My Bride, Amazing
Chapter 85. Not Papa Lift Usual
“Ah, take it easy I will come, just send me the room number,” Maharani said with a sweet smile.
Maharani also has the same intention, Arief Wandana is not stupid and will not invest in Fauzan for free. Of course he will ask for a reward.
They both do not realize, that this is currently in the spotlight of many people. Their attitude does not reflect that of a foster father with his daughter.
On the contrary, Jihan was very happy to see Arief Wandana treat her mother so. She felt proud because her mother got special treatment from a big person like Arief.
Khansa also smiled to herself from earlier while observing the screen of her phone. No one knew the smile behind the veil and also what he was doing.
“Woy!”
Suddenly Jihan came over and kicked the table in front of Khansa, making her jump in shock. Still, Khansa kept trying to calm down. Both of Khansa's black irises looked at Jihan, her hands casually grabbing her phone and stuffing it into her handbag.
“What?” khansa asked, rolling her eyes.
“Ngapain lo mantengin nyokap me ampe segitnya? Aah, must be envious ‘kan? Ahaha! Look, I was treated special by an Arief Wandana. You know, a lot of people adore him. Especially business people in this city, because of its enormous contribution. Ye? Have not a big man, a rich man who treats you with special like that?” showing off Jihan brought her head closer to Khansa.
Khansa immediately regressed her body. There was not the slightest interest in responding to the woman's rant. Khansa grabbed one drink and sipped it slowly.
“Oh I forgot. Anybody want to deket the same unlucky carrier! Some of your savings are most just bentar doang continues to be bored in the kick deh. Ahaha! Kasian deh lo!” jehan laughed as he closed his mouth. He re-established the body. Seeing Khansa who was silent, Jihan grew more and more intense.
“Can't answer? Means all really yes, duh tragic fate lo,” added Jihan trying to heat up.
Khansa still ignores Jihan. He felt as if there was no one around him. Khansa stood up and approached Fauzan, who was talking to his business partners.
“Dad, why can you semesra it's the same stranger. The same father whose husband is not like that. Keep saying Jihan, mother can special treatment loh, Yah from Arief Wandana,” Khansa with innocence.
Fauzan turned to Khansa, he did not feel at all guilty towards the girl. The focus is on Arief Wandana.
“Heh, Khansa! She's my foster father. I am obviously treated special like that. No need to hoax!” jihan spray did not accept.
Khansa is still pretending to be innocent. He nodded his head, “Oh, papa lift. But I'm not worried about that season. I've never been that close. Ye? You also never ‘kan as close as that father? Or do-don't ..”
Khansa deliberately hung her words while looking ahead. Where Maharani and Arief are moving more and more friendly. Even from the looks of the two they looked different. Not a father's gaze on his daughter.
Fauzan and the people turned their eyes forward. Sure enough, the music is getting slower. The movement is getting slower. Even her position was getting more intimate.
Both of the Empress's hands were coiled around Arief's neck, while Arief's hands were clutching the woman's waist possessively. They continued to move slowly, with no distance between their bodies. Sometimes talking and laughing together.
Seeing that, people began to doubt the relationship of foster father and daughter between Arief Wandana and Maharani. Fauzan felt the same way.
“I'm talking what it is. As I see it. I have absolutely no intention of hoaxing. Everyone can see it too,” Khansa added circulating his gaze.
Apparently, people began to eat his words. They began to discuss the Maharani's relationship with the man.
“If you think about it too huh? There was a time when papa lifted up like that. Moreover, his son ‘kan already married,” exclaimed a woman responded.
The conditions in the hall grew increasingly boisterous as they expressed their opinions to each other.
“Eh really ‘right, Mom? I never got that close to my dad. How could that only foster father get to like that try?” Khansa is getting worse.
“Heh, Khansa! If you don't know anything, don't bother!” yell Jihan did not accept.
“Loh, I'm just saying what I saw. But, the mothers agree. One server is my thinking. Maybe you are a slow one, Ji,” replied Khansa chuckled.
No one knew that Fauzan was currently growling furiously. His eyes were staring fiercely at the Maharani and Arief who were still dancing full of warmth. Both his hands clenched with roaring breaths.
“Iya, I agree with Khansa. Doesn't look like a foster father or a child. It's like ...” One of the young mothers hung his words. He glanced at Fauzan whose face was unfriendly.
“I saw it that way too. Before the dance. Too much if papa lift really until such a spoiled gelayutan. Though he's an adult. Iiihh I'm just uncomfortable look at it,” another mother's lips.
“Padahan same husband enggak ya.”
Khansa poked her lips firmly. Hopefully he can still hold his laughter until the peak later. Everyone keeps talking about it.
Fauzan's emotions peaked while looking at Arief Wandana. The one being stared at is still unconscious. Two lovebirds are like a teenage couple who are drunk with romance.
Amid the roar of Fauzan's turbulent chest, suddenly a new woman entered the hall. Her face is very pretty with a sexy body and very fashionable. Maharani is nothing, just his fingernails.
The woman's gaze surrounded, until finally it was right to her husband who was dancing friendly with other women. Both of his eyes were staring at the net, his breathing roaring violently, his heart rate increasing many times due to emotions.
Yes, she is Mrs Wardana, wife of Arief Wardana. She stepped firmly closer to the dance area, her hands ruffled around her waist, and she saw the hand of the Empress fumbling at the jaw of her husband overgrown with fine feathers. The woman was increasingly unable to contain her anger anymore. “Heh! Woman ******!” his screams boomed to the attention of all the invited guests.
“The show, begins,” muttered Khansa inwardly sitting herself in a chair, facing forward.
Apparently Khansa secretly sent videos and photos to Madame Wandana. Thanks to Emily, it's not that hard to get in touch with that woman.
Hearing the familiar scream in his ears, Arief Wandana turned his head. His eyes widened when he saw his wife standing up filled with emotion.
Arief immediately let go of his embrace, prompting the Empress to stay away from him. He left the Maharani and ran towards his wife with fear.
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