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The Immaculate Love 90

"Can the mask be removed, Mas." That's Arfan's request to Rafardhan. Ah no. not a request, but more correctly called an order from Arfan, for Rafardhan to take off his mask.Maybe the bride was curious, with whom Quinsha came. Or actually Arfan already knew, so he had Rafardhan take off the mask, to be sure.

Arfan nodded for sure. He even signaled to his photographer not to take the picture first, before the young man next to him opened the mask. While Quinsha shook his head towards Rafardhan, gesturing for the young man to not have to obey Arfan's will.

"For a happy couple of kings and queens a day" said Rafardhan Malik, slowly removing the mask from his face and removing it. Quinsha is seen holding her breath, especially Arfan after seeing the handsome face behind the mask that opens. He looked at each other with Zahwa.

But time doesn't give them too long of a chance. Because of some of the invited guests who pay attention to the guarantee, began to hysterically shout Rafardhan's name.

"Rafardhan!!"

"Rafardhan Malik!"

And not only that their actions, after seeing the presence of famous artists from the capital at the event. About two or three people approached while holding a cellphone to take pictures with the idol artists of the girls and mothers. The actions of both, triggered the courage of the others to follow. As a result, the guarantee was invaded by guests because of the charm of a Rafardhan Malik.

After that, can you imagine what happened? Surely Rafardhan can not dwell, by the invasion of fans who do not heed the code of ethics, if now is in the reception.

A pair of brides did not escape the invasion. Make sure they have to pull over. For now it is no longer Arfan and Zahwa who are kings and queens a day. Rafardhan Malik became the ruler himself.

Roused. The reception became violent.

"I'm sorry, Quin" said Rafardhan, staring at Quinsha, who was still silent.

"I feel really uncomfortable" said the girl, breathing slowly.

"Is this my fault?"

Quinsha. "You are just following Arfan's wishes. In fact, you don't have to obey him either."

Rafardhan. "I actually do not want to, my existence there is known to others, let alone the media. But Arfan seemed curious who I was. I'm just worried that he'll think things out of you, if I don't obey him."

"So, what are you doing because of me?" Quinsha looked at Rafardhan.

"I'm not saying that, you've concluded it yourself." Rafardhan interspersed his speech with laughter. Makes Quinsha throw away her eyes.

"Eat, Quin! after this, I'll drive you home." Rafardhan pointed to the special dishes on their front desk.

Rafardhan and Quinsha are now in a five-star luxury restaurant that maintains the safety and privacy of its visitors. So that there, Rafardhan can comfortably remove his mask, and not worry if his presence will ignite the hustle like at the reception party Arfan.

Everyone must be wondering, how did Rafardhan and Quinsha get out of the rush of fans at the Arfan event just now.

Rafardhan could have predicted, if it could happen. That's why he anticipated. When he decided to accompany Quinsha to the reception, he had already sent people to look at the location of the event and look for loopholes, if something unwanted happened. Rafardhan also placed three bodyguards disguised as one of the event organizers there.

So, when the riot occurred, three people in batik clothes who were Rafardhan's bodyguards immediately carried out the action according to their respective duties. As some fans hysterically approach, Rafardhan grabs Quinsha's hand and pulls her down from the mop following a man tasked with giving way out. The other two men, tasked with dispelling some people who want to pursue Rafardhan.

Rafardhan and Quinsha are saved from the violence. Somehow with Arfan and Zahwa.

After the reception, Rafardhan takes Quinsha to a five-star restaurant. So here they are, now, enjoying the deluxe and classy food typical of people with thick pockets.

A little while later, Rafardhan had driven his iron horse towards the Quinsha house at a fairly high speed because it was racing against time. Because the young man is planning to return to Jakarta, tonight too. And tomorrow, a job is waiting.

"Thank you, for everything" Quinsha said as the car pulled up across the street, near the gate of Quinsha's house.

"Although I've made a mess?"

"Yes. I really don't want to go there with you, for fear of something like this." Quinsha clucked while sighing. "You're too many fans, not just the young, the mothers too, on the same page. That's one of the reasons why I'm going the same way with you" Quinsha explained.

"Son," Quinsha said quickly. Rafardhan immediately laughed welcoming the girl's reflex response. Next he nodded as Quinsha bailed out of the car.

Firda and Azman, sitting on the terrace with various chatter while waiting for the arrival of Quinsha. Because, it was past eight, his daughter who wanted to meet the friend had not come.

When a car stopped not far from the courtyard gate, Firda immediately stood up and stepped over to see who was coming. Shortly thereafter, Azman soon followed his brother-in-law.

Suddenly a hysterical scream of a woman came from the front of the gate, interspersed with the sound of a speeding car. Firda immediately ran over to make sure, because at a glance, the sound of the scream was similar to Quinsha's voice. Azman followed suit.

And what was seen now in plain sight, made Firda and Azman almost hanging. Quinsha stood in the middle of the road ahead of the gate in the arms of a handsome young man. The Firda's single daughter was dimming her head deeply in the arms of a person they didn't know at all.

Firda was immediately fixated, all his muscles felt frozen to see the princess cuddling with a man who was not a mahram in plain sight. Unlike Azman, the middle-aged man immediately went out the gate with wide strides, and after getting close, a snapping sound he let out. "Quinsha!"

Quinsha who was silent in Rafardhan's arms immediately shuffled away and looked at her uncle in real shock. "Pa-paman," he said nervously.

"What is this, Nduk? what way are you doing?" Azman looked at Quinsha with a sharp look. And the facial expression displayed was even more sinister than that of a starving lion.

"Pa-paman i-it ..." Quinsha was getting nervous.

"Who are you?" Azman turned the question to Rafardhan.

"I'm Rafardhan Malik, sir."

"What are you, Quinsha?" Azman asked in a tone very far from hospitality.

"Oh him, he's my friend, Uncle," Quinsha said. Because Rafardhan also did not immediately answer when asked that.

"good. A man and a woman, making friends and hugging, is that it?" cibir Azman with a red face.

"Uncle, it was there ..." Quinsha was about to explain what happened, but Azman immediately cut off his words.

"Quinsha you're in! tonight, I'll bring your future husband. And you must get married!" decreed Azman with an expression that could not be denied.

"Uncle." Quinsha's voice instantly shook, there was water floating on her eyelids, as one clear point fell, the girl immediately ran inside the gate. Firda quickly chased the princess inside.

"Quin!" Rafardhan was also about to catch up, but was quickly blocked by Azman.

"You just go home! this is our family business!" drive Azman to Rafardhan.

"Good." Rafardhan. "I also don't want to interfere in family matters, Father. But at least give me some time to explain why Quinsha and I were like that. After I explained, please, you want to make a decision about Quinsha, I have no right to interfere" the handsome young man told Azman.

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Hi.all.I am present again. Hope still awaited by you guys. yesterday not up, sorry yes. But the system again ngajak kidding, cook the review until the next day just graduated. Whereas in the previous chapter there is no content that becomes a red streak of the system..

so, yesterday I did not go up, deliberately, as a form of silent protest on the MT system.

Eh but, protest in silence is going to work, isn't it? because Quinsha's silent love for Arfan ended in marriage. What if the protest in silence on the MT, will end how yes..

It's up to you, the important thing is that I meet you all again...

don't forget the thumb..