MAGIC PRINCESS
Clarifications

"are you ready, dear?" called mommy Fi as she grabbed her tote bag.

"ayo mom, let's finish this," said Della as she walked out of the room and approached her mommy. with an elegant step she came out of Susana's house there was Zen waiting.

"morning Aunt," greeted Zen and was nudged i by mom fi.

"are you ready?" asked Zen to Della.

"always," he said, then got into the car with Zen and mommy riding the other car.

"you're the best trouble maker, yes" said Zen, breaking the silence, because Della was not usually silent like this.

"yes" Della looked over. Plastered ! "oh, why did you hit me?!" complained Della for getting a sudden snap from Zen.

"dreaming on, what's up?, let's tell the story," said Zen who saw Della still upset about getting a snitch from him.

"ish, could not if not hit, sick tau!, could-can my head bang," he still grumbled.

"do not daydream," while pressing the former line with the index finger,

"ish, get rid of your hands,"

"that's it, it's exciting, come on where the chatty Della is, how you plan later, huh. You've thought about it yet, dear designer lady,.." while pinching both cheeks Della because of anxiety.

"Zen, ! take your hands off my cheeks!, my cheeks can reach for!, what will they say if my makeup becomes damaged, shabby I do not like to appear messy in front of the media crew !!!" Della held both cheeks that felt painfully wanted it to feel like she was reciprocating the action.

Zen laughed at Della who was upset with him. "finally you come back too, I thought you would be a gentle and calm person," he said in horror.

"what did you say?!, huh." Della let out her breath, "i won't serve, I'm lucky to be patient this time," she tidied her slightly messy hair.

"you don't forget it, you have to help me as usual" he said then stroked his breath, "why it's becoming more and more so" he murmured softly.

"yes, yes, my dear Della, who likes to make trouble, when have I never helped you become your shield?" he said while shuffling Della's hair.

"you don't want to, you refuse?, get rid of your hands you're ruining my hair" said Della.

"when did I ever reject Hem ?,"

"never, never" he said, turning his face.

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in the building there were a few aides guarding the door and some reporters who were ready with cameras waiting for someone to arrive. a car stopped a few steps approaching and opened the car door to see a man come out and then enter with in the guard, various questions were thrown from journalists.

"young master Adarsya is it true that you will marry Miss Della the designer ?"

"have you been in this relationship for a long time ?"

"what clarification will you say later ?"

the questions are invading incessantly.

"please all move aside!," said the adjutant firmly.and immediately they entered the room.At some time a black car stopped in front of the building, an aide got out of the car. Della took a deep breath then looked at Zen and was nodding.

the car door opened, Zen got down from the car and then followed Della out of the car with a greeting of Zen's hand. Hiyuk Priuk the reporters are inevitable.

"is it true that you will marry young master Adarsya ?,"

"then what is your relationship with young master Zen ?,"

"is it true that you are in a relationship with two men at once ?,"

"designer please answer, who will you choose between young master Zen and young master Adarsya ?,"

Della Zen was silent, they continued to walk and protected by the aides.they entered the room, Della's chest was pounding erratically no matter what she felt uncertain. he didn't know why his heart wasn't so sure this time.

the invited media crew never strayed from his camera, the camera spotlight never stopped highlighting the person who was the leaf of the conversation.

Della walks with Zen on the podium, where Adarsya sees the arrival of the two of them, his eyes inseparable from their clingy hands, there is anger in his heart, silently he clenched his hand tightly.

they finally arrived at the podium and sat down, not forgetting to give his sweetest smile.

everyone fell silent, waiting for clarification from the person on the podium. Adarsya encodes weka, then she starts speaking up, her unreadable face has a glint of eyes stuck there.

immediately the room became boisterous, "as long as Miss Della was sick you always accompanied her ma'am ?,"

"then what about you who saved the day Miss Della drowned ?,"

"how could you not have said that the marriage would be officiated ? how can you decide like this ?,"

"have you lost the competition ? or does Miss Della prefer young master Zen ?,"

Adarsya stared coldly, she glanced at della "saving someone who needs help is a natural thing and can be done by anyone, it's a matter of humanity," he said he stopped he glanced at weka and then weka approached,

"my time has run out, and I have to go back to work, excuse me," he said and left the podium, boisterous Priuk people there were not spared, while now Della who got an attack from journalists.

"miss Della, is it true that Mr Adarsya said that?, and is there really no connection between you ?,"

Della stared at Adarsya's departure, "fucking she just left, '" he grumbled inwardly.

"i hope you understand, the clarification that's been made, we don't have any relationship I hope you understand,"

Della looked at Zen, and Zen hinted to get out of this place immediately,

"excuse me, because there is a sudden business we can not linger here, and this clarification is complete, excuse us to resign," said Della and then they left the room, when they got out, they intercepted the reporters, and they quickly got into the car.

Della breathes a sigh of relief,

"i thought something surprising would happen, I didn't expect the person to say the point" Zen said, leaning back

"you mean?, that Adarsya?" asked Della.

"yes, usually he won't be that easy to give up, well good I don't work anything and just watch,"

Della just shrugged her shoulders indifferently, just now I don't know why there was something strange in her heart, as if she wasn't willing with this clarification.

"do you want to eat?" asked Zen

"eat?, want but you are tlaktir," he said girang.this is what Della likes, Zen knows what he likes, eat a lot to drive away unpleasant things.

"i want to eat spicy seafood, plus wry orange ice, ah and again I want to run and then lotes, iced tea and also ice chirp,"

"habit,"

dratt..dret..

Della picked up the phone in her bag, "who?" asked Zen curiously.

"mommy,"

"hallo mom,"

"you're done?, if you're going straight to grandpa's house, okay, your grandpa's waiting,"

"well mom, after I eat ya, laper,"

"yes, are you still with Zen ?,"

"yes mom, this is the guy on the side,"

"give me your phone, mommy wants to talk,"

Della gives Zen her phone, "nih,"

"what ?,"

"mommy wants to talk,"

Zen received Della's phone, though,

Della yawns, whether he is not interested in knowing their conversation.he rests his head and somehow since when he suddenly fell asleep.

after speaking, Momy ended her call. Zen wanted to give up Della's phone but he was shocked when Della's head leaned against her shoulder, he turned his head.

"are you asleep?," Zen took a slow breath and allowed Della's head to comfortably rest on her shoulders.

"directly to the address, xxz xx x," Zen orders the driver.

"well sir,"