Women Owned by 5 Young Masters
Chapter 98:
Alan frowned when he saw Alenta's appearance. The woman was still wearing her nightgown, when it was said they were going to have dinner at the hotel.
"Are we leaving now, Mr Alan?" ask Amina. The woman had been dressed formally wearing a dress as well as a graceful makeup. He was so happy when Alenta said that Alan took him to dinner.
"Yes, Amina. Wait a minute" Alan replied in Persian. Alan looked back at Alenta. "Why haven't you changed your clothes?" he asked with a slightly annoyed look. It was on purpose that he waited to give Alenta and Amina time to get ready.
"I don't want to come, sir. I'm tired, I want to rest."
Alan grew increasingly upset at the answer Alenta gave. If only there was no Amina, he might have scolded Alenta back then. "Just give it up to you!" said it. "Come, Amina. We're leaving now." Alan offered his arm to be bound by Amina's hand.
Of course the Iranian woman was very happy. He held Alan's hand without hesitation.
Alenta was alone there looking at the backs of the two who were getting further away from him. If she can be honest with herself, Alenta wants to go to dinner with Alan, but without Amina.
"Patience, Irene ... Tomorrow we go home, too" he told himself.
The phone in his pocket rang. There's a call coming in from Hamish. "Why did Hamish call? Is he home again?" ask him to yourself.
"Hello, Brother?" Irene said as she picked up the phone.
"I heard you were going to a hot spring in the XXX area."
Irene gulped. "Kok Brother knows?" tanyanya.
"Ron told me."
Irene felt anxious for Ron to tell her whereabouts. "Have you gone home?"
"Yes, of course. I came home for a while to see you. Which inn are you in?"
Irene widened her eyes in surprise. "Where is it?" tanyanya.
"I'm in the same area as you. But, I checked into all the inns why isn't there your name?"
Irene had guessed. His cousin must be looking for him. Of course Hamish won't find him because he's using Alenta's identity.
"Say, where's your inn? I'll come see you there."
"Ah, I'll just go to Brother Hamish's place. Must be a luxurious Kak Hamish inn. My inn is ugly!" Irene tried to find excuses.
"Why? Let me just pick it up."
"No need, brother! I don't want my friends to be surprised to have the most handsome cousin in the world."
"Haha ... You could have, Irene. All right, just come to Hotel XXX. I'll be waiting for you in the lobby."
"Ready!" Irene answered with excitement.
Irene immediately ran into the room. He changed his clothes and packed his things. Tonight he will leave the inn. He was upset with Amina as well as Alan.
After packing up, he left behind a message for Amina and Alan. He also sent a message to the innkeeper to let Alan or Amina know that he had come home first.
Since he was currently being himself, he no longer needed to remove makeup or wear makeup to hide it.
The location of the hotel where Hamish stayed is not far from the inn. The walk only takes ten minutes. Meanwhile, the hotel where Alan and Amina had dinner was in a more distant area.
"Sir Hamish ...," cried Irene.
As usual, whenever I met Hamish, Irene always acted like a spoiled child. He was too happy to meet his cousin. He ran over to Hamish and hugged the man.
"Why are you here? What's the show?" ask Hamish.
"I went back to Jakarta, the mansion was still deserted. Grandpa is still in the village and you are not there either. Ron said you were in Surabaya. I came straight to this place. Why play so far away?"
Irene just grimaced. Hamish must have thought Irene was from Jakarta to Surabaya. His cousin did not know that he was currently living there.
"Sister should have told me he wanted to go home. I'm a prankster with friends so you guys come here."
"Yes already! Have you eaten?" ask Hamish.
Irene shakes.
"Then we eat first."
Hamish took Irene's hand. He invited the woman to enter the hotel restaurant.
Irene glanced back. There were about four Hamish men following them. As usual, Hamish never went out alone on any business. There will be a bodyguard with him. He felt uncomfortable.
Hamish ordered a lot of good food for Irene. She ate like a hungry person. In fact, in Irene's heart she was actually upset. He imagines Alan having a romantic dinner with Amina in a luxury hotel.
"I can also eat well without going with them!" mumbled while enjoying the restaurant's flagship premium steak.
"Irene ...," call Hamish.
"Yes, brother? What's up?" tanyakanya.
"You want to come with me to France tomorrow?"
Irene frowned. "French? What's for?"
"I guess you like watching international racing competitions."
"You want to!" exciting Irene.
Irene seemed enthusiastic to hear it. He loved the race. Three years ago, he even won a game there. Maybe he would not believe if he ever won an international racing event. If his grandfather knew also maybe he would be scolded all out.
He doesn't want to care about Alan or the campus. His mind was in turmoil, wanting a vacation to entertain himself. Especially to watch the race, it was something fun.
"Your visa and passport are still active, right?" ask Hamish.
"Still, Brother. Safe everyone!" Irene answered with excitement.
"We'll be there in three days. I have a little business in this town. You can wait, right? No need to go back to Jakarta."
"certain. I can stay with Brother Hamish too."
Hamish smiled at Irene's spirit to go with her. He thought his cousin would refuse his invitation.
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Irene accompanies Jeha to take on the drama script at the agency that now houses Jeha. His friend began to get busy to become an artist. He said, this time Jeha got an offer to play a drama series.
While waiting for Jeha to finish the business with her manager, Irene secretly entered Arvy's room. He put down a paper song written by Arvy that has been revised.
"You can't be so pessimistic, there's still time to prepare your album."
Irene hurriedly came out when she heard Marco's voice getting closer to her. Don't let them know what he's doing there.
"I'm no longer in the mood to be a singer. Whatever! I'm tired!" complained Arvy. He immediately entered his room while laying down on the sofa. The goal is to be an artist he thinks can enjoy life, instead he dizzy himself to develop his career.