Princess Reunion Cost
Marveled

"Non's part.."

Grazia who had just appeared in the kitchen, looked and smiled at her house assistant who had just greeted her. Then he went to the glass shelf and grabbed a clean glass from there and poured it with water from inside the teapot.

"Non, this is for non-Grazians" said her domestic assistant, handing over a piece of white paper folded in half, to Grazia.

Grazia who had just gulped down her white water put the glass on the table, then she stared at the paper while frowning her forehead.

"What's this?" Ask Grazia.

"This is a message from the guy who drove non Grazia home last night." The house assistant.

Grazia who has not been fully aware of being drunk and just woke up, was immediately immediately recalled the incident last night.

"Torck?" Mumbled.

"Yes non, the guy is handsome and polite." The house assistant smiled, as if teasing Grazia.

With a doubt, Grazia grabbed the paper and pulled the dining table chair. He sat there and began to unfold the paper.

Hello Grazia, my name is God.

You were drunk and grazed my car, until my car was scuffed in the back bamper. I hope you are responsible for this incident.

Sorry, because you cannot communicate properly, I took the initiative to open your bag and see your identity card. That's why I know your home address and take you home. All right, I'm gonna wash my clothes that got your vomit.

So, I ask for your good faith. If you are willing to take responsibility, please call my number.

oh yes, your car is on Senopati road. I intentionally stayed there. I hope you pick him up soon.

Grazia rounded her eyes, staring at the row of phone numbers of Gods on the bottom of the paper.

"Bi, did he take me to my room?" Grazia asked, who was starting to get curious.

"Yes non. But he's not alone. He asked Sukri for help." Obviously his house assistant.

"Whose clothes are I replacing?" Ask Grazia again.

"I dong non. That boy time. He is very polite. Use non-grazia with caution. Not looking for opportunities either." The housekeeper again.

Grazia. Only this time he was delivered home by a man, without any specific meaning from the man.

"Yes already. Thank you bi," said Grazia, as she headed to her room.

Grazia went straight to the CCTV monitor located in her room. Then he played the tape to see what happened last night.

In the footage, a black car with a sedan type, enters his yard. Then soon after he saw Sukri, his security guard, running near the car. Then a handsome man came out from the side of the wheel and went to the side of the passenger bench. Assisted by Sukri, the man pulled Grazia out of the car and drove Grazia into the house.

Grazia also switched the recording inside the house.

The man with athletic stature and also has an ideal height was stepped along with Sukri, while memapah himself towards the room. Then followed by the household assistant who also entered the room. About two minutes later, the handsome man came out of Grazia's room, along with Sukri. While the household assistant stayed in the room and closed the door of the room tightly. The man's clothes looked wet and dirty.

Grazia was flabbergasted, she did not expect that she had done anything silly last night. Grazia again looked at the monitor and tried to check the man's vehicle. Sure enough, the back of the man's car looks scuffed and dented.

"Duh! Stupid me!" Grazia Mumbles.

Grazia is drunk for no reason. He just broke up with his girlfriend who cheated on him in front of his eyes. To get rid of her heartbreak and run away from reality for a while, Grazia decides to have fun with her friends at a nightclub. Because Grazia had not eaten all day, the alcohol she drank was so quick to react to her body. Fearing that he could not go home, he decided to leave the club early.

Grazia remembers a little when she was unable to drive, until she lost control. Suddenly there was a hard impact and the car in front of him seemed to pull over. Samar, Grazia also remembers a man approaching her car and knocking on her windshield. The man told himself to get out of the car and had a chance to talk about the problem of their car that had a minor accident.

Grazia also recalled that the man led her into the man's car. Before leaving the location, the man had secured Grazia's car and also her bag. Then put Grazia's car keys in her handbag. Grazia also recalled that she had been taken to the police station, then she vomited her stomach and leaned back and fell asleep. After that Grazia remembers nothing more.

Grazia was limp on the back of the chair. Then he looked back at the paper from the man. With trembling hands, he tried to dial the number the man gave him.

Dreettt..! Dreeett..! Dreeett..!

The god who was cool looking at the laptop monitor screen also glanced at his cellphone which continued to sound. After reaching for his phone, God looked at the foreign number who was calling him. Then hesitantly, he began to take the call.

"Hello." Sapa Gods.

"Yes hello? This who?" Ask Gods.

"It's my grazia."

They were silent for a few seconds. Then God tried to break the silence between the two of them.

"Oh, that was last night?"

"L-yes, it's me. Can meet?" Ask Grazia.

"Hmmm, I'm in the office. How about it later in the afternoon at six in the afternoon," said Dewa.

"Oh so, good."

"OK.."

"Eh but mas..."

The god who seemed indifferent and was about to end the conversation was prevented by Grazia.

"Yes?" Ask Gods.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. Because I..."

"It's okay. My car is also in the garage. Where will we meet? The workshop yes... Hmmmm, maybe he wants to pick up a car in Senopati. Then just take it to the garage where I fix my car. It's good there, and you can also know what the bill is, without me adding."

"Nggg." Grazia Sahut.

At exactly six in the afternoon, Dewa arrived at the workshop where he was repairing his car. The god, who just got off the car he ordered through the online application, glanced at Grazia's car parked in the front yard of the workshop. Yes, Dewa has given the address of the workshop to Grazia through a chat application. So Grazia had been there since half-six p.m.

"Eh mas, the car is not finished yet," said one of the Mechanics who served in the workshop, when he saw the presence of God there.

"Ah, I didn't come for that car. I made a deal with the one that hit my car. The guy who owns the car." God pointed to Grazia's car in red.

"Owalaaahh. please mas. The person is in the room" said the Mechanic, pointing to a special glass room of customers who were waiting for his car which was in light service.

"Oh ok. Thank you," God said, smiling kindly at the Mechanic.

"Together with us." That Mechanical Law.

The god stepped into the glass room. From the outside, Grazia seemed to be waiting for her. That afternoon Grazia looked much prettier, than when she was drunk like last night. While from inside, Grazia looked at the God with a gaze that was admiring the man.

The god pushed open the glass door and greeted Grazia.

"Hello mbak." Sapa Gods.

"Ha-hello." Grazia Sahut.

"How is he doing?" Ask Gods.

"Ba-good.." Grazia nervously answered the God question which did not directly address to the core of their meeting on this afternoon.

"Hmmm.. mas.. i..."

"Hmmm, I want to pray first. Ten minutes" said the Lord, smiling at Grazia.

"Ng. yes. please."

"thank you. Later we will discuss," said the Lord, as he moved from his seat and walked to Mushola who was in the workshop.

While Grazia looked so admiring God and secretly he continued to stare at the back of God, until the man disappeared from his sight.

"Geez. handsome, fine, sholeh! What a dream husband!" Inner Grazia.

Grazia smiled to herself, she looked like she had just discovered a very precious treasure. Not only did he get there, he rushed to reach for his powder box and looked at his face on the small glass contained in the inside of his powder box.

"It's perfect yet huh.. hmmm is he interested in me? Is my lipstick fading?" His mind kept trying to find flaws in his face.