My Beloved President
Reception Ends

"Congratulations, Ra! May you be happy with this marriage" said Damar with a smile, but could not remove the impression of wailing in his tone.

Rara stared at Damar, he was a good man, unfortunately Damar was not lucky enough, because he had to lose his beloved wife when giving birth to Diana.

"Damar .. thank you, hopefully you can get a good wife, a good mother for Dian as well of course," said Rara with a sincere smile.

Rara crouched down in front of Diana, both her hands gently grasping the little girl's shoulders.

"Darling, don't be sad! Although aunty can not be your mother, but aunty will still love you, you can come as usual to the aunt house, you can still play with Rio every day, and if you want, you can call your aunt mama, son!" persuade Rara, who was met with a sad look by Diana. However, even so, the little girl still nodded her head.

After that Damar brought his daughter to leave the reception, Rara looked at the back of Damar who walked away while muttering in her heart. "May you get the best, Damar!"

Only Richard's family, and his close relatives, remain in the ballroom. Sean pulls Rara to meet his family.

"Mom, Dad. We're going to the room to rest" Sean said.

"Go! Don't be so hasty, my sister-in-law is still exhausted!" celtuk Rania before her mother could say Sean.

Sean snorted in annoyance while glaring at his brother. "Cihh ... don't make it up!"

"Here you go!" lidya's orders were quick, rather than having to hear the insignificant debate between the sisters.

Sean and Rara say goodbye, they head straight for the elevator, which will take them to the bridal room. They got out of the elevator, then stepped into the presidential suite that had been prepared for them.

"Sean, let go of my hand!" rara protests, as Sean walks very quickly, and it leaves Rara almost tripping over her own dress.

"Why should I let go of your hand?" sean asked while raising one eye.

"There's no one here. So you don't have to skit anymore, and don't mode!" exclaims Rara cynical.

"What theatricality do you mean? We're really married, and it's legal!" sahut Sean while grinning ignorantly.

Sean began to bring his face closer to Rara, to make his wife rewind her body.

"W-What do you want? We are still in the corridor, there will be people passing by" said Rara with a little stuttering.

"Just like this you've been panicking! Just pretend to be panicking, after all throw away your dirty thoughts, I'm not interested in you, and don't expect me to touch you" said Sean as he left Rara, he went into the bridal chamber first.

Rara stomped her feet annoyed, for being left behind.

"Ciihh ... not interested in what you said? Just got a little chance you kissed me. Ah, crap! Why did I return the kiss that time!" Rara cursed to herself, remembering the incident while still in the mansion.

For some reason, Rara lost herself, instead of refusing. Rara even replied to the kiss tastefully.

With a furious move Rara caught up with Sean. Either annoyed at Sean, or maybe even annoyed at himself, because it is so easily lulled by Sean.

The Presidential suite of this luxury hotel has a very spacious room, with an interior dominated by dark blue and white, plus a variety of premium-class furniture, which fills the inside.

The presidential suite is divided into two rooms, in the front room there is a sofa covered in blue velvet, facing directly to a jumbo-sized LED TV, complete with a home theater.

Not until there, in some parts of the room is also given an accent of gold color, so the luxurious impression of this room feels thicker. On the ceiling there is a lamp designed like white crystal balls, which hang beautifully.

Rara enters the master bedroom, she sees an extra king size bed in the middle of the room, which makes Rara shake her own. Plus there is a large painting by a famous artist from Europe, which adorns the wall, at the top of the headboard of the bed.

"Truly a real waste," muttered Rara, because once she entered this room, there was only one impression that captured Rara's eyes. Luxurious, very luxurious and too luxurious.

Rara walked towards the dressing table, she opened all the jewelry trinkets attached to her body, then carried her hair beautifully.

Sean, who was sitting on the bed, swallowed his saliva with difficulty, he was amazed to see the scene of Rara brushing her hair.

Sean's eyes can't be separated from Rara's neck. Grinning ignorantly Sean got off the bed. He approached his wife and then grabbed Rara's waist from behind, with a face that had been stuck to Rara's neck.

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