
Tut tut tut's.....
The voice of the decided phone call on the part of decorating the car that was walking on the deserted streets.
"Huh, that stubborn boy, but how could Rangga choose to serve the project of his clients on his first night with his wife??" Arman grumbled in annoyance.
"Already, don't get angry on a good day like this. It might just be an important client that Rangga can't leave." Kartika said to her husband.
"Huh, that guy!! Sir, turn the car back to the hotel." Arman's orders to the driver.
"Well, why turn around? Vierra is also very tired of taking care of her sister's wedding, how can she stay up late again massaging Claudia?" Kartika spoke anxiously looking at the exhausted-looking Vierra.
The woman's eyes were slightly swollen, Kartika expected it because Vierra was exhausted, even though the eyes were swollen from crying.
"Then what?!! Our daughter is not used to being massaged by just anyone. Besides our daughter is also very tired because all day around the whole building to greet all the guests." Arman said to his wife and turned to Vierra, "You're still strong enough to massage your sister, right?" Ask Arman.
"Yes, father" replied Vierra.
"Well, listen, right?! After all, what Vierra did was just check some preparations, then he sat around after doing it. Unlike our Princess who has to endure the fatigue of standing all the time to greet all the guests." Armaan.
Although she did not like it when Vierra went into her daughter's bridal room, but after hearing that Rangga left her daughter on their first night to meet a client, she inevitably needed someone to vent her anger.
And the right person to do it is Vierra!!
Let Vierra go to the bridal chamber because she went there just to please her daughter.
'At least Vierra can comfort Claudia so she won't be moody about being abandoned by her husband on her first night, ' Arman thought to herself.
Their car was parked in front of the hotel.
Vierra said goodbye to her parents and entered the hotel and went to Claudia's bridal room.
Dong ding!
The sound of Claudia's bridal bell.
Click!
"Come in" Claudia said as she opened the door and saw Vierra standing in front of her.
"Well," said Vierra walking to the bathroom to pick up aromatherapy oil and then came back to Claudia who was ready in bed for a massage.
"Massage gently, don't stop until I tell you to! If you repeat the same mistake you made last night, I will absolutely not forgive you again!!!" Said Claudia who was still feeling annoyed when recalling last night Vierra left her without her permission.
"Alright," Vierra replied with a long sigh.
'I was also very tired, but knowing they didn't do the first night,. It was quite comforting to me.' Vierra thought with a smile rubbing Caludia's back with therapeutic scent oil.
While massaging, Vierra remembered something so she immediately said "Sir Claudia?" Call her.
"Hm??" The sound of Claudia's voice indicates that the woman is half sleepy and only answered Vierra in a semi-conscious state.
"How about if brother-in-law has come and-"
"You can go" replied Claudia.
"Ah, well," replied Vierra.
'I thought I would be happy when Claudia told me to leave when Rangga came, but it turned out that my heart was getting sicker. It's like, ah, no, I don't have the right to be jealous of Claudia.' Vierra said in her heart and continued her whole body massage.
Tick tick... Time continued to tick rolling changed to minutes up to 2 hours long Vierra still continues to massage Claudia.
Click!
Suddenly the sound of the door being opened shocked Vierra so much that his chest felt like exploding because of a fast racing heart.
The woman immediately turned to look at the door that was slowly opening.
'She's back, ' Vierra was overwhelmed with anxiety and disappointment mixed with jealousy.
He thought after Rangga came and he could leave Claudia, then he would feel happy because he could finally rest.
But now, he did not feel happy at all!
'Why do I wish it wasn't Rangga? Why do I wish that Rangga never came to Claudia's bridal room?' Vierra held her Breath out looking at the stifled door.
It seemed like the person who opened the door had little business until it had not opened yet either.