Denisa Rosaline

A.C HUT (1)

Aline POV

The long-awaited A.C Silver HUT has finally come. As I promised Ce Shayna and Ms. Dira, I will come tonight. So, here I was, walking into this luxurious hotel building after thanking and waving to Anggia who was willing to deliver me safely to my destination. Anggia is indeed talented in applying makeup. My face looks shiny and sparkling tonight, minimalist but still natural. "Emejing makes pangling!" hana said before I left.

I walked towards the event venue. Along the way I could only lower my gaze because the men who were here made me careless with their gazes. Though I had deliberately arrived late so as not to be too many guests who were outside. It turns out my guess was wrong. I don't like being the center of attention. Not arrogant, but this I have often found first when I was forced to join papi and mami attended parties from papi business partners. And I don't like it.

After taking pictures and filling out the guest book, I also intend to enter the room where the A.C Silver HUT event was held. One more step into the main door of the event, someone pulled me by force. He walked in front of me and dragged me. His steps were big, making me have trouble walking and stumbling following him because of these seven-inch heels. At first glance, I feel like I know this person who is interesting to me. Even from behind, I know him. But I immediately dismissed that thought. There might be a coincidence like this, right?

He took me quite far from the show. There's some kind of aisle but not a dead end either. He pulled me in front of him and made me lean against the wall. Both of my wrists were held tightly by him as if I knew at any time that I could hit him unconscious. I can't dwell under his confinement. Even though I mastered various martial arts, but my strength certainly lost compared to the energy of an adult man as tall and as big as him. Right I guess, it was him!

Like the surprise, Princess?" said the man with a smile of his own special annoying smirk.

I was shocked, scared, worried but also happy. Somehow my face is at this moment. He'll laugh at me later. That's Ricky Alvaro Tiocandra. My annoying cousin and also my sister-in-law with me and my two brothers, because her mother died while giving birth to her so the mom who was breastfeeding bang Rio at that time also breastfed her, gave her breast milk, gave her breast milk, the best food given by Allah SWT for babies.

Maybe it's because of sharing ASI that he and bang Rio are very sticky. Wrong, it's more suitable if I say he's the one who bought Rio bang everywhere. Anything he wants is the same as having a Rio bang. To him, Rio Tiocandra was his idol. Therefore his existence here makes me worry in case there is a Rio bang here as well. Understandably, he still likes the same nempel bang Rio, as well as bang Rio, willingly plastered these annoying creatures, even though they are both adults. Eits, but that doesn't mean they turn 'bush' huh.

I asked him to let go of my hand, but he didn't. Even matai me fierce.

True to my guess, he laughed at my face expression when he saw it earlier. Maybe he missed an opportunity to upset me. Several times he also touched the tip of my nose because I did not want to call him Brother. Hey, it's not without reason. The problem is we go to the same high school. He went in first a year from me, but since I took acceleration classes we graduated together. Since then Rosaline who used to not want to call him with the name 'branch' again.

I'm getting uncomfortable. Worried if anyone sees us from behind, it will definitely be immediately misunderstood and negative thoughts. Our current position is like a perverted couple who do not know the place. Though this hotel, doing so in the hallway is actually often found, especially in big cities. Do you know how easy it is for people to think negatively just from what they see? That's what I mean.

"Please!!! The standing position of the two of us right now is exactly like a couple who are doing immoral acts," I asked him angrily.

"Consider very much with people's minds, Sweety. We're all grown up and this is in a hotel, pretty, in Jakarta anyway. Let them think it's up to them."

It's not that I'm justifying, of course it's wrong. But I'm talking reality, that's a phenomenon that we often encounter in the midst of society today. Where religious and religious norms of Indonesia as a religious eastern nation began to be displaced and eroded by a freer and secular western culture, changing the mindset of the younger generation through trends that are deliberately created through the media, especially social media.

I thrashed. It turns out my request didn't affect him. I then stomped his feet with my 7 Senti heels, making him complain but still had no effect on him. Then I try to negotiate again, if it doesn't work out too, then I'll follow the sensitive part with my free knee.

"of course! Now I've been wearing the hijab, so I have to take care of the marwahnya," I said. He then thought, like weighing something before finally nodding in agreement, but on terms. There still has to be a return. Basic businessman! He asked me to call him 'Bang Ricky'. Huh, what a cool thing is being called that.

I'll follow her soon. And he let go of my hand. Then I pushed Ricky's burly body slightly back, giving the two of us some distance so that nothing would go wrong if it happened to pass by.

Once freed, I look left right in case there is a Rio bang around here. Because all I know, he always follows the Rio bang. Had there bang Rio, can be dragged home me. Fortunately he was alone, plan B he said. I understand what that term is. Plan B is a backup plan that is only used when either bang Cris, Bang Rio or I cannot complete our original plan. In other words, he chose to be our absorbent tyre, hehehe. He asked for.

We entered the room, many pairs of eyes staring in admiration at us. Of course, it was because Ricky had an authentic allure. The Rio bang. They both have the same character, from cold-faced, cold-handed, to cold-handed. His handsome face was often wara wiri in business magazines, who did not know the talented young businessman of the Tiocandra clan? And now one of them is holding his hand. We were like a couple and he looked indifferent, not caring about his surroundings.

"Rik, sit down. I'm afraid to be the center of attention like this" I whispered to him.

He nodded and sat down at the row of tables closest to the food stand. Once the core event series is complete, all guests are welcome to enjoy the dishes.

After this will be held a charity event, then the peak event of HUT Perak with the cutting of birthday cakes and entertainment.

After enjoying the meal, Ricky took me around with his host and business colleagues. He casually introduced me, "She's my princess," to a colleague who asked who I was. And of course they think I'm this shitty boyfriend. Dirty was my wish to meet a soul mate at this party, poor Aline.

While we were talking to Mr. Muler, someone dressed in EO uniforms or the committee approached us.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Is Ma'am the owner of number 080?" ask the girl to me.

"Yes, right. That's the number I have." I showed him that number.

"Come, Ma'am. Please come with me to the back. Because the auction event is about to start, "he explained.

"Sorry, Ma'am. But I didn't sign up to follow him" I said confusedly. Something's wrong here. I never signed up for the auction.

"Look, Ma'am. Ma'am's number was requested directly by Ms. Shayna." The woman explained back. "Later the auction system will be explained directly by him in the back. Come, Ma'am!"

I gawk. Ce Shayna is. But I finally gave up. I don't know what that beautiful girl planned for me. I asked Ricky for his permission, as usual, he wouldn't make things easy for me. Ricky finally allowed it after I agreed to go home with him later.

I walked towards the backstage. There is a room that is not too spacious, but still blends with the event ballroom. There I saw some people who seemed like auction participants like me were sitting on chairs that had been provided. Ce Shayna was standing in front of them, talking to someone, like giving directions or something.

I sat at the very end of the second row. There are only 10 participants at the auction tonight, five men and five women. Some of them I know as fellow coworkers at A. C. and some of them seem like invited guests.

I saw Ce Shayna glancing at me who had just landed my butt on the chair. Ce Shayna came up to us and explained why we were here and what we were for.

After explaining, we all took the lottery to perform. And I got the last chance. The charity auction game begins.

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