CEO Held And Princess Nobles

He's Fascinated Because He Looks Different

When we look at it with our heart

No longer with the eyes

There will be a hard feeling to understand

The heart is the divine power of Robbi

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Fayra, who was waiting for Arfan to arrive, did not expect a message to enter his cellphone. The girl swiftly grabbed her phone and opened a WhatsApp message from her best friend.

Fay, today I need a model, this is for the newly finished wedding dress I designed. Are you willing to be her model, Fay? But, I designed a wedding dress that uses a hijab. You have to wear a hijab. Do you want, Fay did a photo shoot as a model of my wedding dress at three in the afternoon?

Fayra's eyes were wide in disbelief!

During this time, he never received an offer from his best friend who was alim and religious enough to wear the hijab. This is the first time Fayra has worn the hijab. Every time he asks Fayra to be his impromptu model when in need of urgency. All this time, his best friend was just giving a design of ordinary clothes. Like a robe that can be used without a hijab or the like.

"What?! Wedding dress?!" he said, shouting a little out of nervousness and surprise.

"Ne-nada, aja, this is Hasna! Ah, really, am I wearing a hijab?! Hijab, don't you, make it sultry! Hot, again!" fayra said that he cursed the message of his best friend.

For a moment he fell silent and thought of something certain, 'crazy'. Her name is also a bar girl. Anything he can do to achieve his goals.

"Aha .. I accept it, huh! That's fine, right, once pretending to be an impromptu bride! Hihihi ..." his laughter filled the room that he alone was the occupant of.

Then, the beautiful girl started typing a reply message on the friend.

Okay, deh! I'd like to take it. Just so, you want to do one thing for me later too, huh!

The message was sent perfectly and was immediately read by Hasna Haniyah, a beautiful girl who works as a beginner designer.

Okay, I'll fulfill whatever you want. Just do not ask for branded goods, deh! I'm definitely okay in.

Again, the reply from Hasna, Fayra received it readily without lingering.

Cool out! I'm gonna ask you something that makes sense, really. Uh, I was gonna ask you earlier. Did you design a wedding dress for the man too, Na?

Hasna replied with lightning fast.

Huh, relax! If that's me, there's a model! Hehe ... 😁😁

Fayra frowned for a moment, as if he was thinking of a tactic. Then, he again typed word by word with his springy and agile fingers. It was as if her hands were as skilled as a highly skilled dancer.

After the message was sent to Hasna, Fayra was relieved. And when it was finished sending messages, Arfan also came to bring the order requested by the employer.

"Miss, this is Miss' order. I'll put it here, huh?" asked Arfan while arranging some of Fayra's orders to him.

However, Arfan became very astonished. When his net glimpsed the face of the master. Apparently, the young lady was happy and no longer depressed.

Fayra had felt depressed at the beginning of the sudden departure of her brother. As a brother, he was very loving and loving, his brothers and sisters without the need for self-reliance.

Now, the smile expands like a blooming flower, clearly printed on the lips of Fayra the girl's urgency and childishness.

Yes, sometimes Arfan was made a crime by the employer. However, not infrequently also Fayra gave a smile to him, which makes his heart seem to be racing in a horse race.

*Deg .. deg .. deg .. deg ...

"What's this?! Why do I feel like this? Why does every look at Miss Fayra's smile make me forget myself a little? As if, this whole world was just me and he was the one inhabiting. Astaghfirullah* ...!" monologue Arfan.

For a long time, Arfan was curious about the meaning of the smile of the master. Until he ventured to just mince words.

"Miss ...!"

"Hmm?" sahut Fayra who is still loyal with his sweet smile, did not forget to also make his tone a little spoiled.

It actually makes Arfan die of lice.

"Astaghfirullah ...!" Arfan is only able to beristighfar in his heart so nervous he is currently.

"Eee .. emmm ...,"

"What the hell are you talking about, my loyal bodyguard, hmmm?" he said it was getting spoiled.

Deg .. deg .. deg ...

The heart of that plain handsome young man grew increasingly uncertain.

"Miss, is today's weather very sunny?" ask Arfan who can't stand his heart beating.

Fayra then pulled forward her swivel chair and approached Arfan, who was still faithfully standing beside the left side, the girl who touched the recesses.

"Eh, what do you want?!" arfan shouted as if Fayra wanted to harass him.

"Ahahaha ... Why are you, huh?! I just want to take the order you brought," Fayra said with a crisp laugh.

"Astaghfirullah ...! Miss, Miss know what? I almost died standing here" said Arfan bluntly.

Fayra changed her face instantly. Fayra seemed to imply an expression of asking the handsome man before her.

"What do you mean, hmmm? You think I'll kill you, do you?!" he said it was a little difficult the emotion that was inside.

"Ahahaha .. of course, no! No, like that, Miss! Really ... I'm sorry! I was wrong to speak, Miss. Please, forgive my mistake just now, Miss!" arfan said with a heart. Fayra pretended to be angry.

"No way!" quickly reject Fayra, while throwing your face in the opposite direction to Arfan.

"Miss ... please .. don't be angry anymore, will you? Yea?" persuade Arfan with a look of compassionate face.

"Okay, I'm sorry you,"

"Goddessa ...,"

"Eh, don't be happy! There's a condition,"

"Condition?! What conditions, Miss?" tanyanya while scratching her head.

