My Bride, Amazing
Chapter 22. The Perfect Plan
Khansa's answer certainly surprised everyone. No exception Maharani, Jihan and Fauzan. The screams in the hall came back.
Maharani shook her head, “No way, this can't happen,” muttered very slowly.
Everyone present was a big NT fan. It is not a difficult thing to distinguish the original dress from the knockoff one.
“I'll check it!” There was one of them who wanted to check the authenticity of the dress that Khansa was wearing.
A middle-aged woman who is still beautiful despite her age is no longer young. He came with his teenage daughter. The woman's steps drew closer to Khansa.
“Excuse me yes, Sa,” said the woman asked for permission. She started touching the dress that Khansa was wearing. Khansa nodded resignedly, he lowered his head, acting as if he were on trial.
Deep wrinkles are clearly visible on the forehead of the woman who looks fashionable and elegant, she down every accent attached, feel the material used, as well as the details of the seams.
A few moments later, things went back to silence. They were all waiting for answers from the woman who checked the authenticity of the NT dress.
“Where, Jeng? What is genuine premium imitation? You look very similar?” catch some of the people downstairs.
The woman looked up, re-enforcing her body. “Bene, Jeng. This dress is not a real NT dress. This, a premium clone,” is obviously the woman making the surroundings a little crisp.
Maharani and Jihan are confused, Jihan immediately runs forward because she does not believe the dress is a clone.
“Cannot be! That's a real dress! Auntie must be bragging. Aunt would have just wanted to defend Khansa. Yes, right?” yang Jihan shunned the woman's opinion.
“No, Jihan! I have a large collection of original NT dresses. I know exactly where the difference is.”
The woman then returned to touch the Khansa dress, “Nih yes, in a different material. The stitches are not too neat either. When viewed from a distance the same. But if it is touched ...” The woman shook her head.
“It's stiffer and the furing is also hotter. Moreover, the glitter can fall out only with the fingers. Tuh ‘kan on nempel in hand. If the original is not possible like gini,” obviously the woman shows her hands are shiny.
“Oh yes.” Everyone nodded to justify his words.
Everyone feels bad for having misunderstood Khansa.
“Aduh, Sa. Sorry yes, Aunt thought badly of you,” said the woman felt guilty.
“Iya, Sa. Sorry yes, we were angry with you,” continued another woman.
“I'm sorry too, Sa. But, why are you wearing a mock NT dress to attend this birthday event?” the other guests continued asking out of curiosity.
Khansa pretended to be stupid and pretended to be sad, trapping Maharani to the mercy of his father.
There were sobs from Khansa, making everyone feel even more guilty towards her.
“I ...” Khansa caught his face with both hands.
“I couldn't possibly buy the original NT dress. In general, I pay more attention to the Empress Mother and Jihan. I ‘kan only the outcast, who will never possibly get a little luxury this family.” Khansa spoke in a sad tone.
“Yeah, what a pity you are, Sa,” said some people sympathize.
“Jihan and his mother always demeaned me, mocked me and kept vilifying me in front of my father. Including, accusing me of stealing Jihan's dress. They'll never let me enjoy dad's money.” Khansa.
The situation changed very quickly and made the Maharani not have time to attack again. Now the sharp gaze of the people turned to the two women, Jihan and her mother and also to Fauzan.
“Times yes a Maharani buy premium imitation items anyway?” the lips of one of the guests.
“Iya, obviously the dress is not a real NT dress really. Why do you blame Khansa!” defend others.
“Poor Khansa always you scapegoats.”
Everyone turned to attack him. But Maharani is good at covering up his panic. Though in his brain think hard and wonder.
Maharani is confused why the NT dress he bought could be a premium imitation.
“Where can the dress turn into an imitation? Obviously I bought it the real one,” whispered Maharani right in Jihan's ear.
The girl could only growl in anger. “All ‘kan mom who takes care. How is it the same with Jihan? Who is Jihan? Sky?” ask her back by whispering also of course with a very upset feeling.
The world of the two of them seemed to be overturned by Khansa that second as well. Fauzan was inflamed, he again felt embarrassed and his face was red. A flash of anger from his eyes flashed. Both of his hands were tightly clenched. Jihan doesn't know what to do.
“Khansa! You don't make up stories!” jihan was about to approach Khansa.
Jihan wants to strike back, but the Empress unexpectedly pulls her daughter's hand.
“Enough Jihan! Don't blame Khansa!” maharani snapped while glaring at him.
He scolded his daughter solely to further convince people not to believe that the Maharani bought a mock dress, and did not suspect anything, when Jihan could be so sure that the dress was genuine.
Jihan was surprised to get a snatch from her mother. He did not understand why he was blamed.
“Stay at your place!” the Maharani warned.
He codes Jihan by blinking her eyes, so that Jihan can understand. His breath is still hunting. If Jihan still insisted, people would become even more suspicious of her.
Maharani took off the grip of his hand, as Jihan had already begun to calm down.
Now the Maharani can only grit his teeth and realize that he was again being bullied by Khansa!
‘again the village girl bullied me. Watch out for you Khansa!’ his displeasure was upset that only dared to speak in the heart.
Maharani who is indeed the queen of this film, of course very expert theatrical. Hurry the initiative apologizes to Khansa to melt the atmosphere of the already messy birthday event.
“Khansa, sorry yes. Mom was suspicious of you. I don't mean to accuse, just, just that was just a sock. I thought the dress had Jihan, because it was exactly the shape and color.”
The Maharani ran over and grabbed Khansa's hand. He clasped the girl's clothesline. Khansa was unmoved, rolling her eyes lazy.
“Mother please, Khansa. Sorry mom, yes,” he said again.
There was no reply from Khansa and everyone was watching scene after scene being shown by Maharani.
“Do you want mom to prostrate so you can forgive mom, son?” he again wanted to sit down in front of Khansa.
But not yet sat down, Khansa breezed away leaving the chaotic party. He did not want to cooperate with the Maharani to perform.
“Khansa! Khansa where are you going? Sorry mom!” pekik. Khansa pretended to be deaf.
His legs stepped out of the party room and pulled out his phone. Seen a notification of the incoming message, his fingers rushed to open the chat.
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