Sister To Young Master
90. Attending Reception

Fictor was inexhaustible, all plans in such a way failed. Head suddenly dizzy, stomach wants nausea, eyes a little watery but not to fall.

"Dogggg....."

Braakk...

Brakkk...

Braakk...

I don't know how many times the chair sat the pride of the CEO of the Universe Group in a rough kick. Fictor's legs like he has no pain, he keeps doing it and on and on.

Ola outside turned her eyes to Fictor's room.

"Fictor why? what is that in the slamming with the Fictor."

Ola's eyes looked worriedly. He did not dare to go into the room Fictor, he could be devoured all out.

Ola increasingly could not stand the sound of falling objects. His right and left hands alternately closed his ears, finally Ola moved into the room.

"Toook. tock.g.."

"Fictor?"

Ola called from outside.

"Fictor, Fictor Loe ain't papa, is he?,"

"Fic, answer me," Ola was terrified, the call was getting quieter.

"Cekleekk," Ola opened the door.

All were broken on the floor. Fictor's work chair remained on the slam to the wall continuously. Fictor's face turned red, but this time his eyes were watering profusely.

Fictor can have a strong fear. The two-headed man did not realize, Ola had entered the room.

"Why Fic, you're so stupid. brakkkk, braaakk,"

Ola could not bear, Fictor's hand scavenged the walls of the building. Wanted to break up but who is Ola? Ola again paused her intention.

Before long, Fictor turned his face away. Eyes were shocked and getting angry. Just the gaze of two eyes, Ola was already unable to twitch. Feet were trembling, wanting to leave but it was too late.

"Ngapain loe come here? loe's hand is stumped? until you can't knock on the door."

Fictor hurriedly wiped away the tears.

"Aaaa. not that Fic, the gu-gue just wanted to get the file."

"The file?? what'an file? no file here, bassiiiii.. go no loe, sana...!!!" snapped Fictor.

Ola dumbfounded.

"What is this?," the middle-aged man walked into the room.

Ola's eyes followed, who the man was. Footsteps very quickly approached Fictor, equally frantic.

"Once you've said, don't use emotions, control your emotions."

Fictor was shocked.

Fictor said nothing at all. Ola as the audience felt limp feet and hands.

"Fictor, why don't you answer papa's phone?."

"Look, what did papa say..?? you really don't becuss leading this company, papa just ask you to keep an eye on the company Yusuf just can't, your snick brains."

Fictor just shut up.

"Look out there..!! are your eyes blind? can't you see? when all your friends are proud of their children, they can advance their parents' business, but what are you?? bobroook's brain."

Purwo papa Fictor shook his head. Chairs, tables, some files, vases and laptops fell on the floor. Phone handles dangle down irregularly.

"Yes like this, emotions, emotions, and emotions..!! you're nothing with Dimas. Look at your brother's Dimas, abroad he never bothers papa. But you? you're what? you lizard."

Mr. Purwo pointed at Fictor's head, pointing rapidly backwards.

Fictor incarnated like a crumb of paper submerged in water, aka helpless.

"You know, a Toni Wijaya? he can be big and bigger because Ernest is smart, he's a genius, his buzz in the business world is well recognized. Ye? you're what's that? huh?," snapped Mr. Purwo.

Ola can't bear to see it.

Papa Fictor is getting closer to his son.

"Plaaakkk..," Fictor cheeks in a rough tamp.

Ola heartache seeing all the sights in front of her eyes.

"If Dimas wants to go back to Indonesia, papa won't let you feel here. Go home..!! go home..!! picking up garbage is. dilapidated can not be in andelin."

Fictor did not reply at all. Whatever he throws at his father is swallowed. His face was different from normal, seen according to.

Ola's tears accidentally dripped, she couldn't bear it.

"Mbak.. would you please get it sorted out..?? don't just shut up." tell Mr. Purwo.

Ola quiet.

"Mister, can you hear me? mbak, mbak who's at the door? hey.. please sort it out..!!."

"Aaa. ouh. yes sir, fine sir. Sorry sir, I didn't hear you."

Shaking Ola, he immediately hurriedly cleared up. All returned to their original place. Ola did not dare to look at Papa Fictor's eyes, but Ola stole a glance at his superior.

Fictor crying. His tears were held back, but they could not be lied to, and they fell to his cheeks.

