Billionaire Bride
CH-43 Party Barbequ

Night had arrived, in the back garden closer to the beach, it looked brightly lit, already laid out with several chairs and tables. Some servants in uniforms were also preparing food and drinks. What looks striking tonight's menu is a rolling goat, which is being roasted spinning round on the fireplace. The chef seemed to be quick to keep the stake in front of him so that it matures perfectly.

Damian knocked on the room. The woman had not yet left the room. Even the door to the room was locked. Damian was actually very curious what the woman was doing with the locked room. Wanting him to peek at her but no, he was not a cheap guy who liked to peek at women in the room. So he patiently waited for her in the basement. But it still did not come out as well, making him even more curious and finally knocking on the door of the room.

“Hanna! What are you doing inside? Why so long? Are you sleeping?” damian asked, knocking on the door.

“Wait a minute, I'm still responsible! Keep failing!” I heard a response from Hanna.

“Tanggung? Fail continue? What is tuh?” Damian scrunched his forehead. The woman made him curious.

The doorbell rang a few times.

“My guests have arrived, you come down!” shout Damian.

“Ya!” answer Hanna.

Damian immediately went down, he saw the waiter had opened the door, and his new co-workers went straight in, there were Dave , Ridwan, Willy and Cristian. They shake each other.

“Your house is very beautiful,” praise Dave.

“Trank you, let's go directly to the back garden, there the place is more beautiful,” invite Damian, trying to be friendly to his new colleagues.

“Where is your wife?” ask Willy.

“She is still on top, later also follows,” Damian replied, her eyes glancing upwards but there was no sign of Hanna exiting the room, making her even more curious.

Now they're in the back yard closer to the beach. The waves on the beach are not too big.

“This place is perfect for honeymooners,” Ridwan said.

Some waiters offer a wide variety of drinks. At the table parasman table also stood the servants who are ready to serve.

“Only I am unmarried,” Cristian said.

“So you're not married?” ask Damian. Even though he himself is equally unmarried, if not because Hanna who is in his car, maybe he is still called a bachelor.

“Actually I was almost married, but my bride just left on my wedding day,” Cristian replied, making all eyes look at her. Damian frowned, so he remembered Hanna who ran away on the day of her wedding.

“Why with your future wife?” ask Willy.

“Okay, I'm confused too.  I need an explanation from him,” replied Cristian.

“What are you guys getting set up? I mean you guys don't love each other or what?” ask Ridwan. Damian just listened to the conversation.

“We are indeed betrothed but we love each other, we have known from childhood, we are also dating for a long time, it is strange with his attitude,” replied Cristian.

“Have you not been sad, aren't we going to party tonight?  Look at that rolled goat is ripe! Makes me hungry!” ridwan exclaimed, making his friends laugh.

“You can taste the food, I want to see my wife for a while,” Damian said as he moved, he was astonished why Hanna did not come down as well.

Inside her room Hanna was still confused, she was afraid that Cristian would recognize her. Why didn't he pretend to be sick, got his head hit by the ball this afternoon, or some other reason he didn't have to show up in front of Cristian, but he didn't want to let Damian down.

Tok tok. Hanna hesitantly opened the door. As soon as the door opened, Damian was surprised to see it.

“What are you doing? Why are you dressed like this?” ask Damian.

“Didn't I look pretty?” ask Hannna.

“You're wearing a Wig? You wear glasses too? Make what? You look weird,” Damian said, still staring at the woman in front of him.

“Copot wigmu!” pinta Damian's. He went into the room, his forehead increasingly wrinkled to see wigs of various colors and hair shapes scattered him on the mattress.

“What did you think you were doing in the room, you tried all those wig-wigs?” damian asked, his hand pointing at the wig-wig.

Hanna tries to disguise herself so that her identity is not discovered by Cristian, so she looks for a wig that can make her face different.

“I just want to be different,” elak Hanna, reasoned.

“Ah no-no,” Damian shook his head.

“As usual you are beautiful,” Damian said, applauding Hanna, making the woman smile kegeeran.

“Feelings now you often praise me beautiful, has it happened after one?” hanna asked, moving her eyebrows teasing Damian.

“You fantasize a lot, let's go quickly down, my colleagues want to get acquainted with you,” Damian said, making Hanna pout, this man never sincerely praised her. Tau-tau Hanna's out of the room.

“Eh uh where are you going? Uninstall your wig first!” shout Damian. But Hanna didn't hear, she just kept going out of the room, down the stairs. He deliberately did not use the door directly to the pool because it was not comfortable that his room door was open when there were guests out there.

Finally Damian followed Hanna's steps, holding back his resentful heart with the strange woman's height. Although with the wig Hanna looks beautiful, but she prefers Hanna who is what she is.

 “Include my wife Hanna,” Damian said as he wrapped his hands around Hanna's waist, starting the drama., introducing Hanna as they reached the back garden.

