My Bride, Amazing
Chapters 84. Papa Lift
The maharani was writhing spoiled in the arms of the mature old man but still looked extremely gallant. Arief Wandana also greeted him with a smile from his thin lips. His hand slapped Maharani's arm, the two's eyes clashed against each other.
“Sorry a little late, I have to finish the meeting first,” said the man gently lowered his gaze.
“It's okay, Pa. The important thing is now present here,” reply Maharani widened his smile leaning his head on the man's arm.
“Of course, I definitely came for you. Because I will always support you,” said Arief touching the cheek of Maharani.
Guests widened their eyes, the atmosphere instantly changed 180°. All the attention was on one of the greats in the city. Many people were overwhelmed by his presence. They looked at each other as if they could not believe it.
The people who were gossiping from earlier about the Maharani instantly silenced and tightened themselves. Especially after seeing an Arief Wandana who looked very supportive of the Maharani.
“Mari, Pa. Please come in,” said Maharani with his centile tone still wriggling the man's arm.
While Fauzan tidied his hair and also his suit. He cleared his throat for a moment and then took a long step to meet the important person.
He was still unaware of Khansa's arrival. The girl sat down at the end of the hall. He went to a table surrounded by empty chairs. Khansa prefers to sit alone, not mingle with other guests. His eyes observed the interaction of Arief Wandana and Maharani while playing the phone in his hand.
As Fauzan got closer to Arief, he widened his smile to reach out for a shake.
“Mr Wandana, welcome to our anniversary party, it is an honor for us because you are willing to attend,” Fauzan said as he bent half his body. Arief returned a quick handshake. Fauzan has great respect for the man.
Arief Wandana has an athletic body, even though he is more than half a century old, his body still looks sturdy and sturdy. Highlight eyes firm, thin lips and a nose that is high enough also a thin sideburn that grows around his chin to increase the level of good looks Arief Wandana. Many socialite mothers who put a sense of admiration for the man, even though only dare to admire in their hearts.
“Hemm ... Fauzan, never make the Empress suffer in the slightest! If that happens, I will not stay silent and you will bear the consequences!” threaten Arief firmly while patting Fauzan on the shoulder.
“Good, Sir. I will always remember it.” Fauzan nodded, asserting quickly, without thinking much more.
Arief Wandana's status is very high because he is a big investor, all wealthy businessmen who attended immediately approached to talk with Arief Wandana.
“Lord Wandana, did not expect to meet you here,” said one of Fauzan's guests.
One by one the businessmen approached to curry favor. Because they know, how strong the influence of the man in the business world. Dare to offend or make mistakes, it means it is ready to go out of business.
“How are you Mr Arif?” connect the others.
“Halo, Mr. Arif. It's nice to meet you! This is my wife, Mister!” Some happened to be with his wife, all introduced. But for Arief it is not important at all. The man only greeted with a flat look.
“Mr Arief, did you come alone? Madam Wandana is not coming?” ask the businessman's wife. Because he knows the wife of the famous producer.
“No!” answer's short.
Seeing the discomfort of the adoptive father, Maharani took the initiative to invite him away from the crowd there.
“Eee, excuse me, gentlemen everyone,” sela Maharani pulls Arief's arm. Fauzan also opened the way to facilitate the steps of the man he respected.
“Please give way to Mr Arief!” fauzan spread his hands.
Arief stepped expressionless. His face was cold, his chin slightly raised with a straight forward look. Maharani led him around.
The woman stopped at a table, where the wives of wealthy businessmen ignored her and even sneered at her.
“Hai, the Madam all. You must have known him ‘kan? Who does not know Mr Arief Wardana?” said Maharani cynically. He intended to show them off so as not to be underestimated and ignored again.
“So the feeling of a lot of people ignoring me. Even sneering behind me. Who is it?” the Maharani fishing.
“Oh yes? Who would dare to do that like you, hm?” tanya Arief turned to the Maharani.
The woman smiled cynically. He raised his head arrogantly, while squinting at the eyes. He was satisfied to see the pale faces of the women.
“Ma .. forgive us, Mrs Maharani. We do not mean like that,” I am one of them, while looking down deeply.
Maharani's lips shriveled, in his heart he cheered for his victory, having a closeness with a very influential person in the business world.
“Iya, Mrs Isvara, we apologize profusely,” said another woman.
The five men took turns apologizing to the Maharani. They don't want to get into trouble.
“Did they hurt you?” tanya Arief looked at the Maharani.
He did not answer immediately. Enjoying the panicked faces of the five socialite mothers. Their hearts clashed violently, they gulped heavily at the sight of the Empress who was playing tricks on them.
“No, Pa. Let us roam again,” said Maharani after a while. His hand was still tightly coiled in Arief's arm and the other hand occasionally rubbed the embraced arm.
Accidentally, when turning around Maharani saw Khansa was sitting alone. His eyes sparkled as if he had the next victim.
“Khansa? It turns out you came here too. I think you will not dare to appear again,” said Maharani cynically standing right in front of him.
Khansa looked up, folding both of her arms on the table. Both of his eyebrows raised without a sound.
“Oiya, Khansa knows Arief Wandana. Famous producers and directors in the city. You know ‘kan? This Mr. Arief has a huge influence in the business world,” show off Maharani arrogantly.
“Oh! Maharani, unfortunately I am not interested at all. Looks like you're on the wrong target. You're showing off with the wrong person,” lady Khansa casually doesn't really care about their presence.
“Your base! Don't have your manners huh!” gerutu Maharani held back his emotions. Given, at this time he had to keep the image in front of Arief Wandana.
Khansa immediately turned her eyes to her phone. Until finally Maharani was upset and waltzed away.
“Papa, how about we dance? This has entered the dance,” bargain Maharani invites the man to walk to the dance area.
Khansa smiled as she saw the two people getting further and further away. He aimed his phone at both.
Romantic music began to play, Maharani danced very intimate, the bodies of both stuck together without distance.
Arief's hand reached the Maharani's waist and one other hand was linked to the Maharani's fingers. The other Empress's hand was placed on Arief Wardana's shoulder.
Smile on the red lips Maharani, both began to move in rhythm with the music that echoed.
“Papa very shrewd. More and more look handsome and dashing.” Maharani seduces Arief Wandana.
The man looked at her intensely and said, “Come to my hotel room tonight.”
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