THE DANCE FOR RICH MAN
Special Guest

A few days later. Mike and Jeff look very familiar after their company has officially established cooperation.

“Do you have time tonight, Mike?” jeff asked the man sitting not far from him. They were having lunch at a fancy restaurant not far from Jeff's company.

“I always have free time, especially after going home from work I have no activities at all,” replied Mike smiled thinly.

“Then would you like dinner at my house?”

“Oh .. Of course I want to, Mr. Smith.” Mike replied with a sparkling smile on his face. This is the time that will be a few days ago.

Jeff reached into his pocket, then he took something from there. “This is my home address.” Jeff gave a business card which also listed his home address there.

“Thanks.” Mike answered while receiving the business card with a very happy heart.

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“Is there an event in this house?” quen asked his mother who looked busy in the kitchen. Quen covered his nose with one of his hands, as he always felt nauseous when he smelled the aroma of cooking, or other kitchen spices.

“Only regular dinner, but said Daddy this dinner is very special,” Safira replied while poking seasoning on the cobek.

“Special? It's not usually Daddy to have a special dinner like this.” Quen immediately moved away from the kitchen towards the living room. Being in the kitchen for a long time made his stomach feel turbulent.

Quen sat himself on the sofa while peeing his nose, his head dizzy and his stomach getting nauseous from being in the kitchen earlier.

“Yeah, why do you torture your mother every day? What you should have tortured was your father.” Quen spoke while stroking his flat stomach.

“Understanding or not?! If I don't understand then I'll be very angry with you!” quen continued, still stroking his stomach gently, as if he was talking to the fetus he was carrying.

“No, Bi, thank you,” replied Quen while shaking one of his hands to the waiter, marked if he currently wants to be alone and does not want to be disturbed.

The waiter quickly withdrew politely, leaving Quen alone in the living room.

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The night has arrived. Quen that night was forced to dress up by his mother.

“Mom, I don't like to dress up or wear nice clothes!” whinek Quen while shaking off Safira's hand trying to smear the powder on her face.

Safira exhales violently, dealing with pregnant women does require a lot of patience.

“Alright, if you don't want to dress up, but at least you should change. The guest will soon come, when you want to wear a negligee like this,” Safira said while pulling a negligee worn by her daughter.

“No want! I'm comfortable in clothes like this Mom. The taste is adem and also semriwing.” Reject Quen as he pursed his lips flat and crossed his hands across his chest, just like a kindergarten boy sulking to his mother.

“You think fan, adem and semriwing!” Sapphira was not completely confused with the attitude of her daughter who became increasingly strange during this pregnancy.

“Yes already then, you do not come out of the room if you do not want to change clothes! Your Daddy's guests are very important and special so don't make Mommy and Daddy shy about you!” Safira warned her daughter firmly.

“Iya .. Yes!” Quen replied with a sigh.

‘You are special and important? Who her? Previously Daddy never held dinner or invited anyone to this house except family.’ I don't know why Quen became so curious about his father's special guest.