
"Mia, Bian! " The rebuke from Andri's father made Bian hurriedly release his hand that was still wrapped around Mia's waist earlier.
"Good night, Om," said Bian quickly as he grabbed the back of Andri's papa's hand for her to kiss.
"Well, is the new man coming?" Mia immediately hugged papa Andri spoiled.
"Good night, Aunt Alin. You are beautiful tonight, "Bian instead say hello and praise mama continued the Mia.
Mama Alin laughed a little, though,
"You look good tonight, too, Bian. Aunt hardly recognized you," said mama Alin slightly chuckled.
"Where are mom and dad from? Why just came?" Cecar Mia who has now released her embrace on papa Andri.
"There are events elsewhere that we also have to go to, Mia," explained mama Alin.
Mia just nodded.
"Have you introduced Bian to Abram?" Papa Andri asked Mia.
"Yes, they're acquainted. And what does papa believe? They immediately became close friends," said Mia exaggerated.
Familiar what?
The man named Abram just kept staring at Bian with a hostile look.
"Isn't that good news?" Timpal papa Andri while smiling warmly.
It seems that the father of this rich lady is indeed a friendly and smiling person. It was very different from Miss Mia who was always sniffy and her words were also spicy.
*****
By midnight, Bian and Mia arrive in front of Bian's cafe. The atmosphere is deserted. Looks like Eve and Steve have gone home.
Bian opened his seatbelt, though,
"Thank you for driving me home tonight, Miss Mia," Bian said.
Instead of answering the pleasantries from Bian, Mia instead thrust a map at Bian.
"What's this?" Ask Bian quickly.
"Just open it" Mia replied briefly.
Bian opened the map that Mia had just dropped and read it for a moment. A smile immediately fell on the lips of the man.
"You paid it all off? Thank you very much Miss Mia," Bian said in a sincere tone.
"I never broke my promise. Thank you also for saving me from a silly match," Mia looked at Bian.
"There's a contract letter about the relationship between us in the map," Mia pointed to the map that Bian was still holding.
Bian quickly searched for the contract letter Mia meant.
After finding it, Bian immediately read it.
In the letter, Bian will be Mia's pretend boyfriend for the next six months. And during that time, Bian must be ready whenever Mia asks him to accompany the director to various company parties.
"Six months? It's too long, Miss Mia!" Bian protested.
"The agreement could end sooner if I find the prince of my dreams," Mia replied casually.
"What if I find the girl of my dreams? Can the agreement also end?" Sergey Bian was a little begging.
"Of course not! I made this deal. So I'm the only one who can cancel it whenever I want," Mia said as she crossed paths.
So cheated!
"What will happen after six months and it turns out you haven't found the prince of your dreams?" Ask Bian curiously.
"You're having an affair with another woman, I caught you, then we broke up" Mia replied in a relaxed tone.
"What!" Exclaimed Bian who felt unacceptable.
"Why did you drop my image as a good man?" Bian protest once again.
"Which one is imej? Who are you? Famous artist?" Cecar Mia with a cynical tone.
"But why should I cheat. Why don't you just cheat on me and leave me because I'm a poor man?" Bian gave a proposal.
Mia rolled her eyeballs.
"If you're the one who cheated on me, I can give my papa a reason that I was hurt and traumatized by a man. So my dad won't be planning another silly match for me anymore" Mia explained at length.
Bian grunts,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Whatever, rich lady!
"Can I help you find that lost prince of your dreams?" Bian hesitated a little.
Bian still objected that the end of his contract with Miss Mia should be with a cheating scenario. Bian wants to keep his image as a nice guy who has only been loyal to one girl his entire life.
So Bian will choose the second option. Bian will help this rich lady find a dream prince.
Somehow the prince is how this honorable Miss Mia really wants.
"Where do you want to find it?" Sahut Mia cynical.
"I'll think about it later. The most important thing is that you tell the prince how you really want to look," Bian said with the most serious face possible.
Mia took out something from inside her bag, then showed it in front of Bian's face.
"Like this, " said Mia briefly.
Bian frowned confusedly,
"Glass? You want to marry a glass?" Bian hesitated a little.
Is this rich lady crazy?
She wants to marry a glass?
Mia clucked.
"Look in that glass, you fool!" Mia's growled still.
"My handsome face?" Mumbled Bian Lirih while rubbing his own face.
"Wait, you want to marry this handsome face of mine?" Guess Bian's starting to worry.
Mia chuckles,
"You yourself how? Want to marry me?" Mia's voice is still chuckling.
"No!" Bian replied quickly and half-screamed.
"Then you don't have to find a girlfriend for me!" Mia's sniffling started to get upset.
"I just want to help you, rich lady." Bian gave an excuse.
"I don't need your help. I can find the prince of my own dreams. You gotit?" Snapping Mia with a sharp eye.
Bian just sneered as he relaxed his shoulders.
"Of course I understand, dear Miss Mia," Bian replied excessively.
"Please get out of my car when your business is done!" Banish Mia on her rental boyfriend.
Bian opened the suit he was wearing and closed it to Mia's chest.
"It's late, rich lady, and you're driving alone. What if later at the red light someone peeked into your car and saw your pay*you were barely out of it?" Bian half whispered in Mia's ear.
The blush!
Suddenly Mia's white face became red.
Why is Bian so attentive?
"After all, you bought me that expensive suit yesterday, so let's just say I gave it back to you because I'm done wearing it," added Bian again which immediately made Mia feel upset.
Damnit damnit!
Why am I thinking so much?
Mia cursed in her heart.
Bian got off Mia's car.
"Thank you for the free ride, Miss Mia. Good night," said Bian as he walked into his cafe.
Mia is still in her car. The girl looked at Bian through the rearview mirror of his car, until the man disappeared behind the cafe door.
Mia confirmed Bian's suit covering her chest.
Mia could still breathe in the distinctive aroma of Bian attached to the suit.
Holy hooch!
What kind of feeling is this?