GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 219. ORDERING A WEDDING DRESS
As Michele quickly helps Arimbi measure up again, the Emir glances at the size Michele has written and keeps it on his phone. She immediately contacted a famous designer overseas to design a luxurious wedding dress for Arimbi.
When she could walk normally again, she would give her the most magnificent marriage that everyone would remember. So her wedding dress should also be the best. Don't forget he sent the size of Arimbi to the designer.
Michele is famous but she is not a wedding dress designer. So the Emir decided not to hand over designing Arimbi's wedding dress to her.
The Emir will ask the famous designer to deal directly with the wedding dress for his wife. Incidentally the famous designer was a friend of the Emir when he studied abroad first.
In addition, the Emir has not made any plans to announce his relationship with the outside world for now. If she let Michele design a wedding dress for her then Zivanna would be the first to know.
With Zivanna's personality, the woman won't let Arimbi get away with it. So the Emir must do everything carefully so that his wedding plan will be smooth without any interference from anyone.
The Emir looked at his worried wife attentively. For now, his wife still has to live under his protection. Arimbi is not yet strong enough to head off the coming storm so the Emir must prepare Arimbi to become a strong woman. For a moment he thought about making a special escort for his wife secretly.
Meanwhile Michele and Arimbi who do not know each other so closely that there is not much they talk about. The Emir is a very quiet man.
Only with Arimbi did he talk a lot and often tease his wife. The Emir was busy with his cell phone replying to messages from professional wedding dress designers abroad.
He also contacted a famous jewelry designer abroad to make the best and most expensive jewelry for Arimbi. He already knew the woman's taste after living together for a month.
Michele occasionally asked the Emir about his opinion on the clothes for Arimbi which the man answered with a short mutter. It was just Michele's mode of being able to talk to the Emir.
Michele felt a little embarrassed when she saw how sweet the Emir's attitude towards Arimbi was to her very special for the size of a nanny. After all was done with the measurement and selection of the design, Michele reluctantly left the residence.
He reminded himself that he would not succeed in getting the Emir's attention even though the man was already disabled. Only in this way could he leave quietly. He can come there because of Arimbi's clothes, otherwise he won't have a chance.
As soon as Michele leaves, Arimbi glances at her handsome husband. Because of that expression, inevitably the Emir plucked his forehead. “What's with your gaze?”
“Emir, you are really a lucky man huh. The director of January likes you, doesn't he? Not only that, he likes you a lot and loves you a lot. I can see from the look in his eyes at you.”
Emir stares at her, “You jealous?”
“No. I'm not jealous. There are a lot of women who like you and if I am jealous of all of them then I won't be able to handle it. I will die quickly from jealousy! They should be jealous of me because I'm the one who's married to you in the end! I'm your wife legit!” answer with a satisfied tone.
Although Arimbi is open-minded, the Emir is not happy to hear Arimbi's answer. If his wife isn't jealous, it means he doesn't like her!
“Arimbi! Have you always pretended to like me?”
“Hah? Meaning?”
“You're not jealous of the woman who likes me? What feelings do you have?”
“Emir darling, you misunderstood huh? Do I have to be jealous of you and then you know that I like you? Oh no.. I love you! It's not me who should be jealous but those women who should be jealous of me because you're mine! You're my husband!”
“We need to have a baby as soon as possible! I want a baby girl as beautiful as you!” arimbi said again.
“Cih! You are shameless! Every day you want to do it. Are you a big-lust woman? I don't think any woman pounces on her husband every day.”
“There must be an Emir! We're the only ones who don't know because they didn't announce it.”
The Emir's face darkened, his heart still not satisfied. She always felt jealous of Arimbi, how could that woman not be jealous of him? Does he have to approach another woman to make her jealous?
“If you don't really love me don't have to seduce me anymore.”
“Honey, if you don't believe me. If I really love you with all my heart, then just cut my chest. I'm willing to kok.”
“I'd rather see your chest than split it.”
“Pff! Ha ha ha ha ha ha. oh my dear Emir. Did you just tease me?”
When the Emir said that Beni was just about to enter but he immediately turned around and ran away laughing. Lately the Young Master has always been spouting such words.
Really, he did not expect that cold man would turn into a seductress. But the couple did not know if Beni heard the Emir's words.
Arimbi got up from his seat and stepped in seductive style while biting his lower lip. She looked very seductive with one hand playing the tip of her hair.
Then she threw herself into the lap of her husband and wrapped her arms around the neck of the Emir. “Is my chest so attractive? Would you like to see it, baby?”
Without saying much, the Emir moved his wheelchair towards the elevator with Arimbi in his lap. Seeing the man's reaction made Arimbi unable to hold himself back anymore. He immediately kissed the neck and lips of the man who was snorting a rough breath restraining his turmoil.
Arriving in their room, the couple became more and more passionate. The Emir who had started to be able to walk even though his legs were not yet strong seemed to start leading the game.
Arimbi was surprised by the uncharacteristic aggressive attitude of the Emir. The spacious luxury room was filled with voices****** and moans.
Clothes were strewn across the floor, an hour and a half later as the two got a simultaneous release. Along with the sound of the phone ringing. Arimbi who was on the Emir's body felt tired and lazy to move.
The emir took the phone from the top of the nightstand and looked at the name of the caller and said. “Whose number is this?”
Arimbi glanced at his phone and said doubtfully, “This is from the Ganesha family residence.”
Joana always contacted him using her cell phone. And he never used a landline like this. Thinking that Arimbi answered the call.
“Arimbi!” that's Jayanti Joana's mother.