“Goodnight everyone,” greet Hanna to her guest Damian, while extending her hands together one by one. When going to shake hands with Cristian, Hanna slightly lowered her face so that her wig hair slightly covered her face, not forgetting her left hand fixed her glasses. Cristian scrunched his forehead, if it's not wrong to have a picture of his wife Damian at the reception not wearing glasses, why now use glasses? Oh, maybe he was wearing glasses, Cristian thought. So he also did not think anything.

“Please sample,” says Hanna, try to be friendly. He felt uncomfortable as Cristian looked at him. Cristian scratched the scratch of his head that was not itchy, he felt familiar with the voice. But again at the edge of his mind, maybe because he misses Hanna so it seems as if Hanna is talking.

Hanna begins to feel Cristian suspicious, she hastily dodges, goes to the security table, pretends to check food and drinks, but does not want to talk to Cristian, he had to set his voice in order not to sound like Hanna.

He also took the plate and had the chef fill his plate with a few pieces of meat. Then he turned to the other table, Damian looking back at him, was picking up something on the table.

Hanna immediately approached Damian, touching his hand.

“Damian, have you taken the meat? I brought it for you,” asked Hanna. The man immediately turned his head and Hanna was shocked when the hand she touched was not Damian but Cristian. Their eyes met each other. Why is it so wrong? He didn't pay much attention to what Damian was wearing. Just why does Cristian from behind look so much like Damian?  His jaw was visible from the side, his height, his shoulder piece was exactly the same as Damian's. Are they brothers just like Satria who also turns out to be his sister?

Throw away those kinds of thoughts.

“Sorry, I'm not Damian,” said Cristian smiling kindly though in his heart, he saw his wife Damian this close very similar to Hanna even though she was preening rather thick and glasses. He let out a long sigh, probably because he missed Hanna, everything was like Hanna.

“Sorry I was wrong, from behind you look like my husband,” replied Hanna.

Hearing Hanna mention my husband, Cristian became convinced that Damian's wife was not Hanna. How could Hanna suddenly marry Damian, no way.

Hanna hastily leaves from in front of Cristian, before the man realizes that she is Hanna.

“Honey, sit here,” call Damian, wave his hand at Hanna.

“Huu darling,” Inner Hanna, sneering. But she stepped closer to her fake husband.

“Sit down,” Damian said gently.

“If it's drama, you're so soft, huh,” grumbled Hanna in heart. Forced to sit next to Damian, the man's right hand clasped his shoulder tightly, like the most romantic couple in the world. His left hand flicked the wig's hair that covered Hanna's face even though Hanna had deliberately covered her face so as not to look Cristian.

Hanna glanced at Damian behind her glasses. This man had more courage to hold her, had been willing to kiss her at noon, now friendly in front of his guests. Mode highly. He said the dream was just an excuse not to prolong the almost kissed event.

Cristian came to the place where they were sitting, he sat across Hanna, the seat is still empty, making Hanna more misbehavior, he felt the gaze of Cristian as if to tear her apart.

“Have you guys programmed to get momongan fast?” Willy asked suddenly, making Hanna and Damian surprised.

“Ah no, we are not in a hurry, we still want to be both, right dear?” damian replied, turning to Hanna, smiling sweetly, hugging her shoulders tighter and tighter.

“Iya, we still want to be together,” replied Hanna, also turning to Damian and returning her smile.

Cristian just listen to their conversation, why is the voice of Damian's wife getting listened to more like Hanna's voice? She looked at Hanna.

Seeing the reaction of Cristian looking at him suspiciously, Hanna lowered her head, tried to fix her glasses so that the wig would block her face again, then she whispered to Damian.

“Damian, it seems I am not well, if I can go back to the room. My head still hurts from the ball, ” Hanna reasoned, she was increasingly worried that Cristian would recognize her, because the man looked at her constantly, beginning to suspect her.

Damian looked at him, he felt strange, wasn't that okay? But he finally nodded. Maybe Hanna felt uncomfortable with the guests who were all men.

Hannapun immediately left the park, rushed into his house.

In her room Hanna sat on the dresser seat, taking off her glasses, her wig was also her thick make-up. Cristian had almost recognized him because they were so close earlier, and he had also touched Cristian's hand.

He felt sure long ago Cristian would recognize him. He and Cristian have been together since childhood, Cristian memorized his movements. They also dated for years because he felt he liked Cristian too. She realizes there is something wrong with her feelings on the night before her wedding, as Sherli weeps for Cristian, who is about to marry her. She realized she had never felt that deep in love with Cristian, maybe what she felt so far was more a sister's affection for her brother but not love. He finally decided to leave the wedding.

“Cristian I'm sorry, it turns out I misinterpreted my feelings for you,” he murmured.

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