of clothing that was deliberately designed specifically for Hans.

"What do you think of this suit, Handry?", asked Andrew to Handry, who was beside him. The man matched the shirt he was holding onto his body part. She was almost like a good mother when trying to try clothes at a clothing store.

"Very good sir. Everything suits you" Handry said honestly not made. Of course, with a handsome face, a high proportional body, clean skin, making Andrew suitable to wear any clothes well. If Andrew wears a rombeng like the street people often wear, it feels like he is still handsome.

"Haha, thank you for the compliment" Andrew chuckled.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The door of the room was suddenly knocked from outside. A man who was one of his assistants entered the room.

"Mr Andrew, there's a woman coming to see you"

Without further ado, Andrew immediately said, "Please let him in"

Shortly after, a woman in a beautiful pink dress entered the room.

With high heels he wore, also with legs that look because the woman is wearing a short skirt, making the woman look more elegant.

That woman was none other than Sophia. It seems Andrew had guessed the woman his assistant was referring to was Sophia, so he immediately allowed the woman to enter.

"How do you know I'm here?", asked Andrew in surprise.

"Something. I got information from one of your bodyguards", Sophia replied with a small smile.

Andrew clucked, as he felt that his bodyguard was playing with him.

Although there is no danger at all for the arrival of Sophia to the place, but still Andrew does not like if there is a bodyguard who tells his movements to others, even though it is on the closest person.

"Why did you come here?", asked Andrew.

Sophia immediately put on a sullen face, "What's the matter? You're feeling distracted?"

"Yeah.", Andrew nodded his head, "Although not now, but soon you will definitely bother me"

Sophia clucked in annoyance, her forehead appearing to wrinkle deeply, "I don't want to bother you. I just came here to ask you about it. Why did you order Mr Hans's shirt? Are you going to attend an event?"

"I told you, you're going to bother me" Andrew said without looking at Sophia. He was still busy matching the clothes in front of him.

"Ck, Andrew answer me!"

"No, I don't want to attend any event" Andrew replied in the end.

"Nothing what "

"Ck, don't lie!", Sophia said in a high voice.

"I'm going to see the girl I like" replied Andrew seriously, making Sophia round her eyes.

Who is the girl this man means?, he asked in his heart.

*

In the afternoon, at exactly 5 pm, Arabella had just finished cleaning herself in the bathroom. He glanced at the sofa where his mother was asleep. His mother did not actually sleep, she fainted after Arabella said that she had become a detective.

"Ckckck...if just by saying that mama has fainted, how about you see me later hold a gun? Can faint every day mama", muttered Arabella alone while continuing to pay attention to her mother fair distance.

Drrt.. Drrt..

Suddenly I heard the sound of a phone ringing. Arabella immediately recognized that it was her phone ringing voice. When he approached his room to pick up his phone, he frowned because he saw the words 'Om unknown' on his phone screen.

Actually it was Andrew's cell phone number - the phone number Andrew used specifically to give to Arabella - . Arabella wrote the name after Andrew gave the number to her.

But Arabella seemed confused to see the writing, "Om unknown? Who is this?", asked Arabella.

Arabella is not only plain, but also forgetful.

Arabella tries to remember who the figure she named 'Om unknown' was. He seemed to have completely forgotten, but Andrew gave him his mobile number no more than two weeks ago.

"Stop it, there's no way I've ever saved an om om number" Arabella said, turning off the call.

"Hm. but if I never kept this number, why would it be on my phone?", asked Arabella plainly to herself.

Drrt. drrt..

The phone number he had just declined called him again.

"Eh? This guy called me again?", asked Arabella annoyed, without further ado he immediately turned off the call again.

[ Ding! ]

Suddenly a notification sound appeared from the Queen System.

[Miss, you must not refuse a call from Andrew Darian! ]