GIRL IN RED
CHAPTER 355. SATIRIZE MICHELE
“Already! We better go! Emir may be ahead of the wait!”
“I'm curious about Amanda! How can he get Gio?” ask Joana.
“Come Joana! He's none of our business now! Remember, the day of our vengeance will come soon. Don't forget to prepare everything!”
“Good. I'll come with what you say!” Joana follows Arimbi to the outside of the mall. While Amanda accidentally sees the two leave the mall.
“Isn't that Arimbi?” tanya Gio pointed with his chin towards the mall door.
“Yes right it's her with Miss Joana!”
“Huuuh! Being the richest woman is still a village! Make friends with women like that! Is he not ashamed? He should have made friends with high-class socialites!”
“He he....ya should be! She's not fit to be a rich woman! Look, how those people licked in his honor just because he owned this mall! Lucky for his life!” said Amanda who was filled with jealousy and envy in her heart.
Gio took Amanda's hand to leave the mall. When both of them were in front of the lobby of the mall, they saw the Emir coming out of his luxury car wearing his expensive suit. The Emir pulled Arimbi's waist and led him into the car. Seeing that scene set Amanda back on fire with hatred.
“Look at Mr Emir! He treats the lady hick well!” said Gio. He glanced at Amanda who was looking straight ahead at the couple with a sharp look of hatred. Gio smiled and then he took Amanda to leave the place.
“We will reply them, Amanda! You will get what should be yours” whispered Gio in Amanda's ear.
“I can't wait for that day to arrive!” said Amanda. ‘I make sure Arimbi will disappear forever! To get Rafaldi Group it seems like I have no other choice. I have to get rid of mom and dad! Ah, I should have gone back to that house to pick up my things and jewelry.’ whispered her heart.
Arimbi leaned in the Emir's arms, his hands stroking her husband's chest.
“Emir dear.....you are still angry huh?”.
“Hm....” that's all that said from his lips.
“Why angry? If you're still angry mending we go home? Where are we going?”
The Emir did not answer, he was busy with his cell phone and let Arimbi hug him.
“Emir Arimbi tried to peek at what her husband had been doing since he was busy with a cell phone. But the Emir glanced and then kept his phone away from Arimbi by putting it in his pocket.
“Fuuuhhh! My dear child.....you are not like your papa huh? It's cold! May my daughter be a girl! I have friends!” arimbi complained.
Actually the Emir could not bear to hold his laughter, he smiled faintly listening to Arimbi who spoke to himself while stroking his stomach. “He didn't hear you! Why did you ask him to talk! The cup has not been formed yet!”
“Heh! How do you know?”
“Arimbi! You never read information about pregnant women on the internet? You should have started preparing to be a mom! Stop being so childish!” emir.
“That's your fault! You plan..you always said you will always spoil me. You spoiled me too much so I became a child! Why are you protesting now?”
“Emir! If you don't haunt me, I won't be as chatty as I am now! Next time it's a good idea to think before haunting me if you don't want me to be chatty! Your fault! Own responsibility!” namel Arimbi.
“Pffffhhh!” the two men sitting in the front seats shut their mouths laughing.
“What's funny?” ask the Emir coldly.
“It's okay Mr.” replied Rino and the driver in unison. They can only laugh in their hearts.
Finally they arrived in front of M&J Boutique. The boutique staff and Michele waited in front of the boutique to welcome the Emir. The Emir had told Michele that he was coming. The Emir got out of his car which instantly stunned Michele.
His eyes were round looking at the dashing looking Emir in a suit standing upright. Michele rushed over but her steps came to a halt as she saw Arimbi get off the car with his hands in the Emir's grasp. Michele looked at the couple with nanar, after three years of paralysis now she saw the Emir standing up like he was.
There was a sense of regret in his heart, he did not try hard to express his feelings and chased after the Emir. If he had accompanied the Emir through his difficult times he might have been the one now walking with the man. His heart was sliced and his chest felt a pain like it was pierced by a sword.
“Welcome Mr. Madam.” greet the boutique staff.
“Hai Mr. Emir, it's good to see you standing up again.” Michele said giving her sweetest smile. His straight gaze at the Emir, he was completely blown away at the aura of the man let alone his undoubted good looks. Michele even forgot to say hello to Arimbi making the woman frown in wonder. He noticed that Michele was staring at the Emir in awe.
“Ehem....honey! Why did you bring me here? Will I order another new shirt?” arimbi asked as he stroked the Emir's chest deliberately showing Michele that the Emir was his. And sure enough, Michele was sultry when she saw Arimbi's guerrilla hand on her husband's chest.
“Come in.” he said bringing Arimbi into the boutique with his hands hugging his wife's waist. As if understanding what happened, the Emir followed the game of Arimbi.
He kissed the top of Arimbi's head fondly making Michele round her eyes. He had known the Emir for quite a while but had never seen the man treat the woman that same age.
“Master Emir! I've selected some dresses for Miss Arimbi!” michele tried to be calm. They enter the elevator to the second floor, Arimbi and Emir embrace each other as if they do not want to separate.
“Mrs Serkan! Call her Madam Serkan! Because she is my wife and the oldest daughter-in-law in my family!” the Emir is full of emphasis. Showing Michele the true status of Arimbi.
The name Mrs Serkan was something important. That meant the status of that woman as the richest and honorable woman in the entire city! As Mrs Serkan means Arimbi has the same power as the Emir! And everyone should respect it. Michele understands well about that but makes him unhappy because Arimbi now holds the title.
“I'm sorry. I used to call her Miss Arimbi.”
“Bad habits should be discarded!” said the Emir flatly and coldly. “Honor my wife as you respect me! He has the same power as me! Whatever he wants you must do! Choose your best dress for my wife!”
“Honey! Don't talk to Michele that way! You're gonna scare him, you've been friends a long time, haven't you? It doesn't matter if he calls me that, maybe he's not used to my status.” said Arimbi smiling sweetly at the Emir who was looking at him gently.
“Everyone should get used to calling you Mrs Serkan! If they can't respect you as my wife then there's no need to be friends with people!” emir said firmly and with emphasis.
The Emir deliberately did that to make Michele understand how important and valuable Arimbi was to him. Everyone should know their position and respect his wife as they respect the Emir.