Raj Malhotra, I Love You!
Surprised

Hearing his only sister go on vacation to India, as busy as any flat-faced and cold man immediately shot to the country of Bollywood. There is a sense of anxiety and unwillingness if his younger sister comes only to meet a man who he thinks is inappropriate for his sister.

Benzema had known for a long time that Arletta had an interest in the Indian man. His sister always praised what was in the man named Raj Malhotra. Although not in front of his eyes, Arletta always faithfully steadied his heart for a Raj Malhotra. Deep in the eyes close to the heart, that's what most people say, and it makes Benzema feel uncomfortable and dislike.

Even his ears seemed to hurt when he heard the praise given by Arletta, even though at that time Arletta was still fairly young.

Raj Malhotra is a good man, but that doesn't mean it's best for Arletta. There are still many other men out there who are much better than Raj Malhotra.

Benzema exasperated when he found out that King, who had been trusted to look after the two girls, had left them for a woman of unknown origin.

Although Benzema is far from his extended family, the man always controls whatever he is entitled to participate in. Like his great-grandpa Jordan. As the oldest great-grandson, Benzema advised King to be careful in taking care of the company. If only he was indifferent, perhaps King would go crazy, giving willingly whatever the woman wanted.

" Take me to the hotel where they are staying" he said as he landed his feet on the country's soil.

" Good sir. "

***

" Sora, you really don't want to come? " ask Arletta once again.

" I'm tired. You are the one who came. No papa, right? " Soraya is too tired to come to the event that will take place in the big house of Heaven. All day she accompanied Arletta to go around looking for the most beautiful Indian dress in Arletta's eyes.

" Areally not coming? ntar if the Sky with Uncle Ardi nanyain you how? not good if you don't come. " said Arletta.

" I'll be there tomorrow. I want to sleep in this mall, I am really tired. " Soraya threw herself into bed after she was done helping Arletta berias. " Greet them. "

Arletta nodded in understanding. " Yes, I was in the side. "

" You can go alone? not straying? " Soray.

" I can take a taxi. So I can't be straying. "Arletta.

" Oh, yeah. " Soray.

" I walk ya. "the pamphlet of Arletta.

" yes.. Careful.. "

Arletta looks so pretty tonight. The girl was wearing Indian clothes. The beautiful fluffy skirt decorated with sparkling beads adds to it even more stunning, a shawl he placed on the shoulders dangling to cover his exposed queen stomach. Hair is draped with a headdress neatly and correctly arranged. His ears were embedded with long earrings, his arms were filled with silver bracelets, and his neck around a necklace in line with his bracelet. Arletta looks beautiful like a real Indian.

" Sister Sky wait for me. "he muttered so happily impatiently meeting with the lover.

The journey to the Sky house is quite time consuming, because many vehicles crowded the streets.

The tall gate was wide open, this time Arletta could enter the house easily. The girl looked around, the courtyard of the house filled with vehicles. " It seems like the Sky Family is a lot. "

***

Soraya was surprised to find Benzema in front of her room. " Sister Benz. "the eyes that had been sticky, reluctant to open to be slurred when looking at Benzema in front of him.

" Was sleeping? " sanyanya.

" Is this really Benz? " Soraya ignored Benzema's question. The girl still could not believe the presence of her cousin.

" ck! " Bzema with Soraya's forehead. " really! incarnation! "

Soraya smiled widely, then scattered the embrace of the increasingly dashing man. " I miss. "long time no see, Soraya misses the figure of a cute but very considerate brother.

" No need to be lebay! where's Arlet! " Benzema.

Soraya loosened her arms, "Arlet is no sister. Go awayl.. "

" where? "

" Hehe. but don't be angry, brother. "grin Soraya. " Arlet went to meet Sky Brother. "

" Eh.. Where are you going, brother? " ask Soraya, when Benzema leaves just like that.

" Mrs Arlet! "

" I'm coming with brother! " Soraya ran after Benzema's step.

The man stopped his steps. " Want to come? " sanyanya. Soraya nodded her head. " This pake? " Bzema traced Soraya's nightgown.

" Hehe. wait for my brother to change first. "as fast as lightning Soraya changed her clothes.

A few minutes later. " Come! " Soraya is ready. " Sister, what's not tired? just come straight back again? "

" No! "

" I'm still the same. Bummer! " lattice Soraya. Benzema is still the same as it used to be, very irritable to talk. " sister? "

" Hem's. "

" Solicit some pocket money, huh? I haven't seen him in a long time.he.. " Soraya is still Soraya, the beautiful girl of the branded goods hunter. The money-loving girl did not remember, this afternoon had drained the contents of her brother-King's wallet.

" Yes" he replied, who could not refuse. " You are still wasteful! " Benzema.

" Bariin. my source of money is a lot.hihi.. " Soray.

" sister. "

" Otherwise! " embarrassed. Soraya's mouth would definitely not stop babbling, making her ears hurt. " You're still chatty! "

Soraya sneered, then said. " I'm horrified from mommy, Onti Clara wants to find a mate for sister. Doesn't my sister have a boyfriend? "

Benzema breathed. He would hate to be asked about women. Life is too busy to know a woman. " Noisy! "

Looking at Benzema's frightening face, Soraya shut her mouth. Afraid that if Benzema gets angry, his pocket money will be hampered.

***

Arletta stepped inside the house. " Am I late? " he muttered when he saw the middle room that had filled many people.

" Why are there journalists? " The sight of Arletta caught several people holding cameras and microphones. Covering a sofa that has been neatly arranged in front of the reporters.

Arletta stepped forward to see who was behind the mob of reporters. The language barrier left Arletta clueless as to what they were talking about. She faintly heard a voice she knew very well, speaking fluent Indian.

Arletta's smile expands. " Sister of Heaven. " His pace was getting excited to see how cool his lover was talking in front of the camera.

Slowly the handsome face of his lover was seen between the gaps. Increasingly, it was not only the Heavens that he could see there. Next to him sat a beautiful woman, so close. Arletta was still following and observing him from afar. Wait until the show is over. Without knowing what they're talking about.

His smile faded as the hand of Heaven tightly grasped the woman's hand. Then flaunt the rings on their fingers, looking exactly the same.

Arletta's heart seemed to stop beating, a word he understood in between their talk 'Happy Engagement'.

" Sister of Heaven. "were clear. Her chest jerked, feeling so painful. Both of his hands had been writhing in front of his chest enduring the pain. Her tears were shed without the ink. The girl never thought she would get that harsh reality.

" Arllet! " cried the man who had just entered and saw Arletta fall limp.

All eyes were on the girl who had just fainted. The two eyes of the Sky were rounded, surprised to see the arrival of Benzema and Soraya who were hugging the girl drooping on the floor.

" Arletta." quickly the sky ran to see her lover.

" Don't come any closer! " cried Benzema who was filled with anger. " Stay away from my sister! " Benzema carried Arletta's body out of the mansion.

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