Billionaire Bride
CH-2 In Aircraft

Hanna felt her body cold, she moved her body and gedebug! He woke up when his body fell out of a chair.

Not far from him sat the handsome man leaning back, thrusting his feet while reading the newspaper. He took a quick glance at the woman who had fallen from his chair, then looked back at his newspaper, he did not care about it.

Hanna opened her eyes, her body felt the pain of the fall earlier. Instantly his eyes widened in shock when he saw what he saw there.

“Where is this?” muttered. He immediately approached the window, and saw a view of the sky and white clouds outside.

“Hah? This it? Where's this?” he asked, his hand touching the thick window.

“Langit? A cloud? The plane! Huh huh? Why am I on a plane?” he cried, turning his body back around, saw the man who gave him a ride was sitting casually with the newspaper in his hand.

“Master! Sir!” she exclaimed, approaching Damian while lifting up her wedding dress.

“Master!Sir!” call him harder. The called one still ignores it.

“Master!” Hanna shouted louder as she pulled the newspaper.

His actions upset Damian, he kept his newspaper, looked at the woman sharply. Hanna immediately lowered her head when she saw the man as if angry at her.

“Sorry,Master!” hanna.

Damian didn't say anything more, he took back his newspaper.

“Master!Sir!” call Hanna again while pulling the paper again. Damian looked back at him in annoyance.

“Master, why am I on the plane? Where are you taking me? Why did you take me away?” ask Hanna.

Damian did not answer and called Indra.

“Pak Indra! Take care of this woman!” he ordered, then took back his newspaper and read it.

Mr. Indra came out from behind the door, immediately approached and stood near Damian.

“Urus that woman!” damian's orders, without flinching from his newspaper.

Mr. Indra looked at Hanna.

“Mistress, what can I help you with?” ask Mr. Indra.

“Mistress? You call me madam? My name is Hanna, you know I am Hanna,” replied Hanna, looking at Mr. Indra.

“Sorry Madam, I do not dare,” replied Mr. Indra.

“I want to know, where are we going? Why am I on this plane?” ask Hanna.

“We will go to London, Paris, then to Switzerland,” replied Mr. Indra.

“What? London, Paris, Switzerland? We're going to Europe?” hanna asked, surprised to hear the answer from Mr. Indra. The man whose hair was already gray nodded.

Hanna looked at Damian.

“Master, why did you take me away? Who, who took me on this plane? Isn't..wasn't I sleeping?” hanna asked, she remembered, that she fell asleep after eating a satiety in the room.

“Of course, Mr. Damian carried it,” replied Mr. Indra.

“What? You're carrying me?” hanna asked Damian, who was still ignoring her, as if she wasn't in the room.

Mr. Indra just smiled looking at him.

“Of course, Madam's husband,” replied Mr. Indra.

“What? Husband? Sorry sir, what's your name sir?” hanna asked looking at Indra.

“He is not my husband, nor am I his wife,” Hanna said.

Mr. Indra smiled.

“DI wedding day husband and wife quarrel is not good,” said Mr. Indra.

“What do you mean? Husband wife ? I'm not his wife, he's not my husband,” said Hanna, trying to convince Mr. Indra, who instead chuckled.

 “There's something else, Mistress?” ask Mr. Indra.

“No, no,” Hanna shook her head.

Mr. Indrapun nodded and left the two of them.

Hanna looked at Damian.

“Master, why does everyone consider us husband and wife?Me, I don't even know you,” Hanna said.

Damian finally kept the newspaper, sat down and faced Hanna.

“Whose mess is this making? You!’ damian said with a ketus.

“I?” hanna asked, her hand pointing at her chest.

“You!” reset Damian.

“What do you mean I?” hanna asked, feeling innocent.

“You, why did you confess to my duty to your security guard my wife?” ask Damian in a high tone.

“What do you mean I confessed to the security guard? At that time the security guard saw me outside so asked, I just pointed at your car and the security guard knew that I was with you, that's all,” replied Hanna.

“Yes because of you. My family, my friends, my colleagues, all thought we were married, you ruined my reputation,” Damian said.

Hannapun.

“I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be like that,” Hanna said.

Damian did not reply again, he sat back down and grabbed his newspaper back.

“Master, I want to take a shower,” said Hanna, making Damian look at her.

“You see my shirt? From yesterday I was wearing this wedding dress, my body was itching,” Hanna said.

Damian looked at Hanna from top to bottom. Without saying anything, re-reading the newspaper, making Hanna upset, this is a very economical person to speak, he thought.

He finally sat in the chair where he had fallen. Look at the entire plane. Looks like this is a private plane, because the passengers are just the two of them, and Mr. Indra who was.

“Wah, the city is very majestic,” muttered Hanna, her eyes circling to and fro. People seemed to notice her still wearing the bridal gown.

