Loving the Mafia
Supervisory Pen

After the astonishment and wonder why with Akram, now answered already it turns out it was part of the plan he said.

'This is the time, ' said Revalina in her heart.

"Sssshhh," hissed Revalina while squeezing her dress.

"Sir Rival," called Revalina while wagging the young Lecturer's sleeves.

Rival immediately turned to stop the conversation with the invited guests. "Yes, why?"

"I didn't want to go to the toilet, did I?" ask Revalina back.

"Want me to take you?" Rival offered himself a glance at the dress Revalina was wearing.

Both eyes uncontrollable, suddenly glared without the slightest brake it felt like rippling at that time but in an instant he was awakened with a wedding ring that was coiled on his ring finger.

"Hemhem, I can't be alone" replied Revalina with a smile of formality.

After saying goodbye to her husband, Revalina rushed out of the building with both sides of the dress. Again he was bothered with the dress he was wearing not to mention having to chase after Dalsa.

Arriving in the hallway of the room which was booked one floor full by the family, a split second Revalina saw the end of the Dalsa dress had just entered the room. Exactly as he expected Dalsa would return to the room.

He quickly moved his legs while thinking of a safe strategy to do now.

'I had to put the camera right in a crack that Dalsa couldn't possibly know, ' Revalina murmured in her heart.

"There are so many stains, there is no way I can keep wearing this dress. It's all because of the fucking Akram," grumbled Dalsa annoyed while cleaning his dress with a tissue.

With the door of the room wide open, Revalina filled in the middle while looking at Dalsa who was unaware of her presence.

"Assalamualaikum, Dalsa," greetings Revalina in a shrewd, well mannered tone.

Dalsa immediately raised her head with a surprised expression she was seen trying to cover up her irritation with a smile that was slowly etched on her lips.

"Waalaikumsalam" replied Dalsa.

"Why your dress?" tanya Revalina began to talk, while behind the folds of her dress she had grasped a small pen-shaped camera.

Dalsa looked down at the dirty part of her dress, then looked back at Revalina.

"It's dirty because of the kul-kul ice spill of Akram" Dalsa replied in an annoyed tone.

When Dalsa spoke, Revalina took the time to find the safest spot to put her camera on record.

"Yes God. On behalf of Akram I'm sorry yes, it's reckless people can spill kul-kul ice into your dress" said Revalina with a sad face, trying to show her guilt.

"If she wasn't your best friend I would've kicked her out of this," grumbled Dalsa again trying to clean her dress.

Dalsa's position is now very fitting for Revalina to put the camera, he said, not wanting to miss the opportunity quickly he raised his feet one step forward covering the table on the right side of the door with his back to the table one hand trying to slip quickly to the sidelines between the two flower vases in the shape of a box that is squeezed together.

'Ah thank goodness fit, ' said Revalina in her heart relieved to feel her pen camera fit into the gap of the two vases, also not protruding so it will not trigger Dalsa curious.

"Why Reva?" dalsa asked fiercely.

Suddenly Dalsa had already raised her head back, looking at the silent Revalina while holding the back.

Then he immediately returned the position of his hand so as not to make Dalsa feel suspicious.

"Ah but I have called the perias to go to my room, be safe let him help release," continued Revalina before her conversation with Dalsa became more crisp because of the sudden silence.

"So far as your dress goes, I'll call you a fairy too. She was carrying another dress" Revalina said.

"No need, I just changed my normal clothes. You don't have to interfere" said Dalsa with her flat face.

"No, you have to wear a dress. I said yes" Revalina argued, and she hurried back to take two sides of her dress.

"Assalamualaikum" said Revalina at the end of the door.

"Waalaikumsalam" Dalsa said seconds after Revalina actually came out of her room.

A few steps away from Dalsa's room, Revalina felt her heart so relieved that she felt an unusually soul-stirring heartbeat at one moment she had to act like nothing.

After the action of tucking a camera pen in his room makes the truth more clear, especially the evidence he wants to hold as a weapon.

That night, of course, Revalina didn't really go back to her room, after Dalsa's room he returned to the throne stage to accompany Rival to welcome the remains of new guests while both sides of the family had started to come down to welcome the guests present.

"It's safe?" tanya Rival whispered softly in front of Revalina.

"Safe," replied Revalina as she greeted the guest.

Of the hundreds of guests present only one person Revalina was looking for at the moment was Akram, he tried to sharpen his eyesight to highlight one by one guests sitting at the round table and also guests who are still in groups with other guests.

Didn't think Akram was not at the two points, he was actually talking to a 7-year-old girl, he squatted to look into the boy's eyes with his two eyes that began to glaze over.

'Akram, why is he. Childhood can make a cry of an Akram, said Revalina wondered in her heart.

Repeatedly Revalina tried to find a gap to code, Akram actually did not connect and often ignored eye contact between them. 

'I swear, he sucks. I just want to tell you that everything is safe even he does not understand eh now even defecate, insolent indeed, ' grumbled Revalina in the heart.

Until finally an hour later the guests slowly stepped up the event, the building was so quiet lived some guests who happened to come late at night but not with Akram who was still loyal to be there until the event was finished.

"Pity Akram alone from earlier, must be lonely," quipped Revalina hope Rival asked him to approach Akram.

He was eager to talk to him if all was safe, also asked whose son had made him sad with the intention of being taunted.

"Part of why he did not go home immediately, people have come home he even feels at home here," said ketus Rival.

"That's the name of a friend, want last night whatever the event must be awaited until it's finished," said Revalina proudly.

"That's not important, if the name of the friend should be the best congratulations and prayers for his best friend who is married instead of putting a tangled face in the back seat," argued Rival reluctantly agree with Revalina.

"He was in shock, still needs a process for Nerima the fact that his unyu-unyu friend is married," explained Revalina originally without any definite truth from the concerned.

"Whatever it is, I want to accompany him. Poor alone," said Revalina impatiently waiting for her dreams to come true.

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