Temptation Sexy Neighbors
Meet the Art Collector

"Where are you going, Git? Get inside!" fandi's orders.

"I want to"

Not done yet Inggit spoke Fandi had cut his words. "Lake in!" snapped Fandi.

Dalvin did not like to see Inggit yelled at, he also intervened. "Hey, Dude! Don't play snaps at dong women!"

"Huh, don't disturb other people's households!" reply Fandi does not want to lose.

"Who is disturbed. We talk about work again. You're the one with the bad thoughts" Dalvin replied.

"There is no work to tell a man's wife to leave when there is a husband!" reply Fandi again.

"Which "husband was it? A good husband or a bad husband?"

"Heh, don't be so smart! You think I'm scared!" Fandi came forward and was about to punch Dalvin.

Dalvin dodges and Fandi's punch escapes from him. Upset because Inggit was always hurt, Dalvin also threw a punch but Fandi also dodged.

"Stop! Stop the two of you!" scream Inggit.

Dalvin pulls Fandi's shirt. Fandi also pulled Dalvin's collar. The two stopped as Inggit shouted.

"If you don't want to stop, I call Mr. RT!" mencam Inggit. Forced Fandi to remove Dalvin's advanced collar first. He is a new citizen and does not want to be in trouble when dealing with local RT. Dalvin too, he took off Fandi's collar with annoyance. It feels like he wants to fist up to the face of Fandi bonyok only.

"Mas, go to the office. I'll go with Mas Dalvin" Inggit said firmly.

"But you can't go with another man. You're Mas loh's wife, Git!" fandi protests.

"I know, Mas. I went with Mas Dalvin on business, not on any other business!" answer Inggit.

Inggit looked towards Dalvin. "Wait 10 more minutes, Mom. I'm gonna get ready!"

Inggit leaves Dalvin and Fandi who throw dislike gazes at each other. Dalvin stuck his tongue out at Fandi for winning one step.

"Be careful! I won't let Inggit come near you again. She's my wife!" reply Fandi.

"Oh yeah? I want to go with myself, wek!" Dalvin is back with Fandi.

Soon Inggit got out of the house and was ready to go with Dalvin. "Git, don't go!" pinta Fandi's. Fandi's hand held Inggit's arm, forbidding him to go with the handsome, sexy man.

"Sorry, Mas. I'm pursuing my future career. I've been chasing the future of my household with Mas but Mas doesn't care. I'd better catch up to the sure thing in my life. I'm leaving!" Inggit releases Fandi's hand and goes towards Dalvin.

"Yes, if that's really your husband. Not a husband who invites you to do a marriage that is only limited to acting."

"Where can you conclude that?" ask Inggit wonder.

Dalvin took out an article and gave it to Inggit. "He can't forget his girlfriend and your marriage just for cover. Is that right, isn't it?"

Inggit stared at the photo of Naura, the famous artist that Dara had always compared to her. Naura, the woman who has been in Fandi's heart and will never be able to move her position.

"Don't ask me where I know. I have an insider" Dalvin said with a mysterious smile.

I am curious about Dalvin. Why does Dalvin know so much about him. Who's Dalvin? What job?

"Don't look at me like that. I just happen to know. Don't think no-no about me or I'll kiss you again like that night?" Dalvin smiled again while focusing on driving.

Inggit ignored his intention to ask. The shadow of a large table in the kitchen and Dalvin's kiss again flashed, making Inggit's face meet red. Inggit chose to quietly enjoy their journey to meet his prospective clients.

Dalvin parked his car in the courtyard of a restaurant near the beach. "We've arrived." Dalvin opens the car door for Inggit. Special treatment only for an Inggit.

Inside the restaurant, a 50-year-old father was waiting for Inggit's arrival. Dalvin introduced Inggit to the art collector. The collector looks like a lot of money. It was visible from the aura that was emanating within him.

"It's nice to meet a painter whose work is so stunning" praised the art collector.

"Thank you for the compliment. I feel flattered because my work can be liked by great people like Mr" said Inggit.

"Your work reminds me of my old friend, Alvian Nugraha. A famous painter who only wrote his identity with the initials a.n" said the art collector. "I am Sumanto, an art collector who only chooses quality art to collect."

"I'm Inggit, a new artist in this field. I'm so sorry I lacked knowledge that I didn't know who Alvian Nugraha was. I'll find out later. Thank you very much because my work can be glimpsed by Mr. Sumanto ...." Inggit and Mr. Sumanto chatted familiarly. Dalvin remained beside Inggit, accompanying Inggit to achieve his dream.

Inggit and Mr. Sumanto only talked shortly. Mr. Sumanto promised to come to the next exhibition and buy artwork owned by Inggit. Mr. Sumanto then said goodbye and left Inggit who was very happy because his artwork had been targeted by the collector to buy, making Inggit more eager to work again.

Then he talked to Dalvin. He expressed his happiness because there are art collectors who are interested in his work. Inggit's eyes seemed sparkling when talking about art, like describing a big dream in him. Dalvin listens to Inggit's story, who seems so excited that someone calls Dalvin's name.

"Dalvin's? Is that really you?" A beautiful woman stopped in front of their table. "Oh my God, it's you!"

I looked at the woman in front of him. Inggit knew him well. How not, they grew up in the same orphanage. "Sir Lovely?"

Dalvin is surprised to see Inggit get to know Indah, his former lover who once cut ties with him and chose to go with another man. "You ... know him?"

"Of course, Little Sister is my Big Brother!"

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