Don't chase me, Beautiful!
Uninstructed (4)
A few days later....
Elisha came with Rista to the residence of Oma Sophia. Yes, today they will deliver the happy news.
Sophia hugged her granddaughter very tightly, the last time they met 2 weeks ago.
"How are you, Oma?"
"Well," Sophia let go of her embrace and then held onto her grandson's face.
"Ma, we came here to give you happy news" said Elisha.
"What news?" Oma Sophia curious.
"Rista is getting married" answered Elisha.
"really? With who?" ask the old woman.
"Darren Artama" answered Elisha again.
"I'm like no stranger to that name" Oma Sophia tried to remember something.
"He's the President Director of Arta Fashion" Rista said.
"What?" Sophia directed her gaze to her grandson. "You're going to marry him?" continues asking.
"Yes, Oma," replied Rista.
"Oma doesn't agree you're marrying her," Sophia said firmly.
"Why? We love each other" Rista said.
"Arta Fashion is a competitor of Karisma Fashion, Oma still does not approve of you marrying her. You are the successor of the company, Rista!"
"Mama, they knew each other first. So, Elisha please bless them!"
"Can't, Elisha. Where it may be the company in the same field, hostile to each other in the business world into one family" said Oma Sophia.
"Rista doesn't want to run the company, Oma. Rista has loved Arta Fashion so much, there I was able to develop my talent as a designer" she said.
"You can broaden your career at Oma's company, Rista. You and Varrel are the heirs" Sophia said.
"Rista still won't," he refused.
"Oma will announce who you really are" Sophia threatened.
"Mama, let Rista determine her happiness" said Tania who had just arrived.
"No way, my granddaughter must have a partner who is really my choice" he concluded.
"Oma, can't manage me," Rista said loudly.
Sophia walked out of the living room without even bothering her granddaughter.
Rista tried to hold back her anger, Elisha then embraced her daughter's body and gently rubbed her arms.
Tania approached the mother and child, "Tante will guarantee your marriage and Darren's going well."
"Thank you, Auntie!" Rista hugs Varrel's birth mother as well as Sella.
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At lunchtime....
"I'm really disappointed in you, you covered everything from me" Sophia said.
"This I do because I love them so much."
"So you don't think I love them!"
"Ma, Rista has grown up herself knowing which one is good. So, there's no way he's picked wrong. Don't ruin her happiness for a Mama's obsession" she said.
"Why can't you guys be organized?"
"Mama just wanted us to be what Mama wanted but never asked what we needed" Tania replied.
"You and Sammy!" his weakness.
"Ma, I've followed Mama's desire to run the company when I want to be a doctor but don't force Rista and Varrel for this" Tania pleaded.
Oma Sophia sighed.
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Natasha is no longer a brand ambassador for Arta Fashion. Yes, the contract expires today. The wedding will be in a week. The preparations are quite thorough.
The wedding dress is almost finished, some invitations have also been spread.
Sella stared at the invitation Natasha had given her. "Who am I coming with?"
All his friends in the office said they would go with their partners. Rista, her best friend will certainly come with her future husband.
After work, he drove his favorite motorcycle because Rista's car had been returned. With reason disinclined to Darren who gave it.
Amidst the slow rain, Sella was forced to pull her vehicle over to the outskirts of a store that had begun to close.
He stood together with the other riders in the shade.
A car stopped right in front of him, a young man came down using an umbrella.
"Gram!" ogre.
"Let's go home!"
"My motor, how?" ask Sella.
A man got out of a small car running towards the two. "Let me take it, Miss!"
"But...."
Varrel pulls Sella's hand and waddles her, both walking to the car.
"Did he know my home address?"
"He's been to your house once!" Varrel opened the door for Sella. After that, he walked to the driver's door.
Sella looked at her motorbike.
"He won't take your bike away, his salary of three months can afford to buy a bike like you" Varrel said.
"Hey, you never know how I got that bike, it took a fight. I had to save up a year to buy it" Sella said.
"I'll replace it, if anything happens with your bike," Varrel said.
"But I don't need your money."
"Yes" he answered doubtfully.
"Why are you riding a motorcycle?"
"I've got Rista's car back" he replied.
"Do you want to buy a car too?"
"No."
"Home?"
"No."
"Then what do you want?"
"Nothing!"
"How about Natasha's wedding we go together?" garam Varrel.
"No way."
"Do you have a partner?" ask Varrel.
Sella shook her head.
"Good, I'm glad to hear it" Varrel said.
Sella turned her gaze to the man beside her, "What do you mean?"
"Nothing."
Sella looked back at the street in front of her, making Varrel smile.
Eventually the two arrive at Sella's parents' residence.
They got off together from the car, Varrel was carrying Sella.
The sound of lightning rolling out makes Sella surprised by quickly clutching the body of the man near her.
Varrel who got a hug suddenly drew his smile.
Sella let go of the crack, her cheeks flushed red, "Sorry!"
"Yes." Yeah."
Varrel hasn't left yet because Sella's holding him back.
"I'll make you a drink" Sella went to the kitchen.
Sella's house looks lonely.
"Where are your parents?" varrel asked after Sella showed up carrying some warm tea.
"They went to the village."
"So you live alone?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm going to sleep at Rista's house."
"Oh, so. It's good that you sleep in his house" Varrel said with relief.
"Please drink!" Sella welcomes her guests.
Varrel sipped his tea.
"Do you want to eat something?" tawar Sella's.
"Can you cook?"
"It could be fried rice, though" Sella replied.
"Yes, go to the kitchen and cook me some fried rice" Varrel said.
Sella stood up from her chair and went to the kitchen she started slicing onions and chili peppers.
Not until 30 minutes, finally a plate of fried rice is completed. Sella sat down in front of Varrel, "Please!"
Varrel started to taste it.
"How's it?" Sella was curious.
"Pretty good!"
"Oh!" Sella breathes a sigh of relief.
"Where did you learn to cook?"
"From cell phones."
"But, it's pretty good. I spent it, huh?"
"Yes, please." Sella was so happy.
Finally a plate of rice was eaten Varrel greedily.
Sella smiled to see it.
"Go take a shower, I'll take you to Rista's apartment" he bargained. "Your motorbike let my driver take me to the workshop" he continued.
"All right, wait a minute!" Sella went to her room to clean up.
The rain starts to subside, Varrel waits for Sella who is getting ready for Rista's house.
At exactly 7 p.m., they left for the apartment where Rista and her mother lived.
Sella was always watching Varrel with a smile.
"Why do you see me like that?"
"You're very handsome" he said.
"Why did you just realize it?" ask Varrel confidently.
"Come on," Sella threw away her face.
"You're beautiful too?" puji Varrel's.
"Thank you" he answered.