Infidelity
7. Snobbery

That morning the atmosphere at the Marsha boutique was busy with employees preparing a fancy dress for the daughter of a high-ranking state official who was getting married in two days.

A Marsha's cold hand-drawn wedding dress capable of hypnotizing others who stare at the dress will be mesmerized with endless praise.

"Are you going to deliver the dress today to the bride-to-be's residence?"

Asked Marsha who was watching her employees busy putting the dress into plastic packaging.

"Yes miss! She wanted this dress to be in her room today."

"Ok, send my greetings to his extended family. God willing I'll be at her wedding."

Marsha said and went into her study.

"Do I have to attend that prestigious party alone? The party will show a show from among them how great branded goods on their bodies.

And that bore me with sycophants whose lower classes praise sky-high for people who have a vested interest in them."

Marsha's murmur is

He prepared a new plan this time for someone whose conglomerate daughter is getting married in three months.

Marsha could have forgotten the time when it had dealt with the images. He sometimes forgets to take a sip of water just to wet his throat that feels very dry when inspiration comes that is able to create the movement of his hands in accordance with his imagination.

Within three hours she had already gotten a sketch of a very beautiful dress for the next bride-to-be.

"If I were a girl, I'd like to wear this dress for my wedding. It's so pretty."

Lirih Marsha is staring at her new work.

Tok...buttons..tok..!

Lek's check..

His secretary's face looked nervous as he walked into his study.

"Miss! You're looking for a man who's currently...?"

Brakkk....

The door was pushed violently by a very handsome man with a haunted face impressed intimidation looking at him sharply.

"Hey you!"

Marsha approached this mysterious man with graceful steps while smothering haughtily.

"What's up, sir? don't you have the manners to go into that person's office with that arrogant attitude of yours, huh?"

Marsha snapped that did not want others to act arbitrarily to her.

"Listen..!"

"I don't currently want to argue with a woman like you because of a fatal mistake you've made."

Say the handsome guy with a diplomatic sentence that Marsha doesn't understand.

"Are you able to explain the details without getting too complicated?"

Tukas Marsha looked at the pride of this man before her.

"The bridegroom you sent for my daughter is not quite what she wants when she gets married tomorrow."

This strange man before him.

"Crazy basic! Why protest now if you want to get married tomorrow. How about we change it if the wedding's tomorrow?"

Reply Marsha who does not want to be intimidated by this haunted man before her.

"Oh, that must be your new plan, right?"

The man's eyes were fixed on Marsha's new sketch.

"I want my daughter to wear a dress like this."

"Don't be crazy! How can I work on this elaborate dress in one day to prepare for tomorrow?"

"I don't care or this building I'll flatten it with the ground!" threatening the haunted man made Marsha shudder a little.

"He then came out again leaving Marsha and her secretary who could only gawk at the sketch of her new dress whose value was fantastic with materials that she had to get from abroad like France.

"Crazy.!"

"Miss, what should we do while the details of the material have not yet been made." Naina looks lethargic.

Marsha did not respond to her secretary. He walked quickly to the haunted man who might still be in the lobby.

With half a run, Marsha was finally able to stop the haunted man's footsteps when he was about to approach his luxury car.

"Wait a minute, sir!"

The haunted man stopped and turned to look at Marsha who was staring at him with a flat face.

"The wedding dress you are asking for at this time we cannot do because the material I have to get in Paris France."

"Then I'll take you to Paris France right now on my private jet."

"The journey alone has taken time, how to create the dress?" ."

"You can make that dress in the materials factory. Come on in with me, bring your sketch. We're leaving for France now."

"Just a second!"

Marsha went back to her study to pick up her sketch and her bag and passport. Both of them went straight to the airport by boarding a private jet belonging to this mysterious man whose face is like a Greek Indo crossbreed.

Marsha was not so interested in asking this handsome guy sitting next to her in his charismatic style. If you look at his age it seems to be the same age as Cal.

If calculated with the age of Cal means the age of this man is only 38 years old. That means she's married at 17 and has a daughter in her twenties.

"This man married at a very young age already had a virgin daughter while he was young." Inner Marsha.

Upon arrival in front of the mysterious man's private jet, Marsha was amazed by the body of this private jet.

"Actually who is this guy? The plane belongs to the heavyweight mafia. Is this guy a mafia?" Marsha's mind stared fixedly at the plane, making her dream smudge her smile.

"Please ride lady!"

Reprimand the haunted man with his heavy voice. In the cabin of the plane, Marsha again presented with the design of the interior of this aircraft beyond his expectations that he could judge how very rich the man in front of him is.

Marsha sits between the available benches propping up her legs while installing a seat belt as the plane is already maneuvering towards the runway.

"Include my name Excel!"

Speak Excel while thrusting his hand towards Marsha.

Marsha mentioned her name with a faint smile as she still looked tense at this moment.

He has got all the details of the material and all the knickknacks of the dress.

"Why don't you just buy a wedding dress in France for your daughter? Why should I be so upset with my plan?" Ask Marsha coldly.

"Your first draft looks original and the work is not wholehearted so it looks ugly in my eyes. While the new dress that you just finished drawing, has a magical touch because your heart and soul are on the design."

Tukas Excel makes Marsha flinch.

"Why is this guy like a psychic? She knows how my mood is when designing a dress. This is so great. This man cannot be underestimated. Oh yeah, by the way, where's his daughter and his wife?"

Marsha asked who appeared to be frozen in place as Excel revealed her daughter's very similar face to her.

"This is my daughter! He looks a lot like you. Tomorrow's one year of her wedding. My daughter passed away a year ago and tomorrow is her wedding anniversary."

Duarrr....