Apparently, my best friend My in-laws

Chapter 20

“How do I get news about me and Rafardhan not getting spread like this?” ask Quinsha seriously. He could have imagined that next, Quinsha's life would be disturbed if the news that is not true was not immediately rejected.

“Other artists have the power to stop this news in my opinion,” sahut Aura “But seen just now, Rafardhan was like reluctant to give any information,” continued Aura again. And it was indeed as true as Aura's assessment. Rafardhan, who had just left the set, was immediately questioned by several media crew members who had been waiting for him.

But, there is no evidence of anything said. He smiled briefly before getting into the car. Set three money with his manager who only said the word ‘maaf’ without giving further details.

According to Aura, the artist should immediately clarify the news about him, if it is not true and potentially disturbing comfort. Another case if with this news, there is a side of the profit he got, whether in the form of what. And Aura is more inclined to the second possibility. Because it is impossible for a famous artist to allow himself to be the months of untrue news, if there is no other side of the news that makes him on the side of the benefit.

“But this is only according to my judgment, anyway,” concluded Aura at the end of his explanation.

“Then, I have to how?” quinsha asked with a look of panic.

“Ask him! If you have a chance to meet. Or if you know the address, he's now in town too ‘ right? Meet him directly!” sherin.

“But be careful too, if your arrival to him is known to journalists, it can add strong news,” continued Aura.

“Hadeuhh.” Quinsha so patted his eel. He's really confused now.

“Or just take the middle way, Sha," Sherin suggested.

“What?” Quinsha and Aura both stared at Alarick's wife.

“Just enjoy this news. After all, no one was harmed as well ‘kan? Even something you know, you suddenly become the girlfriend of an artist,” said Sherin while giggling. Quinsha was ready to gush her best friend with words, but was stopped because Alarick had entered the room with Claudya and Damaresh.

Quinsha could only hold all the sentences that almost stuck out in the face. Sherin who understood the aura of resentment that clumped in Quinsha's gaze, threw each other a smile with Aura. But the three of them were equally focused on the few people who had just entered the room.

Claudya briefly makes small talk with Aura and her two friends, before leaving, followed by Alarick who will soon go to the factory. After the death of the two, Damaresh immediately sat beside Aura like there was something he wanted to say to his wife. Sherin quickly throws the code on Quinsha to get out of the room.

“Tomorrow, I will go to Jakarta,” said Damaresh as he grabbed Aura's hand and held it gently. Aura slowly nodded in agreement, but her gaze implied an unbearable worry.

“Tomorrow grandpa's birthday. But I was just there for a second. I will not stay,” said Damaresh again. And this time Aura smiled as she nodded her head again.

“I'm well, Aresh.”

“I'm sorry, Arra.”

“Do not always apologize, Aresh. You are not wrong.” Aura grabbed Damaresh's hand and kissed the back of that hand many times.

“Do not go again!” pinta Damaresh wholeheartedly.

“you also don't go, Aresh!” Aura stared fixedly at the pair of pitch-black eyes of Damaresh.

“I never left and never had any intention of leaving you, Arra. I'm fighting for us,” said Damaresh.

(Author: This story happened at the same time as when Damaresh would attend the birthday of William Pramudya—kakeknya— which there, Damaresh gave a birthday gift to his grandfather in the form of his resignation as CEO of Pramudya Corp., Pramudya Corp., who was there, to defend his household with Aura. Those who have read CTT or MY LOVE BLOCKED THE THRONE, must remember this storyline.)

“I'm sorry, Aresh. I promise, I'll never leave. But ..“

“But what?”

“I like to stay here,” replied Aura with sparkling.

“In this city?”

“Ya, precisely around the house of Om Alarick. The view is very good there. Green and asri.”

Damaresh responded with a smile of his wife's babbling while rubbing his forehead. But soon a plan he put together to fulfill his wife's wishes without the need for further ado.

That is the figure of William Damaresh, his love for his wife is limitless, although there are not many words that he can reveal. But his love is soon proven by acting. It's sweet, isn't it?