BEHIND THE SCENES

BEHIND THE SCENES
CHAPTER 98: THE MISFORTUNE OF DAREL



Then thrust her phone at Anin, asking her to make the same.


So that their SW even pic profiles on several social media accounts they both change with the same pic.


Only 5 days of time can Anin also Darel enjoy together after their engagement.


It was filled with all the busy preparations for their wedding. Starting from the selection of wedding dress materials that Anin will make for themselves for both of them.


Until the selection of MUA and the location of the venue at his party itself.


If at the time of yesterday's application, the Darel family had agreed to be carried out at Anin's house.


Certainly not for reception. Darel who has become famous as a handsome young CEO, of course, many have business relations who are also enthusiastic about hearing the issue that the man will end his bachelor.


Not the mother objected to the reception held in Surabaya, but she also wanted to hold a party in Bandung, the hometown of her son. So they also agreed, to do the Ngunduh Mantu tradition event that they will carry out in Bandung, after the event in Surabaya was completed.


For this both Anin and father have no reason to refuse, because all costs and others have been Darel's own dominating party.


Actually, Anin's father also had time to ask that the event in the title as simple as possible. Avoiding public assumptions that seem like Anin aji family mumpung got a rich daughter-in-law candidate.


But Darel convinces Anin's father.


"Dad, didn't I promise to make Anin happy. This is my first and last marriage. So, let us do it our way, as we can." His love, which always successfully melted the heart of Anin's father.


Anin has returned to Paris, and it turns out before that Bimo was finally there to contact him via phone.


"Assalamualaikum, Dek Anin." When Anin received her phone call.


"Walaikumsallam Mas Bimo's. How are you...?"


"Sorry to bother Nin, what time is it?" ask her.


"Just like Mas. Now Anin in Surabaya, tomorrow just back to Paris again."


"Well, I guess if I'm already there, it's not back and forth until it's over."


"There is a holiday mas, yes, even if only 7 days."


"Lumayan also dong."


"However, for Anin it was a moment."


"No, I mean quite a lot of the cost of PP Indonesia-Paris. He.he..he..."


"Oh.. I promised to go home this month. So it has to be patched."


"Whose promise...? Emil... your future husband...?"


"Kok mas tau." Gurau Anin laughed crisply.


"Mas once introduced father, when he met the Father in the Village, some time ago."


"Oh.it."


"When is Nin married...?"


"Not yet, maybe wait for my course to finish. Just a proposal yesterday."


"Oh.so your return is due to the proposal."


"Yes, um."


"Congratulations Nin, good luck until H."


"Yes, thank you. Make Bimo mas too, happy new life huh. Said Brother Jovan, Mas Bimo will also hold a wedding...?"


"Yes, I called you to ask for your prayers and your blessing Nin. If you could come too, I would be happier."


"Yes... I'm so sorry, mas. Anin also wanted to be present. But, believe. Anin always wishes the best for the harmony of Mas Bimo's household later."


"Mas, don't talk like that. Appreciate the future wife. What if that woman was Anin. Married a man, whose only body was not with his heart. Anin would be sad, sakiiit." Anin half seduced.


"It's hard Nin."


"Effort to be able to. Mom, just got to know him?" ask Anin again.


"No. She was my underclassman in Elementary School as well as in High School. And once a neighbor when we lived in a dorm. Her father and my father were best friends from elementary school, until they were both educated as police officers, so it looks like they've been working on this matchmaking plan for a long time and mature, dear."


"Maaas, Anin doesn't like it if mas still calls Anin with that word.


She is almost married, and so is Anin.


We have to keep the feelings of our partners together."


"Oh. sorry Nin. I'm accustomed.


Nin, are you really steady with your marriage...?"


"Insyaalloh dogged mas."


"Sounds, you're more sure of him than you were with Nin yesterday.


Not that your relationship with him after our relationship.Light also your love for him." Search Bimo.


"Oh. Our official relationship is only 2 months old. But our introduction was almost a year old. So. a little bit, we've known each other personally." Said Anin with a glare that now saw Darel was spoiled with Anin's thigh on the sofa that was also sat Anin.


"Well, you deserve not to be serious about yesterday. Turns out, it's just a distraction for you, isn't it...?"


"Not so also mas, which surely we are not just fools." Anin replied that now the motion and the conversation was seen by Darel who was nearby.


"Yes, it was Nin. Maybe it's my destiny, the man who can't have you. It was Nin. Greetings to your father and future husband."


"Yes Anin must say, this is the guy here too, menguping our conversation mas." Anin replied laughing while pinching Darel's stomach, Anin's favorite spot.


"Oh.so. Okay, Assalamualaikum."


"Mosell." Close Anin at the end of that very old call.


"Ngapain the hell Lov, he's still calling you." Darel looked annoyed and disliked.


"That's why Bimo invited me in person to come to his wedding party."


"Say no, say long talk. I called you, but I was always on another call. That's why I came here. Apparently, I got here too.. still fun to talk to ex...!" sarcasm Darel was really upset with Anin.


"Yes.sorry. Talk to Bimo." Anin seemed to like making Darel even more upset.


"Terru-seru, you are already in Lamar lo. tomorrow I marry too, has changed the status of being my wife. Masa... is still sweet it's the same." He now rises to move on from his previous position. Make a distance further from Anin.


"O.o.o.darling, my hubby is jealous." Said Anin who now even dared to approach and wrap his hands around Darel's neck.


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