Super Rich Bae's
The Part 31
Raka gets a lot of advice from her biological father, Papi Hendri. Which brand is better suited for him.
"Don't forget, son. You also buy for the same Father."
"Mother isn't? How's mami?"
"Buy the bag. Moms would prefer bags."
Advice that helps. Raka and Candra decide to shop without Chacha.
"Chacha's still asleep?" Raka was surprised, he was the only man not lazy. Always wake up in the morning before dawn. "Gue to check the prayer schedule in Paris."
"Gue denger lo alarm, so come wake up directly to prayer as well."
Armed with a smart phone. The two young men began to explore the various shops. Not a match, the fashion house is indeed classy. It is not wrong why Syahrini spent a lot of money buying bags, shoes and clothes from Paris.
"College* !" Candra was excited, she had just seen an expensive white shirt. More expensive than the ornamental fish Mas Arowana.
"I want to buy a bag too." Raka took one of the trending men's shoulder bag collections. "Will you?"
"You dong! If you can do the black color. Hehe." Candra has only ever seen on Instagram.
Raka is a loyal friend. In the past, when it was poor, it might have been a little frugal. He's stingy. The money is just right for survival.
"Gue's seen Mas Dika use this brand."
"Bang Nanda is still using a cheaper brand than this really." Raka also often sees the luxury of a Mas Dika. "Bro, don't tell Mas Dika it's a bastard's son?"
Candra doesn't know for sure. Who he had dengae from Bang Nanda and Nuri, Dika's parents included rich people. Especially Grandpa Dika, he said the landlord.
"What I saw, Mas Dika really likes to eat crackers. But he's been an expensive car for a long time."
"Low to skyrocket? Holy jeez!"
Raka's done shopping. All got rations. After half a day of touring, they went for lunch to the coffee shop and bakery where Nuri worked. Paris bread is different. The taste is elegant and very filling.
"Where's Nuri?" Raka asked because the shop was closed. There was a shopkeeper talking to his partner.
"The shop is closed today. There are married employees."
Ah, Raka remembered. Nuri said yesterday that she would go to the wedding reception of her co-workers Susan and Andre.
"Can I go there?"
"Of course, you're Nuri's friend. Come." Come."
"Thank you." Raka had no idea who he was talking to. Most importantly, he'll meet Nuri.
Candra was forced to follow Raka. They already know Susan's wedding location. Conditionally in continental Europe, it feels a bit shy but cool.
"Shouldn't use batik?" Candra has no preparation. With casual but cool clothes, he was confident.
"Dry regular clothes. Not samplop? I'm with Johan when in the village you usually mengamplop."
"Lo who is already nuker money, well me? I'm going to enliven you, Ka."
Two young men of that age laughed. It seems they used to only dream of stepping on the land of Paris. Who would have thought, invited to a wedding?
"Bang, I'll see you later?"
"Okay, Deck."
Nuri turned off the phone. After letting go of all the sadness, his heart felt relieved. Time to get ready.
"Don't cry anymore?" Jay still faithfully waved the peace flag. Fanning Nuri with a paper fan with her lover's idol. "She said she wanted to dance?"
Nuri still put on a pouting face. Their relationship is just entering a serious stage, but there is only beginning to be interference.
"Well, seriously!" Nuri forgot not to bring skin care or *make up*.
"Why? What's up again?"
"Jay, this is really bad. I don't bring skincare to make up." It is sad to go to the wedding reception with a natural face without makeup. "Later people will think haggardly with the prince koh kondangan together?"
Jay laughed so hard.
"Haha!"
"Jay, you're laughing. Help find a solution dong!" Nuri pinched Jay's stomach.
"Here you are, your face is glowing. Red lipstick is enough, right?"
No. gabe. Nuri strongly rejected Jay's suggestion. In the history of the condition for many years, he always put on makeup. Natural yet bright makeup and her favorite orange lipstick.
"Silent. I called *MUA. To make you and do my hair." Jay does have a unique tradition, each will attend a formal event, he calls services \*MUA.
"Love you, Bebe\*."
Nuri wears a prad\* suit, while Jay is still loyal to her favorite brand. It took only half an hour to apply Nuri's makeup.
Jay doesn't like wearing a tie. Always wear medium scarf from guc\*\* as style-enhancing accessories. Not to forget, he will choose which clock matches the color of the shirt.
"You got Patek Philippe's watch?"
Nuri did not know their conversation. What he understood was two makeup artists praising Jay's watch. A watch that looks normal, but is very expensive worth 10 million dollars.
"Come here, Nuri." Jay held his hand. "It's one of the newest collection rings and a new watch."
Jay helped put up expensive rings and watches from the chopar\* brand\*. "Beautiful."
Maybe the way everyone is different. Some treat their lovers like queens, giving beautiful things that are liked by women. Ah, it feels like all women also love luxury. But, in Nuri's little heart everything was like a dream. Fear when waking up from a beautiful dream, all memories stay with a time limit.
"Come, go!" Jay is using another car this time. It looks striking and marks its class.
Surely many admit Jay Jang Clarkson is someone who is very classy.
"Why are you silent now?" ask Jay.
"No, I just realized that you're very rich Jay."
Jay stroked Nuri's hand despite driving. "For me the thing that makes me look perfect is when we get married, then have kids. In the past, I wanted to imitate the footsteps of my parents getting married at a young age."
"But I'm not a rich man. Our classes are different."
Many times Jay heard the same words. All humans are the same. Breathe and have rights. Why is it only treasure that people think of as a yardstick? Social class does not make man superior.
Jay stopped the car for a moment. He put an *scarf* around Nuri's neck.
"Pretty." Jay hugged Nuri.
Nuri blushed embarrassedly, the longer he knew Jay it felt like all the heavy things were becoming light. Jay's heartbeat is the most beautiful thing. His breath, fragrant as fragrant. I don't know what perfume makes Jay smell good. Nuri likes something nice.
"Your perfumes smell so good they smell good." Nuri refused to let go of the embrace. "No need to leave ah!"
"Ten more minutes, huh? Could be dangerous for longer." Jay is also a normal adult man who has boundaries.
Ten minutes passed beautifully without any exams. Jay got away with the test.
"Darling, can I ask you a favor?" Nuri winks, a cute girl mode.
"What?"
"*Let's take a selfie with me*!"
In the background of an expensive *sport* car, Nuri poses alone wearing prad\*. Jay is used to the unexpected. *Surely he was acting really cute*.
They also took a photo together with Nuri leaning on Jay's shoulder against the background of a luxury car. Distinct height difference.
Czechoslovak. Tens of times they posed both. Starting from romantic poses, manyun, ugly expressions until there is one unique photo. Jay flicked Nuri's forehead.
"*Saranghae, Jay Jang Clarkson. Sorry Kim Taehyung, I love him more than loving you*!"
"*Thank you so much, Sweetie*."
\*Thank you, Jay. Ever since I loved you, I have understood what it is like to have a true lover.
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