Revenge Target
Fitting Shirt Again

"Absumulation!" reply Bia when the waiter of the restaurant had already left the two of them.

"It has to be, I don't want to lose."

"Later I'll take a cicil, you'll be detailed," Bia replied indifferently, not wanting her new mood to improve back badly.

Devan shows his grin in front of Bia. "You will definitely like the method of repaying the debt," Devan said with a face that sucks.

"I-you mean?" Bia stammered as she realized Devan's facial expression was …

M3sums!

"Don't forget the prenuptial agreement we made." Devan dropped his shoulder on the back of the chair.

Bia's mind just flew up, spinning back to remember one by one what Devan said at that time.

Do your job as a wife.

Follow all the rules he makes and know the limits.

Born the descendants and heirs of his business empire.

Which means …

"Yes, I remember it. You don't have to worry about it" Bia replied.

And Devan really likes this kind of submissive attitude.

"Sweet child."

Not long after, the restaurant waiter came back with two people behind him who pushed the trolley containing food and drinks ordered by both of them, more precisely Bia's order.

Bia just gobbled up the food he ordered, without any sense of jaim, shy cat or face-seeking nature that is common to many women who approach Devan.

Devan shook his head. 'There's no grace at all and it's better.'

"You don't eat?" bia asked when Devan only ate salad.

"Fear of my wedding dress doesn't fit" he said.

"Hem," Bia replied with a mouth full of food.

Another new fact that Devan knows about Bia, Bia is a person who is easy to get along with and has no shame.

'Can he be invited to the official event?' devan asked inwardly as he watched how Bia ate.

"You ever learn table manner?"

Bia nodded.

"When did you last eat?"

"Yesterday morning."

'Good!' Devan is not out of thought with the woman he is going to marry. 'What kind of woman is this?'

"You must be thinking that I won't be able to be invited to an official banquet" Bia's guess was correct.

'As if I knew my heart, ' Devan's mind again.

"Hem" he answered briefly.

"Just calm down, I know when to be graceful and when to be my own figure" Bia replied as she wiped her lips with the tip of the napkin.

"Yes it has to."

"I forgot one thing" said Bia suddenly.

"What?"

"Can I keep in touch with Devia and Rinjani after we get married?" Bia forgot to ask this. "Communicating even met?"

"So know the limits."

"okay!" reply Bia while sipping avocado juice, drink to her tribe.

"Spend your food quickly" said Devan when he saw that Bia's dessert was still intact.

"We need to get to the boutique" he continued, looking at the latest Rolex perched on his left wrist.

***

"Can you pick one for me?" pinta Bia when they were in the boutique at that time they came.

Devan made her choice to a white dress with no tail, which expands on the bottom and is short-sleeved. The dress is simple but looks very luxurious with some pearls on the brocade cloth on the chest. The dress is almost exactly the same as the dress choice Bia used to be, it's just different on the additional brocade on the chest.

This time Devan saw Bia enthusiastically while choosing her wedding dress, unlike at that time. Bia looks moody and uninspired.

"Based on a cunning fox," muttered Devan as Bia was trying on the dress that Devan had just picked.

"Keep smiling, no one will know you can smile or not?!" muttered Devan again, his eyes staring intently at the curtain of the changing room that Bia was wearing with both hands clenched tightly over her thighs.

Anger has regained control of him.

The heartache again closed his eyes and his heart that had just flowered slightly due to the presence of Bia.

"Pick one dress for dinner." Devan's orders to the boutique worker. "Courtesy, simple but elegant."

Devan tried to normalize his expression and mood which suddenly worsened.

Devan is almost complacent and sympathetic to the mysterious life experienced by Bia, so Devan forgets his original purpose to marry Bia.

"Damn!" maki is slow as Bia comes out of the dressing room to accompany the owner of this boutique.

"How, Master?" ask the boutique owner when he sees Devan turning his face away when Bia comes out of the dressing room.

"Yes, good, we'll just take this one," Devan replied quickly.

His chest suddenly thumped violently.

Fine leaflets began to spread from the heart toward his heart.

'This can't happen, though,

This can't be allowed, though,

Dev remembered your original goal!' his inner.

With a gesture of his hand, the owner of the boutique understood the meaning of the hand movements given by Devan Narusan.

Bring Bia back to the dressing room.

"Kean will take care of the payment" said Devan when Bia had changed clothes again. "Send to the hotel on time" he continued cold and flat.

"Well, sir," the boutique owner politely replied.

Devan was finally able to breathe with relief, returning free from the strange feeling that suddenly reached him earlier.

"I'll take you to the hotel, get ready tonight I'll pick you up again."

"For what?"

"Dining at home" Devan replied flatly again.

"But I don't have clothes for later." Suddenly Bia remembered that, Bia rarely traveled to formal or semi-formal events.

Dinner at home, which means meeting with Oma Gendis. Bia must wear the clothes he was wearing at the time of Devan's application.

"I've bought it, you just stay prepared and don't try to avoid it" said Devan as he leaned his face toward Bia.

Bia reflex away.

Being near Devan is like a threat to the health of his heart and eyes.

Which woman can resist the charm of a successful wealthy businessman in his youth.

'Aware Bi, Conscious!'

"I-Yes," Bia replied nervously.

"Good," praised Devan who was enjoying Bia's tense face. "Be a sweet child who is submissive and does not ask much."

Bia gulped her saliva harshly as Devan briefly ruffled her hair, Bia was not nervous with a gentle swipe just now but Bia was nervous with Devan's extremely sinister face.

A face that hints at a cunning.

The journey was again decorated with silence, until the car they were riding in arrived at the courtyard of a five-star hotel that would be a place for them to say the sacred promise before the Creator.

No one makes a sound.

Bia dissolves in daydreams and Devan is busy with his cell phone.

Seriate…