Tough Servant Taste Wife.
50: PTRI : Hate
Unlike most people who will use the car to go to the hotel to attend the wedding reception, Alves, Elly, Asena and Gibran, they prefer to take a helicopter ride.
The reason is quite simple, so as not to waste time on the road and queue to just enter.
But apparently, in addition to avoiding unnecessary things, they were both shown by Elly who was helping Alves fly a helicopter.
'Where did Alves get this woman from? Though I made her beautiful, but she turned out to be cool, because she looks serious to ride this helicopter.' Asena could not take her eyes off the two people who were in front of her.
'It's so much fun, being able to fly over a city like this.' Elly occasionally glanced to the left side. As the rain had started to subside, he could see more clearly the cityscape he could see from such a height.
'He seemed to enjoy it. Does he like heights like this? Should I take him to parachute?' Alves who was lulled alone with the seriousness of the woman sitting on his left, suddenly smiled faintly.
It didn't take long because they were using helicopters, eventually the four of them reached the top of the building from a hotel.
'Elly, this woman turns out she can play around with helicopters like this.'' Gibran also became equally fixated with the existence of Elly who indeed managed to attract the attention of three people who were there. 'Even though Alves thought of him as a servant, but he was lucky,'
"Ehem.sorry to bother you guys, but I feel like I'm being stared at. Am I right?" Elly who suddenly spoke demiikan and immediately looked back.
The three men immediately corrected their views.
"You're always right." Sahut Alves, representing the two of them at the back. "Maybe because of your charm, we ate the three of us so we kept staring at you."
"Don't fight me." Hardcore Elly. Shame is also less like.
"But I like to flirt with you, seduce you. You might change your mind, right?" Alves said with a triumphant smile.
"Asena, your husband is here but you're looking at another man." Gibran murmured, still placing his palm before Asena's eyes.
"Gibran, don't close my eyes like this. You're gonna ruin my makeup." Asena gave Gibran a warning. He did not care at all about what Gibran said.
"Let's just say, the important thing is that you don't look too long at the other guy in front of me." Reply Gibran.
'Ah ..I'm so sick of it. I'd love to remove this makeup.' In contrast to Asena who is very trying to keep her makeup, then Elly is not at all.
"What's wrong? Is there anything that doesn't make you comfortable?" Alves asked, because he realized Elly's face was not good.
Elly lowered her head, she wanted to hold her own face, but to touch just a little, she felt disgusted herself. "I hate make up."
"What?" Alves immediately gawked at Elly's answer which was quite surprising, even Asena herself as the person who put Elly's face to look beautiful and more beautiful than the other women.
Because asked again, then Elly turned to look at Alves with a face of disgust. "My face, I don't like it at all, don't like the smell. It feels like I'm on asphalt."
"'You, I've been painstakingly decorating you, so that's your reply?"
"I appreciate your efforts. But the longer I wore makeup, the more uncomfortable I felt. I don't care about being beautiful or not. Because from the beginning I didn't care about it, other than my comfort." Obviously Elly at length.
Makes the three of them so silent, because of Elly's statement which is completely different from most women.