Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 173 (Minder)

In the evening, when Beeve was going to pick up rice for Andri at the dinner table, he passed through the living room first.

And accidentally, he saw Rahma, Emir and also a beautiful woman chatting in the living room. Out of curiosity, Beeve paused for a moment.

Who's the lady? inner Beeve.

The Emir who saw Beeve's presence standing near the dining room swallowed his saliva.

Waduh, it could be terrible, if Beeve thinks this woman is my girlfriend, the inner Emir.

Beeve who was done with curiosity also moved back to the kitchen.

“Maybe it's a candidate for Emir,” murmured Beeve.

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“How's Mir? Isn't Helena pretty? He is also a Harpard graduate with cumlaude grades, now he is on duty at Harapan Bunda nak.” hospital, said Rahma, praising Helena's achievements so that the Emir is interested in the beautiful girl.

“Iya ma'am, good-nice!” The Emir nodded his head, but his gaze was elsewhere.

“You yourself graduate where Mir?” ask Helena in a soft voice.

“I?”

“Iya, you.”

“Hahaha, I'm still composing the thesis, and I studied at a local university, we're both completely different huh.” The Emir tried to go low, so Helena wouldn't like him.

“Domestic university is also good, demanding knowledge can be anywhere, do not have to go abroad, the important thing is we really want to learn.” Helena's wisdom makes Rahma fall in love.

Unlike the Emir, who thought of Beeve who had not returned from the kitchen.

Hopefully he does not misunderstand, inner Emir.

Emir's eyes continued to focus on the kitchen, until he saw Beeve returning with rice and water on a tray.

“Bee!” his muttering involuntarily, made Rahma and Helena turn towards Beeve who was passing behind them.

Basic Emir! inner Rahma.

“Beeve! come nak!” Rahma called her daughter-in-law to join them in the living room.

Then Beeve approached, “Iya tan? What's up?” beeve said as he sat next to Rahma.

“Include, this is Helena, the future Emir's fiance.” Emir's eyes are perfectly rounded, as Rahma says so.

“Mother! What the hell is that! Just met Helena today,” said Emir panicked.

“Halo Helena, I'm Beeve.” Beeve reached out his hand to shake Helena's hand.

“Halo also, I am Helena, the candidate Emir, if indeed in a match by God, hehehe.” both shook hands by throwing smiles at each other.

“Suitable, you guys are very compatible.” said Beeve who made Helena shy cat.

“Suit from where anyway,” murmured Emir.

“Beeve this who tan? Art in this house huh?” the three glanced sharply at Helena, when a daughter-in-law in Kira Art.

“Where is your manners? He is the oldest daughter-in-law in this house, as well as my mother's niece, if you say no origin ya!” the Emir who did not accept Beeve was denigrated.

“Oh, sorry-sorry Brother Bee, I did not intentionally, the ending of sister's clothes is too simple, so I think not family, sorry yes brother.” Helena clasped Beeve's hand in regret.

“Nothing really, his name is also not familiar,” said Beeve.

“Well! Now that you know who Beeve is, in the future, how know you and the Emir are official, get along with your brother.” Rahma gave advice to her daughter-in-law and future daughter-in-law.

“Of course tan, I will also listen to the words of Brother Beeve.” Helena stroked the back of Beeve's hand, as if she wanted to get closer to her future sister-in-law.

“Ya already tan, I want to go up first, surely Andri mas waiting for me, because he has not eaten from earlier.” Beeve got up from his seat.

“Alright Bee, be careful yes,” Rahma said.

“Kak Bee, I'll ask your phone number to Emir yes.”

“Please.” Next Beeve leaves the living room towards the 2nd floor.

After Beeve was far away, the Emir glared at Helena.

“What's up?” ask Helena.

“Already, Beeve also has no problem with the misunderstanding earlier.” Rahma tried to ease Emir's emotions.

“Yes, you're overreacting, Brother Beeve just isn't as excited as you!”

“Already, I want to rest, you can go home Helena.” The Emir blatantly expelled Helena, which made Rahma feel bad.

“Emir, why are you? Helena just came,” said Rahma.

“Yes already then, I want to go to the room, if you guys still want to gossip up to!” Emir left Helena and Rahma in the living room, he went to his room on the 2nd floor.

“Sorry yes if the nature of the Emir is rude to you,” Rahma said.

“Nothing aunty, precisely Helena likes with jutek men like Emir,” Helena explained.

“You're not wrong Helena?”

“Of course not aunty, Helena type does exist in Emir, cuek, judes, handsome and hardworking.” Rahma scrunched her forehead, because if she were Helena, it was clear she would not want to be on a man whose mouth was like a devil chilli.

“Oh yes, hopefully you feel at home with him,” Rahma said.

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Beeve who was still feeding Andri was daydreaming, Helena's words still ringing in her ears.

Am I less glamorous? inner Beeve.

Andri who saw his wife did not focus even pinched her cheek.

“Akh!!” Beeve grimaced in pain.

“You're thinking what?” ask Andri curious.

“Nothing mas,” replied Beeve.

“Come on, you've been a lot of bullshit, tell me, what's stuck in your heart is baby.” Andri urged Beeve to be honest.

“Mas.”

“Hum?”

“I'm ugly huh?”

“Who said you were ugly? You are the most beautiful girl in all of Indonesia!” andri.

“Ih, I'm serious mas!” andri's words were a mockery to Beeve.

“I'm serious baby, there are still women more beautiful than you?” Beeve rolled a lazy eye at Andri's words that he thought were absurd.

“Certain my style how mas? Norak huh? Similar maid ya mas?”

“Who said that? You wear anything looks elegant, only the person who loses competitiveness, says you are ugly!”

“Oh yes?” Beeve glanced at Andri with full investigation.

“Surely, anyway who said you look like Art?” ask Andri curious.

“No mas, I just want to know what you think of me,” Beeve said.

“Oh... so yes.” after Beeve finished bribing Andri, Beeve put the plate on the table, then he headed to the closet to look glassy.

True what said Helena, my style is really tacky, does not look like a daughter-in-law, do I need to waste a little for the sake of my appearance? inner Beeve.

Andri, sitting on the bed, holding hands, knew something was wrong with Beeve.

“Surely someone criticized his appearance,” muttered Andri.

Then Andri went from the bed to the closet, then he wrapped his hands around Beeve's waist.

“Do not think what people say, each person has their own style, which is important we are comfortable wearing our own,” said Andri.

“You are right mas.” Beeve took off the circle of Andri's hand from his waist.

“I want to take a plate to the kitchen first mas.” said Beeve while taking back Andri's plate on the table.

Andri let out a long sigh, as Beeve continued to avoid the subtle physical contact he made.

...Seriate......