Bismillah, I'm Hijab

The Second Meeting Plan

Just like before, Devina refused subtly. And that made a Prass put on a flat face. Not as happy as before. He really wanted Devina.

“I never dreamed of becoming a second wife, Mr. Prass. What would people say if they found out I was the second wife of a Mr Prass and Mrs Yulia?” Challenge Devina as if she shows herself who can get more than that.

Prass sighed in annoyance. “They won't know. We can marry siri. I'll guarantee all the facilitiesmi, Devina.”

Hearing the usual offer for Devina, he just moved down the drink in front of her without intending to answer.

Prass could see Devina's extremely disinterested face. He grabbed Devina's soft hand.

“I’am sorry. Let's go eat. I'm sorry if I upset her. I hope this isn't our last meeting.” The sweet smile he forced for the sake of making the woman in front of him back not upset.

Devina simply responded by raising one eyebrow and then smiling as well. “After meals, will you shop with me?” Such a tempting offer, of course.

However, as clever as possible Devina pulled her lips into a small smile without any exaggerated response. Stay elegant and sell expensive even though cheap. That is the key to the success of Devina Shanika.

“I love you, Devina. I've been interested in you since I first saw your face.” The back of Devina's hand that Prass had held on the table he slowly kissed.

Devina's a little uncomfortable, I don't know why. What is clear is that he is not comfortable with Prass' treatment of her. In other men, he used to do more.

“Come finish your meal.” Prass cuts the steak for Devina. Again and again it did not make Devina respond well.

“Sorry, Sir. I think I can eat it myself. Thanks.” White and smooth hand Devina took the spoon that Prass held for her earlier.

They were in the VVIP room for a long time. There were no touching encounters, Devina kept her distance as if she felt something uncomfortable in her heart.

“What's wrong with me? Not usually like this? Am I ilfiel with him? But what's the reason? Is it because he asked me to marry Siri? Ah already not important.” Inner Devina wonders.

“Devina,” call Mr. Prass.

“Iya, Sir. What's up?” devina asked immediately aware of that short daydream.

“Tomorrow nights can accompany me to meet clients?” A tempting offer is certainly very happy for Devina to do.

“Can, Sir. Coincidentally I have no guest schedule tomorrow.” he said happily.

Now Mr. Prass is back playing the phone and after that he handed it to Devina.

“Type your account number. Later my secretary will transfer to you.” Well, Mr. Prass is very careful about the traces of his game. His wife Yulia was very thorough.

If you don't want your career ruined, Mr. Prass has to play pretty. His wife is not a stupid woman who can be tricked at will.

“Good, Mr.” replied Devina.

Shortly after Devina typed in her account number. A notification back in.

Devina's brown eyes almost green look nominal which makes her want to jump for joy.

“150 million, Mr not wrong?” tanya Devina tried to calm her heartbeat at that time. It felt like the heart was wanting to rebel out.

Mr. Prass smiled. “There's nothing wrong if it's for a woman like you. You're precious in my eyes, Devina.”.