Mr Love Love
Welcoming Party

"Doctor Araf, thank you for the amazing presentation you outlined. We are confident that, with the hard work of our talented team, the medicine we will develop will do good for everyone. This hospital will be known." Said Sarma, a representative of the US-based hospital. He used to be my professor. And I learned a lot from him.

"Thank You, Professor." I said while shaking the hand of Doctor Sarma. At the age of sixty years he looks fresh and healthy. His charisma is timeless.

I respect Professor Sarma more than anyone. He is a good person although sometimes his critical attitude makes many students his upbringing have to give up and look for other Professors. Although cruel whatever the method of Professor Sarma when teaching in class, to me he is like a wave that I must conquer. And look at the results now? I am one of the best surgeons in all of Indonesia.

"Come with me. I'll introduce the Professor to my wife. Coincidentally tonight will be a party at Mama-in-law's house." I knew he'd refuse that's why I was just talking nonsense.

"Okay." Professor Sarma replied without thinking.

Glekkk!

I immediately swallowed the saliva hearing Professor Sarma's short answer. I really didn't expect that he would say 'Yes' that easily.

"I can guess your way of thinking! Are you sorry you invited me? Or do you not want to introduce your beautiful wife to me? If she's your wife then you're my son! Don't I have the right to see my son-in-law?"

"Hahaha, sorry. That's not what I mean!" I said briefly while holding my ear.

"alright. Let's go, everyone must be waiting for our arrival." Say me again. We walked together to the ground floor, I decided to go to Mama Nani's house in my car with Professor Sarma, so we could talk longer and share each other's thoughts.

"Now tell me, what do you like most about your wife?" Professor Sarma asked while looking at my smiling face. While me? I'm busy in the steering wheel.

"Hm! If asked like that? I don't know where to start. But clearly, she's the best among the billions of women there is.

No woman is as gentle, as understanding, and as good as herself. I was happy when I was with him. And I started to miss him when I was away from him." My babble can't control my happy feelings.

I feel like I want to get to the Wijaya residence so that I can see a face as beautiful as the full moon of the most beautiful woman in the world, Sabina Wijaya.

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The special night that Morgiana was waiting for finally arrived. With a body as high as one hundred and seventy she is more suitable to be a top model or actress, she is very beautiful and her beauty is not inferior to any actress. Even without a thick makeup spread, the beautiful charm of Morgiana will still be visible.

"Subhanallah. Beautiful cousin!" Praise me for seeing Morgiana standing in front of me.

"Thank you's. But you're so much prettier than me!" Reply Morgiana with a charming smile.

"Sabina, I'm sure your husband won't be able to blink when he sees you! That shirt looks like it fits you, which means she chose that shirt while imagining your beautiful charm!" Morgiana said again.

"Is this really beautiful?"

Without saying a word, Morgiana could only nod in resignation.

"I'm sure all the invited guests have arrived, and among all the people I know who you're most looking forward to!" Morgiana chirped me softly, her beautiful face did not stop smiling.

"Yes, you're right. I look forward to his arrival. And today, I dress up specifically just for her." My reply, reaching for Morgiana's fingers, led her to the door so that we could go hand in hand.

Meanwhile, downstairs, the guests were happy, and the smiling faces explained everything. Home decoration that is deliberately arranged in such a way with silver, purple, red and blue colors dominates the house of Wijaya. The color is adjusted to Morgiana's favorite color.

The melodious music that felt so soft stroked the auditory senses of the invited guests. Some people even shamelessly began to show their abilities in playing the song along with guitar quotes. Leave the trouble, fret and fidget behind and let's party, enjoy the time there with a burst of gratitude.

Morgiana and I walked together, clutching fingers as they descended the stairs slowly. I did not pay attention to everyone, because my net was only looking for one figure, namely Araf Laurent Wismantara.

Where's Mas Araf? Why he doesn't look anywhere. Has he not come yet? If she didn't come then who was this beauty for? I do not like to dress up if the edges of this beauty can not be enjoyed by the figure who became the owner. Hmh! I started to mutter in my heart. Although my lips carved a smile but my heart felt sorrow. I don't like being in a crowd without her.

While Mama was busy introducing Morgiana to her guests, I slipped away and walked back upstairs, standing on the balcony enjoying the solitude. Really, this silence feels so soothing.

"Good night Miss, what do you want to drink? I'll bring it."

I don't know who reprimanded me when I felt sadness. I even lazily looked at the person standing behind me, his voice sounding heavy. I guess he's about forty.

"No. Thank ye. You can go!" Answer me without regard to the man's words.

"Is Miss sure Miss doesn't want anything? Just say!"

"I said I didn't want to. Please don't bother me!" Reply again. I'm honestly very upset. But as much as possible I tried to hold back my anger.

"I think Miss is upset, maybe that's why Miss doesn't want anything. I'll ask you one more time, does Miss want food?Or drinks? I will come as fast as a special lightning for Miss!"

Hhmmmmm!

I returned to sighing harshly. I'm upset. So upset that I wanted to teach a lesson to the waiter who tried to annoy me with his nonsense.

"I told you I don't want why you're nailing...." My words stuck in my throat as soon as I saw the figure that had been bothering me with his nonsense.

Glekkk!

I swallowed the saliva, between surprise and disbelief.

Sabina you're a fool. You're so stupid you can't even realize who you're talking to. I muttered while looking to the left. I'm shy. So embarrassed that I hid my face with my palms.

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