Not a Dream Marriage.
Prilly Bie Takashi's.

an : This story was set in early 2016 and finished in 2016 as well, sorry if you found many typos ;)

Greetings APL ;)

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Pov prilly.

"Hey...."

I squealed in shock as I felt someone gently patting my shoulder. I looked to the side, but a man I didn't know was sitting next to me and watching me.

"Tumben alone..." Say again.

I kept watching her, I met her once, but I forgot where. But no, I did not know and felt like I had met this man.

As if realizing my confusion, this man extended his right hand to me. "Oh we haven't met ya, I'm Rasya." He introduced himself.

I hesitantly replied to his hand, it would be impolite if I did not return his hand. "I'm Prilly." I said briefly while smiling faintly.

"A pretty name, as pretty as the guy." He said with a big smile.

I could only look down, hide my blushing cheeks from embarrassment. Many people have said that, but why can I be so embarrassed just by the beautiful words of people I just knew.

"Hey why are you looking down." he said. Rasya raised my forehead so as not to duck down and looked at him.

"You're blushing hahahhaa." he said and immediately laughed. What's so funny?

"Not funny!." Ketus.

Looking straight ahead, see the Eiffel Tower. It was getting dark and the Eiffel Tower lights were on. It looks so beautiful.

"Sorry, sorry sorry.." He said after finishing with his laugh.

I just kept quiet and kept watching Eiffel languish. It has become my custom, every afternoon I will sit in this park and watch the Eiffel Tower from a distance. I think it's much more beautiful than up close, especially at night.

I once imagined what if I sat here enjoying the beautiful Eiffel Tower with a lover. It would be fun, but it's just my picture and it can never be true.

"You're daydreaming.."

I snorted in annoyance as Rasya waved his hand in front of my face. Just throw away my beautiful fantasies.

"What the hell is it?" I'm sorry.

"Nothing, why are you daydreaming?" Ask.

"It's none of your business."

"Owh well, Miss Prilly is angry as it turns out. Speaking of which you're alone here, you're usually accompanied by a waiter and two of your bodyguards..." Rassa said at length while looking around.

I scrunched my forehead confused. "How do you know?" I asked full of search. Don't let him be a stalker again.

Oh yes my name is Prilly Bie Takashi, every afternoon I always sit on a park bench near the Eiffel Tower accompanied by two bodyguards and one waiter. But today I told them to wait in the car because I just wanted to be alone.

"I've only seen you from a distance, every day you would come to this place with a waiter and your two bodyguards. So I dare not approach you, and because today I see you alone I dare to approach you." Rasya said at length with a sweet smile.

"I deliberately told them to wait in the car. Waitaminute! You often look at me from far away." My reply.

"Yes, your bodyguard runs out that looks really scary." His words ended with a twitch.

I noticed Rasya who was laughing, very handsome. Especially with minimal light because the sun has sunk there is only a lamp from the Eiffel tower that illuminates us.

"You're a photographer?" I asked him to realize he had a camera hanging beautifully around his neck.

"It's just an ideal." The answer.

Rasya lifted the camera and click.I glanced when Rasya arrived just took my picture. It must look really ugly.

"No."

"It must be very ugly." I said while smashing my lips.

Clik...

Rasya took my picture again.

"Russia...!" Pekiku.

"What's? You are still beautiful with any expression." said Rasya while looking at my picture he took just now.

"Here I want to see." I said trying to get the camera out of his hand.

"No. You'll remove it later." Rassya said, he got up from the chair and kept his camera away from me.

"Why don't you just be a photographer." My speech.

Rasya sat down next to me. Staring straight at the beautiful flickering Eiffel Tower.

"It's like that, but my brother wants me to help him take care of his company." Reply while exhaling

long breath.

"Why don't you refuse and become a fhotographer, will you be able to take care of your brother's son who helps take care of the company.?" My toot.

"The bellyball was born." Rasya replied.

"What?"

"You're a kepo too." The reply chuckled softly.

"I'm just asking, if I don't want to answer, that's okay." Reply annoyed.

Diverting my gaze that had been watching him and again paying attention to the Eiffel Tower.

"I can't resist my brother's wishes. He's like a father to me, he's always obeying whatever I want." Reply Rasya, still staring at Eiffel in front of us.

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Not a dream wedding.

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"So how did Ali, you accept my offer?" Ask a middle-aged man.

Ali breathed a heavy sigh. "You know I already have a wife." Reply Ali.

"Yes I know."

"I don't care about your status, Ali. I just want you to marry my daughter, no problem being your second wife. Because I knew you'd be fair to them." The middle-aged man in front of Ali.

"What if my sister is the one who married your daughter. He's still single." Said Ali.

The middle-aged man let out a long breath. "You know Ali, I'm getting old. I want to see my daughter happy with her husband. And I've considered you my own son. I just want you to get married and make my daughter happy, not your sister or anyone else. Do you understand?"

Ali just silently looked at the middle-aged man who was in front of him. Again and again, Ali could only sigh heavily at his request to marry his daughter.

Though the middle-aged man knew that Ali was married but the middle-aged man still did not care about his status, all he wanted was Ali had to marry his daughter or his company threatened with destruction.

Ali had recommended his sister instead, Ali knew his sister was still single, so it did not matter if she married the middle-aged man's daughter in front of him. But unfortunately the middle-aged man is keukeh he who should marry his daughter not someone else.

"I'll give you a week to think about it. Good night...." Said the middle-aged man rising from his chair and leaving the frustrated Ali alone in his room.

'Oh God. What am I supposed to do? Help me God.' Inner Ali was frustrated, she was twitching the base of her nose and sighing in frustration. There seems to be no other way.

sorry to find so many typo ;)