Butterfly Night Wedding Contract
Part 02's
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"So, is anyone looking for me?" deeva asked, pointing to herself, and then turned to Megan, who shrugged her shoulders.
"Yes, hurry to the second floor, in room number 11" the man said.
Deeva just nodded slowly, not quickly to the place he was given just now he was sitting back which is now followed by his best friend.
"Who are you?" ask Megan.
"Don't know, even though Mami knows that I don't like to go straight into the rich room gini," he replied, he replied, there was a clear upset tone heard by Megan who could only gently rub Deeva's back so that the woman was no longer upset.
Deeva is not like the other comfort women in the most luxurious nightclub in the city, she is different because she does not jump directly into the bar looking for prey, instead, he simply sits sweetly in the VVIP room to accompany karaoke or just drink.
But, not all striped men can be with her, Deeva can choose who will be in her company to spend the night, she said, his choice in working to reap the coffers of money that is not a little longer it actually makes the guests curious about who can finally conquer the heart and body of Deeva after 4 years she became Queen in The Red Diamonds Club.
Nightclubs that all know if the guests are not random people because the minimum that comes there is a child student of local officials, while the rest are certainly entrepreneurs in various fields.
"Just meet first, there's nothing to fear, Dee." said Megan, who assured her best friend that everything is fine, after all, Mami could not be rash to make a decision for her favorite child.
"Well, I'll go there first, I'll drop my stuff, Gan." Curious and resigned, Deeva finally woke up and rushed to the room where she said someone was waiting for her.
With heavy breathing accompanying Deeva's lazy footsteps, he who was on the third floor chose to go down with ordinary stairs because there was no reason for him to rush to meet the person.
"I'm tired of God" said Deeva, he misses the time 5 years ago who was just busy with his own business without thinking about debt, installments and also his family who now spills all the problems on his shoulders.
If you do not remember Mama, it would be like Deeva took the woman away and just stay alone, it's okay if you can only eat two or three times a day as long as the day is peaceful.
"Is there anyone inside?" deeva asked the two people who were guarding the door that was closed tightly, certainly not carelessly people can go in there.
"She, Miss. They're waiting for you" replied one of the guards, who was wearing black.
Deeva frowned, hearing the word they were certainly not the one person inside while he could not guess at all.
"Maybe there is Mami too" Deeva said, although she was not sure, there was a strange feeling in the poor girl's heart but she could not explain it.
Deeva entered the room after opening the door, he who had just walked three steps immediately stopped when there were 4 people sitting at a table with 2 of them whom he did not recognize.
"Sit near Mami here, Dee," said the woman with long blonde hair.
"Yes, Mih." Deeva sat next to Mami who was smiling at her.
Deeva survived for so long because she was very good, she knew very well how Deeva had been made only a money machine by her father and older brother, Mami also helped Deeva get a good guest until the child became her favorite child because not only fluent but also obviously very profitable.
"What's this?" deeva asked, he glanced at one man who was none other than his own father. That uneasy feeling grew even more chaotic as the other two stared intently at Deeva.
Deeva was not surprised, he seemed relaxed because it was commonplace, whether the punishment would make the older brother not to continue dealing with the police.
"If you want to release him, please. But please don't involve me" Deeva said.
He who wants to get up from his seat was immediately prevented by Mami and it makes Deeva more clueless.
"Sit down first, we're talking well yes," Pinta Mami who inevitably made Deeva again throw his boKong next to the woman.
His gaze was sharp towards Papa who casually said that he did not need to do anything about it, if it was so he should not be in this room.
However, the annoyance and arrogance was sidetracked as Deeva looked at the two people who were in front of her. Those who are arranging their sitting position seem to be preparing to talk important things.
"Miss Deeva, I'm Artha and this is Mr. Ibnu. Our arrival here is certainly intended to help Miss Deeva's family. This is proof of the transfer of some money that has been sent to the account of Your Father, Mr. Markus," explained the mature and handsome man.
Deeva who does not understand certainly looking for answers from the Father because the row of numbers listed just now is not a little in number even it feels like there will be a lot of left if only to redeem his brother at the police station.
"And Papa said, you don't have to do anything, just take the pen and sign the file that our Papa has agreed," said Papa as without sin.
"What file?" ask Deeva.
"This, Miss. Miss Deeva can read it first before signing it," Artha continued, offering a Map.
"Marriage contract?!" pekik Deeva did not believe when he opened the Map, he who had just read initially had been made weak to feel boneless.
"Yes, Miss. In exchange for the money we gave Miss Deeva must be willing to marry our Young Master" said Artha again who was next to him was Pak Ibnu who was none other than a lawyer.
Deeva refused to plead with her papa to return the money but the man was clearly more resolute in rejecting her daughter's request, he did not care even though Deeva now kissed the leg which he said for some girls was his first love.
Deeva is picked up by Mami who feels unbearable, she tries to calm the girl in her arms. And, when Deeva's tears subsided she was asked to immediately sign because all of that could not be canceled.
Deeva who is still sobbing can only listen resignedly when Mr. Ibn read the contents of his marriage contact with a person who is clearly unknown to him.
One by one point uttered by the man until Deeva cut him when in point 8.
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Wait, why can't I be present when Ijab qabul takes place?