"If so, please excuse me father and Mr. Fictor."

"Well, thank you.!!," Mr. Purwo smiled.

Ola went outside.

His heart breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh my God, that's Om Purwo. Fictor why are you so sad? I don't have God with him. Fic, Fic,"

Ola still looked back, because sometimes there was the sound of objects falling again from the Fictor room.

"Oh my God, Fictor." That voice always comes out of the mouth.

Ola was looking for her seat again. Vega and Elmara just came together from a break. Pretending nothing happened.

"Who is Ol in Mr Fictor's room?" asked Elmara.

"I don't know, Mr. Fictor's guest" he answered scratching his head.

"Kok, kayak again fight ya... there are snapping, yes no?," Vega chimed.

"Mmbbb... don't know either, right I also just came with loe Veg. how the hell?," they asked each other.

"Udah, mending the focus of work again, you will even die standing if Mr. Fictor suddenly out of the room."

Ola.

Vega and Elmara return to the table.

Ola's words are true. Fictor opened the door. The eyes appear still red, only the eyes of the man with the sideburns are not as usual.

Ola works on the computer. He pretended as if nothing had happened. Fictor's eyes immediately ran towards Ola quickly.

"Ola, come with me..!!."

"Ha..?? where?" answered Ola.

"Papa u suu-dah pul.." Ola glanced at the director's room.

"Aayoooo.!!!," Fictor snapped.

"Mmb.. ba-good."

Ola tidied up the sheets of papers.

"This shoe can be said no? what school did you graduate from? it can't be different what loe, the command word co-operation," Fictor couldn't stand it.

Ola was wrong again, the paper was left. Suddenly his hand pulled on Fictor, the grip felt warm.

Ola does not believe, the article just this time he was in the hands of the dashing young CEO.

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Finished carrying out the fitting of the wedding dress, complete with full make up on the face, Jovi looks very beautiful.

Mr. Toni repeatedly praised the beauty of the prospective daughter-in-law of the only Wijaya family. Sist Elea put out a great skill MUA reliable hand she.

"okay, okay. So the dress you choose is the shape of Ball Gown yes sir. Make up we use only flawless, because the bride is beautiful, so we do not need to add excess makeup."

"Yes, just like this, I like it." Mr. Toni nodded.

"How is Lord Ernest anything extra?," Sist Elea glanced at the groom-to-be.

"There, ada. Add this? mmb...what is it?," Ernest frowned.

Sist Eleaa was a bit panicked. This time the client was not satisfied. Jovi himself turned to hear Ernest's words.

"That's good Ernest, less what?" said Mr. Toni.

"I-iyaaa," added Jovi.

"No pa, this has to be an addition, there is still less?."

"What is lacking? let Sist Elea fix it immediately."

"It's pa? less, less?? and it looks like it needs to be added again to match." Ernest is becoming more and more unclear.

"What the hell? less, what? her dress? or her make up? what match? change gowns? you want to ask for more how to say it? create long-lasting emotions," Mr. Toni was upset himself.

"Yes sir, please.!!!," sist Eleaa fixed Jovi's eyelashes.

"This is all right, need extra love in every dress that my future wife wears so always remember me so sist, can not? hahaha,"

"Oouuuwwwww..," all the officers cheered.

"Based on a bloated boy," Mr. Toni pushed Ernest's shoulder.

Ernest laughing.

"Yes, yes, Sist Eleaa, if Ernest wants, let him print copies of all Jovi Tempelin dresses with Ernest's own photos."

Sist Eleaa smiled hearing Mr. Toni mumble like a woman.

"Mr Ernest is purring, sir hehe."

"Well, I guess yes like that. I'm afraid, later when the reception is over, this Jovi can not come out any reason, that's it." Mr. Toni pointed at Ernest.

"Jelass dong. It is forbidden..!!"

"Can, right, wes. angel, angel (right, it's, it's hard, it's hard)," finally Mr. Toni applauded.

"Hahahaha..," all the officers laughed.

Ernest and Jovi looked at each other, but Jovi was embarrassed. The beautiful woman threw her face towards the window in front of the ring light.

"Ciiieeeeee.." sist Eleaa.

Everything is completely different from the outside news. The warm atmosphere of the Vijaya family disposes of the thoughts of Sist Eleaa and the boutique officials.

