Savingswoman
138. Dress

Raisya set himself inside the large mirror. The shadow of a woman with colat hair and green eyes looks very sarcastic, do not forget her slightly protruding stomach makes a sexy impression for the woman.

Farel, who was about to enter the room, was shocked, his eyes unable to blink to take his eyes off the woman. Slowly the man approached, right towards the willa, then gave a warm kiss on the left ppi.

The cup!

The eloquent Raisya engrossed in his own reflection was startled, especially when he felt his already wet cheeks. With a whiff, the woman turned her eyes to give a sharp delicacy for the husband.

“You__ hmmpp.”

Farel, who was looking at Raisya, could not wait to scoop up lips that looked seductive. Nimble, her sexy lips clenched and caressed with her tongue, making decapitation sounds start to be heard throughout the room space.

Chequek!

“Rais__ jeez, what are you doing?”

Raisya who was washed away with Farel's fondling, then quickly pushed his husband's chest. While Farel who was disturbed to beat his throat, especially seeing the grandmother who looked surprised in the middle of the door.

“Ck, Grandma, you're so annoying.” Grutu Farel with a loud.

Mary who was still shocked immediately looked at Farel sharply. His old legs stepped gracefully, then without further ado, his tanagnan began to pull the ears of the grandson.

“Awwww, Grandma, what is Grandma doing? Aww,” Farel screeched, even the body of the man had bent down to follow the pull of Maria.

“You, you perverted grandson. Look what you did, you made my granddaughter-in-law fall apart.” Maria took off the jewels in Farel's ears. His old eyes stared at Raisya's already swollen lips, with some lip dye already turning to another corner. Even the bun that has been arranged by the hair penta looks sticking out here and there.

Maria approached Raisya, making the pregnant woman nervous. “Yes my boy, how is this?” The old hand was seen touching Raisya's messy hair.

Raisya who realized his mistake was biting the lower lip, he was also confused how to. His green eyes accidentally enatap Farel who looks annoyed.

“All this, because Farel Nek.” Raisya pointed at Farel, while Farel could only gulp roughly, looking at Raisya's solemn gaze, plus Maria's horror gaze made the man's guts grow shrill.

“Nek__”

“Come out of here.” Maria stared at Farel cynically

Farel, who had such an expulsion, glared at the eyes, not accepting Mary's seemingly arbitrary actions.

“Tapi__”

“Do not have many reasons. Your show's gonna be a few hours away, and you're just gonna screw it up if you're here. Oh, yes, all the call perias taidi to come here,” Maria said with a firm tone.

Farel who got such an order only bise pursed his lips. He understood Mary's purpose well. If he remains in one room with raisya, he is sure not to be a reception event, but instead to invite children.

“Good.” In a doldrums, Farel left two women with different ends.

***

It had been three hours running, right after Farel left the room. Now the man looked at the guests who looked very much filled the mansion hall. The man did not rent the hotel. After all, the mansion is not inferior to the hotel, or even can be called more luxurious.

Some of the man's colleagues were seen greeting, and Farel only responded flatly. The man is in trouble. Not looking at the wife for three hours, made the energy in her body feel like it was drained.

“Sorry, Sir. Do you need anything?”

Farel looked at Ricard's charming figure tonight, a view like judging the man, as if seeing what made his assistant look different.

“Tuan__”

“You're dating?” Farel asked with a hand stroking his chin.

Ricard who heard the question raised his face instantly. The face, which usually looks flat, is now turned red.

“Ekhm, yes like that Mr.”

That timid reply made Farel snort. “Luckily, you're still normal,” Farel said in a flat tone.

Ricard who heard the speech with a flat tone was glaring did not accept. Not yet had his lips opened, one hand coiling around his waist made the man's body stiffen.

“Sayang.”

The call with a soft tone made Farel's eyes bulge, especially looking at the figure of a woman with blonde hair and honey eyes that stick like leeches on Ricard's body.

Ricard who was getting the touch suddenly stiffened. “Oh, meet my boss, Mr. Farel Wiratman.” Ricard introduced Farel to his line tonight politely.

Farel, who saw it in a cahem, took away his surprise. While the woman only raised an eyebrow, like judging Farel's figure in front of him.

“Oh, so you're that selfless superior?”

The question with a flat and striking tone made Ricard and Farel glare their eyes.

“Ariana, don't be like that.”

Whispers slowly, but still can be heard by Farel it invites a cynical look.

“Cih, so like that?” Farel stared flatly at Ricard, while the one being stared at increasingly gulped roughly.

“No Sir, not like that.” Ricard quickly replied. Even so, he knows like the superior temprament. Never offend if you still want to live long.

Sauara whispers began to sound, making the attention of the three humans diverted. The curious Farel turned his eyes away, his brown eyes were perfectly round, looking at the woman standing on the stairs.

Without wasting any time, Farel walked closer to the stairs to greet the woman. The white dress that was attached to her body made her really furious. As much as possible, wear clothes like that. Its smooth back that opens perfectly, don't forget its smooth shoulders as well. In fact, he was sure, there were many men who had nosebleed because they saw the beautiful scenery.

“Darling, why are you wearing this dress?” Farel whispered softly. Her memory floated up three hours ago. He realized, the clothes used by the woman was not as open as this, but what now? why is it open once.

Raisya who heard the question could only comment on a faint smile. His hand touched the arm of Farel who was ready to welcome him.

“This dress is someone's gift.” Raisya whispered softly with her feet slowly stepping towards the solemn place that had been provided.

Farel who heard the words raised his eyebrows, felt impressed with who gave this dress.

“Who is that guy? don't tell me this is Jhoantan's gift again?” Farel asked with restraint growled. Even the man seemed to have tightened his jaw. Although Jhonatan had died, he could not deny the jealousy in his heart.

Raisya who heard the name Jhonatan mentioned in the discussion of stopping the step, the woman held her breath as a child remembering the Jhonatan who had gone. Farel who realized his mistake quickly grasped the woman's hand gently.

“I'm sorry.” His whisper was slowly in the woman's ear.

Raisya was only able to comment on a thin smile. “No, this dress is not from Jhonatan, but from your mother, Tamara Lawson.”