Bella's Script
Jihan's Welcome

The sound of classical music welcomes Devan's arrival at a festive party held by a famous production house of the capital.

Wijaya, the host of the event organizer who is none other than the father of Jihan.

This event was apparently not a small event as Jihan said, but a celebration of the anniversary of the film company attended by many famous people. Not a few celebrities were present but there were also other film workers who attended and enlivened the event.

Starting from famous Indonesian directors, film producers and other important people in their fields. They seemed to be talking, introducing themselves to each other.

It's actually a good opportunity for Devan to get to know more people in his field.

The interesting thing is always the center of attention as well as a firm and confident step Devan when climbing the stairs that lead to the place of the party. Many pairs of eyes glanced at the handsome figure with a different look from the other men present. Surely Bella's guess is that not a few women who glance at Devan and do not hesitate to show their interest.

The same thing was felt by a jihan. Upon seeing Devan's arrival, the princess at this event immediately left her guest and chose to approach Devan. He did not expect that Devan really fulfilled his promise to come even though his goal was only to exchange deals.

But at the very least, his straight path towards Devan was getting smoother. The man entered into the plan he had already laid out.

Walk gracefully with its stunning look. The diamond necklace that glittered around his neck seemed to be proof of the height of caste that this family had.

It was only fitting that this woman had strong ambitions in her life.

“Goodnight, Mas Devan.” Greet Jihan as she stands right in front of Devan.

He smiled charmingly at the cold-faced man who only nodded politely.

“Goodnight.” His voice was firm, there was not the slightest pull of lips that he intended to return Jihan's smile.

“Thank you for coming. How was the trip, smoothly?” Jihan tried to make small talk. He hopes his little attention can change Devan's face.

“Currently, no constraint whatsoever.” Devan again said firmly.

"Thank God. By the way, welcome to our little PH party. I hope not to disappoint you..."

Devan smiled in his heart, apparently this woman is good at playing majas.

"Thank you." Those two words alone are Devan's words.

“Waaawww.. Who is thisiii?” two women approached Devan and Jihan, the sentence coming from one of them.

“Oh, hay..Know, this is Mas Devan. The director who produced my film is now.” I'm Jihan with a cheerful.

From the way he talks, Devan is very sure that these two glamorous-looking women are friends and rivals of Jihan.

“Ohh yaa, which you often tell me that. Hello good night, I'm Felish.” The woman extended her hand to Devan.

“Devan.”

“I Wika,”

“Devan.”

Devan shook the hands of the two women in turn. They exchanged lyrics after successfully shaking Devan's hand.

“But it feels like your face is familiar, have we met before?” Ask the woman named Felish.

“Entah, I'm not sure.” Devan shakes. He felt that he had never met these two women.

“Oh I remember, Mas Satya. Right, at that time Jihan introduced you as Mas Satya?” Appoint Felish enthusiastically.

“Oh, hahahaha. It was just a misunderstanding Fel. Her name is actually Devan..” Jihan laughed gracefully, she also touched Devan's arm that was beside her.

Devan immediately reacted staring at his arm dislike, but it seemed like this woman did not understand. More precisely not to understand.

“Ohh jeez.. So you guys are close since that incident? Hahaha.. Similar story romance only yaa. Maybe it would be interesting if made a movie about you two. The producer and director, wah vibesnya very expensive.” Felish continued his words and made Jihan smile proudly and raise her chin. It seems that this woman likes to be praised.

“Me and Miss Jihan, there is nothing to do.” Devan said in a crisp Jihan laugh.

The laughter stopped immediately and Jihan looked at Devan with a glance that held disappointment.

“I hope, you two don't misunderstand anymore. He's a producer on our team and I'm a director. That's all.” Bright Devan with emphasis, does not want any further misunderstandings and delinquencies.

“Oh sorry Mas Devan." Felish glanced at Jihan who looked disappointed by Devan's overly honest remarks.

“It doesn't matter if there's nothing yet. Maybe we should make room for both of you to have nothing.” Canda Felish chuckled. But Devan isn't someone who can tell a joke. His gaze remained cold on the three people.

Seeing Devan's expression, Felish immediately clumsily because Devan was too cold.

“Ahahahha.. Felish is indeed if you like nothing. Please understand Van.” Again, Jihan tries to show her closeness to Devan through her touch on Devan's arm.

Devan is really uncomfortable.

“Excuse me, which toilet is it?” Devan asks the random thing to avoid Jihan.

“Oh, over there.” Jihan pointed at him politely.

“Good, then I'm sorry.” Devan rushes aside and leaves the three women behind. He loosened his tie that felt like it was strangling his neck. Although upset at Jihan, unfortunately she is a woman that Devan could not treat harshly.

“Waw, he is so hot babe,” praise Felish while looking at Devan passing away.

“Iya dong's. When the hell is my goal of low quality.” Sahut Jihan while throwing her hands in front of the chest with a moss

“But she's too indifferent babe. You sure can same male model so?” Wika makes a sound.

Jihan gave an annoyed look, then looked at Wika with dislike.

“Have you ever seen a man who didn't bend his knees at my feet?” Jihan replied with a question.

“Hahaha. Wika does like the origin when talking.” Felish is closing in on Jihan. He knew Wika's words he didn't like.

Jihan smiled gracefully while tidying up her clothes and her long strands of hair were unraveling. For him, Wika's words were still not good to hear.

“I always have my own way to conquer the heart of a man, be it in a subtle way or a very subtle way.” Lirih Jihan looked at Wika sharply.

“Have you ever noticed I failed to find what I wanted?” his sentence turned harsh as he spoke to Wika.

"No, babe.." Fearful Wika chimed.

Wika sighed deeply, then swallowed her saliva violently, afraid of Jihan's sharp gaze. He realized his words had offended Jihan.

Jihan walked over, approaching Wika. Picking up the strands of hair that fell on Wika's shoulder.

“Inget dear, I never fail to find what I want, including a man. Our standards are different, our tastes are different. You did marry me first but you also widowed before me. So, watch you mouth, dear..” Lirih Jihan while placing her index finger on Wika's lips, asking the girl to keep her words.

Wika nodded slowly getting an intimidating look from Jihan. Just for a few moments Jihan's index finger over Wika's lips.

“So-sorry.. I had no bad intentions with my question earlier.” Wika stammered to see Jihan's sweet smile and her sharp eyes humbled her.

“No problems. You know, I'm a good guy. Just next time, please be more careful.” Jihan looked at Wika with the page, while her index finger rubbed the rest of the lipstick on her finger on Wika's pink shirt.

“Lipstick lo cheap, dear.” added while smiling cynically.

Wika just bowed down, she did not dare to chim in. He realized, one wrong sentence that came out of his mouth, would reply to a lot of abuse that Jihan gave.

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