BRONDY CHARM (Trendy Leaning)

CHAPTER 31: JELOUS

Dirga deliberately did not tell Mutia, if the Event Organizer where she works part-time will serve at Hasan's party. Since morning her heart was happy when Mutia gave info if her lover would come to the event that he was going to attend. Even in different portions of the task. Mutia and Pras come as guests of honor, while he comes with his Team as a servant who must be able to maintain stability or order in the course of the event.

Dirga was satisfied with the clothes she chose for her lover, although Mutia paid for the expensive dress herself. Who's he. Only a final semester student, who depends his life on the money from the work of his part-time. While the delivery of the mother who is none other than a widow who still has a burden of 3 children with her, with money made from selling vegetables. Of course Dirga life feels heavy. So in addition to part-time work, selling yourself is also not wrong for him. If you want to make money fast.

Mutia was immersed in the bustling atmosphere they created. Hasan and Berto are the thickest friends of Pras. Their work is different, their hobbies are different. Only their taste for choosing a wife that is almost similar. That is happy with the type of woman who is excited and likes to forget the time if they meet each other. Their wives are familiar because of the good relationship of the triumvirate. They were four friends before. But the Word died first. Unable to continue their friendship in the world.

“I remembered wrong or did not update yes. Actually Mutia kok is now a bit small, glowing and .. the aura is different huhah.” Nabila chirps while they enjoy the dish on the round table.

“Gak .. anyway. Regular aja.” Mutia blushed. Great sense of his head got praise from Berto's wife.

“We haven't seen you in a long time. Really cool.” Vea added. And at that time they were still complete with 6 people in the same table circle.

“Pras .. You know what? Women say that. It means being coded to the fathers to hurry again to make his wife to that too.” Kekeh Berto understands. If the wife will definitely kepo with a series of treatments that Mutia live.

“Gimana ..?” that's how short Pras responded.

“My husband is this, one strip under the paranormal. He knows all. I muji Mutia so just now, he uda instantly know if I wonder where Mutia nge-shape body so beautiful now.” Nabila put her lips briefly on her super understanding husband's cheek. Nabila and Berto are always sweet and over romantic, since long ago.

“Oh ..” Pras just rounded his mouth, while swerving towards Mutia.

“Ga is just her body shape, makeup too. The effect of being the CEO's wife is like. So add kereen bang.” Vena praised. Of course tonight Mutia's appearance is different. Not because of the capital that the husband poured, but because there was a mentor who gave him direction to his appearance also made his mind happy.

“Heeem .. try spill place make over deh.” Berto's fishing rod nudged his wife.

“Hah ... where?” Nabila turned towards the direction Mutia was sitting. Mutia was just downcast, somewhat embarrassed she was promoting her salon.

“You need to know, if now the ‘batu’ is secretly romantic on Pearl.” Kekeh Berto's. So forced Mutia to provide information about the Beauty Salon that she has and manages. Makes the atmosphere of the night's chat even more crowded.

[My cute aunt's look tonight was perfect] Mutia felt her handbag vibrate, uh not her bag. But the cell phone in his little bag. Mutia hurriedly opened and read the contents of the chat from the ketceh. By folding his lips, he tried to hide the happy hue of the little one's flattery praise.

[Who picked the dress?] reply Mutia fast.

[Sorry, dear. Just can choose, can not buy for the beloved] type Dirga again on a flat object in his hand.

[It's not just the dress that fits my dear. But the makeup makes my dear look stunning tonight.] Type Dirga again.

[Huuuh .. kayaking aj🙄.] Mutia was actually disappointed, as she felt perfect with her performance tonight, but was only seen by the flat Pras. Of course, he was wondering if his appearance would be seen by Dirga. Because when in the boutique earlier, lovers different age it only saw the dress was carried on her body without make up and hair do the maximum.

[To the toilet now] Mutia's head reflex is lifted. He was flabbergasted, immediately surprised by the sentence he read. Hope the ketceh is not joking, if what he read just now is a command sentence so that he walks towards the restroom.

Love sebr3ngsek it attacked Mutia's brain. Without delaying time, he immediately paid to go to the restroom at the hotel ballrom. Walk slowly with the mood of dag dig dug ser, Hope the lover is not joking with him. He not only wanted to be seen by Dirga, but also suddenly missed wanting to meet the young man who had only been a few hours not aia see with his eyeballs directly.

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Mutia's hand was pulled by someone when he had not yet reached the bathroom, Mutia was still in a daze to make sure where the toilet he was going to go. But the pull was quite hard and fast, making him wide-eyed when he turned towards the hand that pulled him earlier.

Derga

It was Dirga his heart lover. That ketceh has made the direction no longer fixed on the toilet. They are now heading towards the elevator. I don't know where the elevator is going to take them. What is certain is that Dirga has embraced Mutia's body tightly. Repeatedly pasted his cheek on Mutia's cheek.

Time and time again. Not just once.

“Dirga ..!” Mutia was in the fog. Wanted to rebel but the kiss was too fast. Until the elevator stops because it will open.

Dirga has memorized the ins and outs of the ballroom. And now Rooftop is where they both stand.

“You why siih .. kiss it so much.” Somewhat annoyed Mutia got this cipika cipiki the tengil.

“Dirga don't like .. aunt cheeks in kiss another man. Except Om Pras.” Oh sejelous it's the rancid.

“You're really tacky Ga. That's normal.” Elak Mutia felt if there was an atmosphere of jealousy in the expression of other lovers of his age.

“Tante don't think how Om Pras feels when the aunt's cheeks come into contact with the cheeks of other men besides him?” hah ... How Pras feeling? Then what Dirga can think about how Pras feels if he knows Mutia's lips are also anu-anu right.

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