Sinful Angel
SA Chapter 13

Sinful Angel Chapter 13

A bickering took place in one of the suit's president-type rooms at The Ritz Carlton Hotel. A small mouth fight between a married couple occurred in this afternoon. No other and no not they are the masters and mistresses of the party owners who will celebrate their one-year wedding anniversary.

“Ta, even though the previous dress looks better to wear, why now suddenly even buy clothes from a boutique? The dress that was made a month ago, has been adjusted to my suit for our party later, both maroon colored, the time you suddenly want to change at times mepet like this?” Radhika protested when Prita decided to take off the clothes they ordered together. Suddenly ordered a new dress without discussing it first.

“Duh, Mom. Little understanding can not anyway!” Prita was upset. “Kan just now I told you what the reason I suddenly bought a new dress. The dress we ordered was not comfortable fitting me to wear. Make a tightness in my stomach that again fills this. Mas want our baby in my stomach to be short of breath because the clothes are narrow?” angry shouting.

“Masa anyway? Yesterday when the fittings I saw were fine just as you were wearing. You are only two months pregnant, the dress that was definitely still fit to wear.”

Radhika's tone that was tucked into doubt in it made Prita inflamed. “The pregnant one is me! The one who is claustrophobic and unwilling is me, not Mas!” Prita snapped in a high tone, not accepting Radhika's equally stubborn response.

Prita slammed the hairdryer lying on the table to make a noise, mengangetkan MUA who had just come to decorate it.

Tightness and narrowness are actually just the reason Prita only. She suddenly buys a new dress from her subscription boutique after hearing from Vero's wife that Bhishma is really coming to her party this time. Choosing a black dress whose color is a favorite of Bhishma, want to spread the charm and ravage the feelings of her ex-husband who used to adore her in his party later.

The party invitations start at eight p.m. Bisma asked Tya to come at least an hour earlier to the hotel where she was staying. So that they can brief for a while before leaving with the party venue.

A woman in a fusia dress made solely from cheap satin fabric with a very tacky eye-piercing glint, stood at the door of one of the hotel rooms on the sixth floor of JW Marriot. The yellow-skinned lady looked very uncomfortable as well. The kemben dress she wears occasionally sagged so she must continue to fix its location and hold it. His mouth looks comatose, either reading do’a, or maybe being scolded.

“Basic grandma leech leeches! It could be the accommodation requested to the client five million, but the shoes and clothes he bought the most in total only four hundred thousand. Why also the clothes should be a complicated model kemben like this anyway! These shoes are also slippery! Arghhh!” Tya grumbled while massaging his throbbing neck pain ignited emotions.

His reflection stopped when the door that the bell had been pressed was now opened. The form that opened the door made Tya turn with his mouth agape, almost making him have a heart attack. Not because of horror, but because of horror. When a man with muscles is perfectly formed in a black suit 'Rogatis' that wraps densak high tens of strapping stand in the doorway that opens perfectly.

Seriate.