Marrying the Driver's Child
MAS2 CHAPTER 17
The results of last night's family discussion were finally agreed by holding a party next month at the Om David hotel. Although Arsen and I initially refused, but because Papa wanted to invite some of his business friends as well, we finally agreed to hold it at the hotel.
Mama will take care of everything as long as I'm an intern. So, I can focus more on the internship and Arsen is more focused on the company, because this morning I have been doing normal activities again.
Today, I decided to bring my own car, because Arsen will be busy with his work, and he does not want me to be bullied by the Emperor Sir anymore.
As he got out of the car, some employees started staring strangely at me. Maybe because it's the first time I've brought a car to the office.
I didn't care and just kept on leaving them, until suddenly someone called me before I got into the elevator.
"Kimmora."
I turned to that person, it turned out that Mr. Emperor did it.
"Good morning, sir," I said as kindly as I could.
"Where were you yesterday? I've been looking for you all day but I haven't seen you." The Emperor tried to catch his breath panting, it seemed like he had run.
"I'm sick, sir. It is also the same permission, Mr. Imam," I replied. Mr. Imam was the one who was the mentor during my internship at this company.
"What pain are you? Why are you in? Are you healed?" ask the Emperor without pause.
"Already sir, I'm going to the room first yes, excuse me!" then I got into the open elevator.
The Emperor walked into the elevator with me, fortunately we were not alone, otherwise I would have gone back outside.
In the elevator Mr. Emperor kept asking about my pain, even he offered to take me home if I got sick again. I only responded with a smile because I was lazy to answer his chatter, until I finally reached the floor where I worked, and I was free from the Emperor.
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Mama called me to meet at the boutique after I got home from my internship. Mama and Aunt Sabila were already waiting there, so I headed straight to the address that Mama had sent.
The road is quite dense makes me not free to step on the gas pedal to drive a car. It feels like the congestion in the capital is getting worse and worse.
When I wanted to try on her dress, two people who were no strangers to me, a woman with a man walked into the boutique. Their arrival really surprised me. Why do we have to meet here anyway?
"Welcome Young Master, welcome Miss," greeted the boutique owner's woman who had also greeted me before, because she was a friend of Aunt Sabila.
The woman who came with the man smiled kindly and then made small talk with the boutique owner.
"You're Kimmora, right?" The man came up to me, he was Mr. Zayn, the owner of the company I was interning at, and that woman was his future wife, Arsen's sister from his papa.
"Yes, Sir. Mr Zayn looking for a dress here too?" ask pleasantries.
"Yes, that's for my future wife. What are you doing here?" asked Mr. Zayn while glancing at the dress I brought.
"Emm, actually next month my husband and I will have a small reception, sir," I replied as much as I could. Why should I explain it in detail to him who is a stranger to me?
Then, Mr. Zayn's future wife came closer to me.
"You're Yumna's friend, aren't you? Who met you at the mall?" ask the wabita.
"Yes," I replied with a slightly awkward smile.
"I'm Dera, Kak Dion's cousin, I know you're more beautiful, so I'll see." The woman smiled widely, there was a sense of happiness I saw from the radiance of her eyes.
"Well, you know each other already, then you should come to our party. Ten more days we will also get married, I hope you and your husband can come yes, Kimmora," Mr. Zayn said.
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...Yes, come, let's meet Arsen's father....
Patience is waiting for kikim pregnant, cook yes just released immediately pregnant, it is impossible, there is also a process ya gaess.
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