Jovi was thought to be an evil woman like out there. Lazy feeling Sist Eleaa had stopped when he could indent from Mr. Toni.

Now they come home with a big and happy job.

All the events in the room that afternoon were accidentally broadcast live through the Instagram account boutique sist Elea.

Mr. Toni then bailed out. Ernest is still waiting for Jovi. The boys packed all the dresses, passed by and up the stairs went to the car.

Ernest approached Jovi, taking a seat next to Jovi.

"Sist, make up'nya not removed. Please, replace my future wife's shirt with one white party dress..!!."

"Okay sir, we have one beautiful dress to suit Sister Jovi."

Sist Eleaa called out to his men.

"Where are we going?" Jovi asked slowly.

"Forgotten yeah..?? to the wedding Sandi dong dear. The one we met in Malang that time."

"Ouh that. Yes, yes, but I whatsapp mamah first, afraid later mama nyariin because it has not returned home sir."

"Hehehhe, yes," Ernest smiled.

"Why smile? ask Jovi while checking the phone.

" Yes you, up to now still Master keeps calling him. Ayoo dong dear, call me dear." Ernest embraces the spoiled onto Jovi's shoulders.

"Aaaa. don't want to, it's still difficult sir.can't," Jovi smiled.

"Can, ayooo dong..!! baby, we're getting married, you're just a matter of fingers calling unfortunately yank," spoiled whine Ernest moved his hand around to the waist.

"Qila, evil Opi sister Qila."

Ernest put his head to Jovi's shoulder. Sometimes his lips accidentally kiss the nape of his lover.

"Master, don't be like that, embarrassed at seeing people." Jovi whispers.

"Why embarrassed? soon we will get married, continue to have children, continue to have grandchildren dear. How many grandchildren, how many children?."

"Emmuuach..," Ernest poked Jovi's forehead tight.

Jovi was so embarrassed. The beautiful female eyeballs ran to see the officers.

While Sist Eleaa told other buotique female employees to come see the scene.

"Sist, go home yuk...!!! client clients like this, make me more lament the fate of singles," Sheza protested.

"Ehh. Don't rush."

"Eeeittssss. tips'nya much here," added another employee.

Sist Eleaa laughed.

15 Minutes later.

Not long after, Jovi was asked to change clothes by Ernest. Later the night of Sandi's wedding, already waiting for them, including all of Ernest's college friends.

When he saw the condition of Ernest's feet, he felt reluctant to leave. But a promise is a promise. Sandi's been telling me all day.

Luckily, Ernest's walker wand was in a cool black modif, waist-sized. Ernest changed his clothes, in one room.

After waiting, Sist Eleaa took Jovi out of the dressing room.

Her hairstyle is like Elsa in the Disney film Frozen, white dress, matching color heels, very beautiful look.

"Mr Ernest, Miss Jovi is done. Happy dating to today." Sist Eleaa could not wait for Ernest.

"Mmbb. yes, yes, just a minute.!!"

Ernest tidied up the shirt.

"Miss Jovi, why so beautiful? well, this is like a princess in a fairy tale."

"It's thanks to Sist Eleaa really, thank you so much Sist."

"The same would-be son-in-law of Mr. Toni Wijaya."

Ernest was curious.

Repeatedly Sist Eleaa flattered excessively. Then, Ernest turned around.

It turned out, what Sist Eleaa was talking about was really not excessive. Jovi looks very beautiful, if usually his straight hair is left alone, this time very graceful.

"Woow... Who is this? wrong, this isn't Jovi Andrianita."

"But??" Jovi knew Ernest was flirting.

"But, Jovi Wijaya. Uh.. Jovi Wijaya's? why exactly is your name a real boy, dear hahaha."

"Hmmm.." Jovi's spoiled face extended her lips.to the two eyeballs twisting upwards as if irritated.

Ernest smile. His steps slowly grabbed Jovi's waist. Ernest's sharp eyes made a melt.

"You are so beautiful today, thank you..!! I will never regret choosing you as the last woman in my life Sister Jovi."

Jovi was stunned unable to move his eyes. Moreover, Ernest's field chest squeezed the slender body of the Aqila sister, feeling warm, soothing.

"I also did not expect, God is so kind, send me to meet you sir."

Not feeling, their hands hugged each other happily.