Fake Fiancee

Chapters. 67 Guests of Aksa

The mountain top has a great view. Lisa sat down with a smile on her lips. Although he once said that he did not care about the scenery while eating, but now he was amazed by this place.

 

"You enjoyed this place as well apparently," said Aksa who had just come from the toilet. A little reproachful of Lisa who was not too interested. The girl's head nodded without looking.

 

"Where I am, I have to enjoy this place with satisfaction" Lisa said, still amazed at the view. Aska smiled faintly seeing Lisa amazed. "I really like the earthy mountains. Different from the sea. Although the sea is beautiful, but in the sea is still full of mystery. I became too afraid of my own thoughts about what was in the deepest sea" Lisa murmured.

 

Aksa who was about to send a message stopped. He listened to Lisa's words just now.

 

"Then you can linger to enjoy the view. People from the side have not come because there is little need," said Aksa.

 

Lisa's looking.

 

"really? Does it mean that the meal time is still long?" lisa was disappointed. This question made Aksa laugh.

 

"Yes, but you can still eat first if you want," Aksa bargained.

 

"Emm .. not so. I'll eat later if the guy comes. I'd love to eat a double, but I'm afraid of satiety." Lisa remembers that later she also had to eat well in front of Aksa's guests. "But if just a snack can be," said Lisa hope. Lisa looks hungry. That's natural. He kidnapped this girl when he came home from school. Where maybe his stomach is still rumbling.

 

"OKAY. I'll have them prepare an extra menu for you." Aksa went to see the waiter who was there. They had prepared the food ordered by their guests. Just waiting for the person Aksa invited.

 

Lisa saw the amazing view down there. He let Aksa order a snack first for him.

 

"This is the table where Aksa Candika is?" reprimanding a voice made Lisa stunned.

 

"Yes?" He turned his head with his mind still uncollected as it was fixated on the scenery there.

 

He saw two people near his desk. A woman and a man.

 

"Is this really Aksa Candika's table?" repeated tall man with thin sideburns was friendly.

 

Lisa immediately got up from her chair. "Ah, yes. Is correct. You must be Aksa's guest. Go ahead. She ..."

 

"Have you come, Biema?" Aksa apparently noticed from his place earlier. Then he immediately approached his desk again after ordering a snack. "Come, sit. Who are you coming with?" aksa asked who saw a woman beside this man.

 

"She's my wife, Paris." Biema introduces his wife to Aksa and Lisa. Before sitting down they shake hands first.

 

"Oh, Miss Biema turns out."

 

"really. This is your secretary or ..." Paris pointed at Lisa.

 

 

"Oh, fiancee. I'm sorry I didn't recognize him" Paris laughed in disrespect.

 

"It's okay. The party didn't invite many people." Aksa.

 

**

 

In an instant, the chatter at the dining table felt so familiar. Aksa did not expect Biema's wife to be so friendly and could keep up with Lisa who was initially awkward.

 

"Your wife is so cheerful and active. Maybe you make her life happy, she looks young" Aksa said as the two women went to the toilet together.

 

"Not young. My wife is still young" Biema said.

 

"Young?" aksa asked in surprise.

 

"I married her while she was still in High School. He just graduated from school."

 

"really?" Aksa was surprised.

 

"Yes." Yeah." Biema smiled considering the first meeting with her beloved wife.

 

"What's so good about having a couple of kids?" asked Aksa unconsciously. Biema. "I'm just curious, Biema. Because I've never been in a relationship with an underage girl like that."

 

"Isn't your fiancee still a kid?" tanya Biema. When he first met, he knew Aksa's fiancee looked similar to his wife.

 

"Yes. That's exception. You know, I was set up. He's not my choice."

 

"So you're with him now because you had to?" Biema. Aksa nodded.

 

"He was my grandfather's choice" Aksa said. Biema.

 

"It doesn't matter, does it?" Biema understands about being in a match. Because he himself met his wife because of an arranged marriage.

 

"Surely that's a problem, Biema. A boy won't understand the wishes of a grown man like us." Aksa gulped down his drink. "I know you understand, right?"

 

"Basic. You're still like that."

 

"Don't talk about me. Tell me about your young wife." Aksa was very interested in the story of Biema and Paris.