
"Aroon, how's your company doing?Is everything okay?" Zain asked as he placed the juice glass that was on his right hand. Yes, Zain only drank juice instead of alcohol. Zain didn't want to get into trouble with Yuna, because if Yuna knew she was drinking, she would be out all night, and Zain hated having to hear nagging from anyone, whether it's Yuna, Mommy or Daddy.
"If you need a capital injection, you can talk to me directly." Continuing Zain again, he looked at Aroon while folding both arms in front of his chest.
"Yes, I'll say it if I need it. Unfortunately, you know me, right?" Aroon asked back while staring at Zain, they were friends since Zain decided to go into business.
"My family's wealth will not run out even if I eat fifteen offspring!" Seloroh Aroon bragged.
Ploy nan who sat at one table with the two handsome men could only smile proudly because he had an acquaintance as great, handsome, as rich, as perfect, and many more flattery for both. Unfortunately, Ploy Nan was at a loss for words to describe the beautiful figure of Zain and Aroon.
"By the way, where is your wife?" Aroon asked while buttoning his suit.
"I'm just here to wait for him. I want to meet him, I want to greet him, and I want to know a woman as beautiful as what could cripple your common sense other than Angel Sasmita."
Ploy Nan's face that had been filled with smiles had now turned sour. To be honest, he was very curious about the figure who had dared to defeat him in the matter of taking Zain's heart.
"You know for yourself, women need more time than men just to dress up. I think my wife is fixing her makeup somewhere." Said Zain without paying attention to Ploy Nan who looked bored.
"Alright, Mr. Zain. I don't think I'm a match to meet your wife. But next time, I'll make sure to have coffee with him." Babe Aroon got up from the chair, shook hands with Zain, hugged Ploy Nan then passed from before the two beautiful creatures.
Meanwhile, outside the door of the Hotel Ballroom, Yuna stood while asking for permission from the four guards who were at the door. He repeatedly asked for permission and was denied it. Understandably, if Yuna was allowed to enter, then she would be the only person with a strange appearance.
"Listen Miss, I don't want to be rude to you. But, if you keep interfering with our work, we're forced to throw you out." Said one of the tall bodyguards with a ketus.
For two weeks Yuna has been living in Thailand, for the first time she has appeared in public. And badly he comes up with a dirty robe that he hides behind a black suit belonging to his female bodyguard.
"How dare you talk to my son-in-law like that! Are you tired of your job? Or are you tired of living? Tell me so I can reduce your burden!" The middle-aged woman Yuna knew was her mother-in-law.
...***...