Redacted Mr. Barun
JUST LET ME

After conducting an examination at the hospital, doctors also argued that the impact experienced by Sabhira was not fatal. Just bruises and pain.

Now Sabhira is waiting at the drug taking place. While Barun was making a phone call that was quite far from where Sabhira was.

"good. Do it well. I'll be there in an hour" said Barun who then disconnected his phone. The man came back to Sabhira and put his phone back in his pants pocket.

Just as Barun was sitting down, Sabhira's name was called.

"Let me. You wait here! Remember don't try to run away" Barun said in an emphasis-filled tone. Sabhira was wide open to hear Barun's words.

"Yes you take it easy" Sabhira said casually as she leaned her back against the chair.

The nurse gave Barun ointment and antibiotics. Then the man approached Sabhira again.

"Let's go!" bring Barun, and Sabhira stands up. Both roads simultaneously to the parking lot where Barun's car is located.

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Along the way, Sabhira just fell silent while looking out the window. Barun who realized that only let the girl sitting next to him sink into his own thoughts.

An hour later, Barun's car had reached the lobby of a five-star hotel. Sabhira was shocked when he saw the many reporters who had gathered there.

"What are they all? is there a celebrity staying at this hotel and then a press conference?" Sabhira wondered, then turned towards Barun who was implied happy.

Yes, soon the public will know that he is not a man who as reported by the irresponsible site. Men who are playing their role as normal men in general.

But unfortunately Sabhira's question a few minutes ago was only considered wind then by him. Barun took off his seatbelt and got out of the car and closed the door again.

So even with Sabhira who just removed his seatbelt. However, when he opened the door, he almost hit the asset section owned by Barun. It made Sabhira pout her lips in laughter.

"Damn! you almost made my assets hurt Sabhira!" barun said, holding back the anger.

"Yes sorry," said Sabhira casually as the big lady who got out of the car and closed the door again.

Barun took a deep breath so that his anger quickly muffled. The man grabbed Sabhira's hand and then wrapped it around his arm. Smiles rose from both corners of his lips as he began to step up and the reporters rushed over to the two.

The look on Sabhira's face still looked confused and wondering in his heart.

"Sir Barun how do you move to return the investors back?"

"Then are you sure that this woman can turn your good name back on again?"

"Yes, yeah, what if your ex-boyfriend knows?"

"Is Mr Barun really as normal as a man in general?"

Until here Sabhira began to understand. Why is Barun so insistent on asking to marry her. Even to the point of lying to Sabhira's mother, although eventually the girl was the target of the middle-aged woman's anger.

And there are many more questions asked by the reporters. Actually Sabhira was very uncomfortable hearing the question earlier.

"How rich is this Mr Barun? their question is very troubling." Sabhira asked in his heart.

"No comment, you'll see our wedding reception in about an hour? thank you." thank you, thank you." Barun immediately brought Sabhira inside.

While in the lobby, Barun's assistant welcomed their arrival and invited the two to go to one of the rooms in the hotel. Sabhira wanted to let go of his hand, but Barun tried to hold it back.

Upon arrival in the room, Barun and Sabhira were invited to prepare immediately. But it looks like the makeup officers and the ones who delivered their bridal clothes are not there yet. With ease Barun entered the room, while Sabhira suddenly became a statue when the door was closed tightly again.

"Mr Barun, there's something I want to ask you" said Sabhira. The girl ventured over to Barun who was sitting on the sofa.

"What?" ask the man to relax.

"Are you really a 'normal' guy'? so what do you mean by your ex-boyfriend's journalist? a man or a woman?" cecar Sabhira was so curious. The girl sat on the sofa facing the man who was now glaring sharply at her.

"You think I look like an 'abnormal' guy'? Barun asked back, raising two fingers of both hands when mentioning the word abnormal.

"Oh no, no. I just want to hear it from you. Because a lot of news that is not true even to be aired on television. It's really strange," said Sabhira who did not give Barun a chance to cut his words.

"And to me you are much stranger than all that" Barun said, standing up and going to the bathroom.

"You!!" Sabhira lured his emotions back. Barun is a shitty guy to him.

Oh my God why do I have to meet such a man? Can you give me a nice, romantic guy?

Sabhira monologued and then put his palms together, curling his eyebrows and a hopeful look on his face.

Ten minutes passed, the sound of the room bell ringing. Sabhira immediately opened the door and appeared three women wearing uniform shirts.

"Excuse me, is this really Mr. Barun's room and Mrs Sabhira Irani's?" ask one of the women.

"I-iya was right," Sabhira replied stammeredly.

"Who is Sabhira?" tanya Barun was suddenly behind the girl he was about to marry and was just wearing a bathrobe so that her field chest could be slightly visible from the gap. The three women in front of them were stunned by the figure of Barun who could be said to be perfect man in terms of good looks and also a very male body posture.

"Excuse me sir, we are from a make up artist who will make your over for the wedding this afternoon" replied one of the three women also representing Sabhira.

"Oh, yes, come in." Barun and Sabhira retreated backwards to make way for them to get inside. After that, two people who brought special bridal clothes immediately gave it to the bride and groom.

The longest process is about to begin, which is to put a putty on Sabhira's face. Since the girl's face was very natural and smooth, the fairy did not put too much makeup on her face. So that it can give the impression of beautiful, graceful and classy. Moreover, the clothes Sabhira wears are very elegant.

After that, the two prospective brides were ready to leave the room to the hotel ballroom.