He walked after Damian, with his feet not wearing shoes. Damian did not nag Hanna who was amazed by the magnificent airport. It seems like he's only been here for the first time.

A car was waiting for them outside the airport. Hanna just followed her into the luxury car, after Damian entered, only then Indra sir.

“Where are we going now?” hanna asked Damian, who was silent, not to answer.

“We are going to the boutique,” replied Mr. Indra.

“Ke boutique?” hanna asked, looking at Mr. Indra.

“Of course. Doesn't Madam need clothes?” answer mr. Indra.

“You are right, my body is already itching, I want to take a shower,” Hanna said.

Suddenly he remembered something, he moved to sit next to Damian.

“But sir, I didn't bring any money,” Hanna told Damian. Damian did not speak.

“Yet again you don't want to talk,” muttered Hanna, upset ignored.

Mr. Indra seemed to be smiling.

“The name does not need to think about it, all have entered the bill Mr. Damian,” said Mr. Indra.

Hanna looked at Damian.

“I'll pay for it someday, yeah. I consider it a loan yes,” he said. Damian did not speak.

“What is he mute?” muttered Hanna, getting annoyed because Damian could not be spoken to. His mutter was of course heard by Damian who immediately glanced at him.

“Sorry,” said Hanna, seeing the reaction did not like Damian, she hurriedly shifted her seat, not saying anything more.

They were at a boutique. They were greeted by a friendly shopkeeper.

Hanna looked at the clothes shown by the maid, while Damian sat in the waiting room.

The few clothes that Hanna chose were none of them, she kept shaking her head, leaving the maid confused.

Damian just kept looking at his watch, in there was an appointment with his colleague to take care of his work.

He was finally looking for Hanna. Seen in front of Hanna was already a stack of clothes that Hanna refused.

“What are you doing?” damian asked with a sour face.

“The lady refused all her clothes, Sir,” said the maid.

Damian looked at Hanna.

“You're seriously no clothes you like?” ask Damian.

Hanna brought her lips closer to Damian's.

“The price is very expensive, nothing is cheap, too expensive,” he said, making Damian's face flushed. Apparently from earlier the woman only saw the price bandrol in the shirt.

"You're wasting my time" said Damian.

Damian approached the clothes stacked in the chair. He took one, saw it and set it aside, to an empty chair. So do the others. After there was a match, he gave it to the waitress who had quite a lot of clothes.

“Wrap,” Damian told the store clerk. Hanna who heard it was shocked.

“No, no sir, that's too much,” he said, but not damian. The shopkeeper went straight to the cashier while Damian returned to the waiting room.

“Miss, miss wait, can I have one shirt? I want to put it on immediately,” call Hanna to the maid, who immediately held out a smelly shirt in her hand. Hanna picked one shirt.

“Is there a bathroom? “ ask Hanna. The shopkeeper showed me the toilet.

Damian saw his watch again. The shopkeeper gave the bag containing the clothes to Mr. Indra, who immediately called the driver to put it in the trunk of the car.

“Why the woman was so long,” grunted, while standing up from her seat, and her movements came to a halt as her eyes saw a pair of cream-shoeed legs, her eyes instantly moving upwards. She saw that she had changed clothes and she looked even more beautiful, after bathing and dressing cleanly.

Damian was gobsmacked for a moment, wasn't that woman pretty enough? Pretty enough? Of course for Damian is just pretty enough, because he meets super super beautiful women more often, which is much more beautiful than Hanna.

“The book is very good, right? Enough in my body,” said Hanna, disperse the daydream Damian.

“Hem,” Damian replied, turning his body to step out of the boutique.

“Master wait!” call Hanna. Makes Damian look.

“You wrote my debt how much. Someday I will pay for it,” said Hanna. Damian did not reply, he again walked out of the boutique.

Hanna followed him from behind.

“Master! The master! Am I not beautiful in this dress?” ask Hanna again. They walk in the parking lot. Of course Damian would not answer such a trivial matter.

“Master!Sir!” call Hanna again. Now Damian stopped his steps and turned his body to face Hanna.

“Can you not call me Mr?” damian asked, he was sultry with the words of Master from Hanna's mouth.

“What do you want me to call?” ask Hanna.

“You know my name,” Damian replied, back to running. Hanna frowning.

“Oh yes Damian. I'm calling you Damian?” hanna asked, back following Damian's steps, who ignored her, she felt uneasy about the woman following wherever she went.

“My name is Hanna, Hanna,” said Hanna, introduced herself.Damian remains sexless, want her name Hanna or whoever she doesn't care.

They also re-entered the car, apparently Mr. Indra was already in the car with the driver.

“We have been waiting, Sir,” said Mr. Indra to Damian.

“Yes, we're leaving,” Damian replied. The car left the boutique.

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