"Why are you scratching your head, huh?! No, say ...,"

"You have a lot of me, huh? Ahahaha ..." Fayra's laughter broke. Because, he was too happy to prank Arfan all out.

"No, Miss! I always wash my hair. Shampoo, again. Surely, fleas will not dare to approach." Arfan quickly rejected the accusation of the employer.

"Smurprise! You are very serious, so be a man, Arfan! Me, right, so love to do you, huh! Sorry, yes!" said Fayra who then opened the food that Arfan bought for him.

How is Arfan's face reacting at the moment?! Okay, don't ask anymore!

It was certain that blushing endured the embarrassment and now he was even more confused to face his young lady, who was fickle.

"Miss Fayra is human what chameleon is, anyway? I really like to confuse you!" grumbled Arfan from the bottom of his heart.

Unexpectedly, Fayra had finished eating his late lunch.

"Done!" fayra said when his burger and coffee latte ran out.

"Miss, you should say thank you after you've finished eating. It is better to read the prayer after eating."

"Hihihi .. sorry, Arfan! I'm not used to saying that when I eat and finish eating. But, I will be able to say all those prayers, when there will be a man who is willing to teach me when I become a wife." said Fayra confidently level one, 'Goddess'.

"Astaghfirullah .. does it have to be a wife first want to learn to say prayers before and after meals, Miss?" arfan stroked his chest gently, concerned for his young lady who understood nothing of the teachings of religion.

"Udahlah, don't talk to me now! If you want ... later, after you are legal to be a husband who will serve, your whole life to love me!" said Fayra with no cue and without brake anyway.

*Deg ...

"Astaghfirullah .. is it that easy to say about marriage?! Really makes me grunt*!" the monologue Arfan who had been in the dark for how many times when he was in front of Fayra.

"Come on, our game goes to my friend's boutique!"

"Butik?! What are you going to do there, miss?"

"Many things! Can't, no, anyway? You just walk away! No, mostly, kepo!" sentak Fayra with ketus and judesnya pardon.

"L-yes, all right, miss!" arfan replied resignedly and obediently. It should have been so.

They also went to the location intended by Fayra.

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Put them in a boutique that looks very attractive. In any case, Hasna's boutique is indeed very beautiful. Apparently, Arfan liked the design of the Hasna boutique. Moreover, he is an art lover.

"Gee ...! Masya Allah .. It is so beautiful this boutique. The design is interesting and unique." murmured Arfan before entering the boutique.

"Fan, hunted! Udah, waiting with my friend inside," cried Fayra who was impatient.

"Eh, yes .. yes, Miss!" Arfan immediately followed Fayra who had already walked.

...*****...

"Hasna ...!"

"Oh, hi. .., Fay! How come you didn't tell me you wanted to come here quickly? No patience, right?" hasna said with a smile teasing the beloved friend.

"Yes, Na. I want to see your wedding dress. Hence, I hurried here before three," said Fayra excitedly 45.

"Ehemmm ... is that the guy that made you rush to ask me to change his male model, hmmm?" goda Hasna while occasionally glancing towards Arfan who seemed to be watching the surrounding filled with clothes Hasna design.

"Ah, yes! He's the one, Na. How's it? Handsome, no, hmmm?" now behind Fayra who seemed to tease Hasna.

"This time your taste is a little different, huh, Fay?"

"You mean ... What, Na? Me, don't you know?"

"Is he the one who secretly made you move on from Ervin, hmmm? Hayo, ngaku ...! He is, right?! Hem ... hem ... hem ...?" senggol Hasna repeatedly on Fayra's arm.

"So, no! He's just my bodyguard who was asked by the president to take care of me for about 24 hours!" fayra said a little hyperbole.

"Hehehe .. okay! Maybe you still don't want to tell me. Yes, you can immediately look and wear the dress now. Yuk, I'll take you straight to the dressing room."

Arfan did not realize that his young lady was nearby.

"Well, where did Miss Fayra go?" asked Arfan confused looking for the existence of Fayra.

It's enough to go around, but nothing!

Arfan couldn't find the lady. Finally, he decided to sit down to see the fashion magazines on the table in the room.

Soon, Fayra came to Arfan in a white wedding dress, which had been dressed as a heavenly angel, which was very charming.

"Australian ...!" call Fayra with her gentle tone.

Arfan stopped his activity that was flipping through the pages of fashion magazines, which were in his grasp.

Now, his eyes rotate looking at every beauty attached to the mistress.

"Masiah Allah ...! What a beauty that is before the servant today, O Allah ...!" arfan's murmur that Fayra can't hear. Because their distance is a bit far.

"Hows it? Beautiful, right?" asked Fayra in her soft tone.

"God willing ... Is this true, Non Fayra?"

"Yes, it's me, Arfan!"

"Miss looks so pretty wearing a hijab like this, Miss!" praise Arfan honestly and sincerely. Fayra could only smile and blush in embarrassment.

Deg .. deg .. deg ...

At this time, Arfan began to recall, what had been said by his mother who began to ring again in his mind and heart.

"Bue .. why did Arfan feel everything he said to Miss Fayra? Is this a sign? Or is it just a test for Arfan, Bue ...!" again he must be faced with doubts that are increasingly entrenched in the deepest recesses of his heart today.

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