Fake Foot Girl
GKP 45

One week before the wedding.

Lea sat down on the sofa while sifting through her wedding invitation cards. He grabbed one and handed it to Sri.

"Sri, this is yours. Do not forget to take your lovers," said Lea smilingly looking at his men.

Sri grabbed the invitation card and opened it. "Hmm, I'm single, ma'am. How'this?" strap it with a bent face.

Lea chuckles. "Yes, already. Then just bring your ex-lover from the village," said Lea.

Sri chuckled. "Ish, this Mommy. I better come alone. Who knows if you can get rich."

"Yes-yes-yes, maybe. Oh yes, Sri. Today we're going home early because Gail's going to pick me up tonight" Lea said as she tidied up the invitation card that had been scattered on the sofa.

"Woke, Boss! With pleasure," said Sri with a crisp face.

"Ehmm, Ma! Ma'am Lea seriously wants to wear this dress at your wedding?" sri asked then while pointing at the beautiful wedding dress that was once rejected by Martha.

"If I wanted it to be like that. That's if Gail allows it. She's afraid she won't agree because this dress used to belong to Miss Martha."

"Oh yes, yes. Also true. Though I think this dress is very beautiful, Ma'am. Anyway it fits mah used with the beautiful Lea Mbak," said Sri.

Lea smiled. "Ah, you can do this, Sri."

A few hours later, Leah finished her job. He immediately took Sri out of the simple building and then stood in front, waiting for Mr. Rahman to pick her up.

"Sir, I go first, yes!" Sri waved her hand as she walked away.

"Yes. Be careful on the road, Sri! Don't forget, work again tomorrow!" lea said with a big smile.

"Yes, Mommy!" Sri smiled then turned around again and focused on walking towards her contract.

After Sri.

Lea's cell phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the flat object and saw the name of Mr. Rahman plastered there. Lea immediately received a call from her personal driver.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Non, suddenly the car broke down. You can't pick up Non Lea on time. This is you are still in the workshop and they are still checking the damage" Mr Rahman said from across the phone.

Lea glanced at the watch that was coiled around her wrist. "Oh, yes, sir. I'll just order a taxi online" Lea said.

"Yes, Non. I'm sorry, sir" said Mr. Rahman who felt guilty.

"Yes, it's okay, sir."

After deciding on a call from Mr. Rahman, Lea started to open an online taxi application that he could use to book a taxi or taxi that could take him back home.

However, I don't know why the app can't be used. Several times he tried to order the taxi online, always failed and failed. Lea was confused, while she wanted to go home soon because she had to get ready before Gail picked her up.

"Geez, how is this? Do I have to find a cabman to help me get home?" muttered Lea while scratching her non-itchy temple.

Because it never succeeded in using the application, Lea finally decided to find a place to go for a tinsel ojek. He stepped his foot down the road while looking around.

"Lea?"

"How are you, Lea? It's been a long time, we haven't met" said the distended woman.

She is Amanda. A friend who is a thorn in the flesh. The friend who stabbed him in the back. A friend who has ruined his future.

Lea noticed Amanda's appearance at the time. Seems like a lot of change. Especially in body shape. His once ideal body, now seemed more contained. Especially in the stomach that has been swollen.

"I'm good," Lea said with a slanted smile.

"Thank God then. Where are you going, Lea? Tumben walk," Amanda chirped again as she occasionally stroked her distended stomach.

"My car broke down and Mr. Rahman took it to the workshop" Lea replied lazily.

Actually Lea was very lazy to talk to her former best friend. How not, Lea was so sick of seeing Amanda's behavior as if everything was okay and as if nothing had happened between them. Amanda seemed to forget that there was a wounded heart behind her happiness now.

"Oh yes, Amanda ...." Lea opened her bag and grabbed something from inside. An anonymous invitation card that he later handed over to his former best friend.

"This is my wedding invitation card that will be held on Sunday. If you want, come. Don't forget to take your husband and your husband with you" Lea said, smiling.

"Marriage invitation?"

Amanda gasped in shock after hearing the words from Lea just now. He does not believe that Lea will be as soon as it gets a replacement figure Rangga.

Amanda read the contents of the wedding invitation carefully. Suddenly the two neutrals broke down after knowing who was Lea's future husband.

"Abigail Sebastian? Loh, it's not this guy—" Amanda fell silent when Lea suddenly interrupted her speech.

"Yes, she's Miss Martha's ex-fiancee. The woman who used to order wedding dresses for me" interrupted Lea with a flat face.

"Yes. But how can it be?" Amanda still can't believe that Lea's future husband isn't a random man.

"Of course you can, Manda. Nothing is impossible, if God has willed," Leah replied steadily.

"Ehm, dear Amanda, this is your fruit soup!"

Suddenly Rangga came and approached the wife. Rangga who had wanted to give up fruit soup orders Amanda, suddenly fell silent after realizing that Lea was there. He was fixated with the gaze that kept on the woman.

"Well, I'll excuse you and don't forget to come to my wedding." Lea smiled then nodded slowly. He then resumed his steps, leaving the couple.

"What does Leah mean? Whose wedding?" asked Rangga with furrowed brows.

"Hhhh."

Amanda muttered as she handed over an anonymous invitation card that had been given by Lea to Rangga's hand. Rangga noticed the invitation card and read it.

"E-ehhmm, isn't this the boss owner of the company I work for, Amanda?" squealing Rangga with round eyes.

"What's? Your boss?" tekik Amanda who was so surprised after knowing that Abigail is the boss owner of the company, where Rangga worked all this time.

"Yes, Mr. Abigail is the sole heir to the Victoria Group," explained Rangga, who still does not believe that Lea will marry the handsome and established figure.

"Hhh, how lucky is Lea's fate! Letting go of the abuse, then getting billions," Amanda murmured inwardly.

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