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Heartbroken

Rather than being at this party, Sapphira chose to go towards the exit. He wants to go home.

"Consider everything." A soft voice from Azzam stopped Sapphira's steps. The girl turned around and noticed the two who were now standing in front there.

"Before Azzam thanked his colleagues and guests who had taken the time to present here, on the birthday of Azzam. Not to forget also, thanks to Daddy who has sponsored the Azzam party," said Azzam unfiltered.

The invited guests laughed at Azzam's funny words in their ears. But not with Sapphira, he did not focus on listening to Azzam's words. He only focused on seeing a pair of humans who are now standing so harmonious up there.

Again and again, his heart was sad. His chest tightened, as if a lump of his heart was squeezed by an invisible hand.

"OK, Azzam is mostly a stale base huh? Directly the point, deh," said Azzam seriously.

"On Azzam's 22nd birthday, Azzam wanted to express Azzam's feelings to the woman standing next to Azzam. What do you think? Beautiful right? Azzam's choice is okay, right?" he said, asking the guests.

The guests cheered.

"That's great, Zam!"

"Okay, meuni geulis pisan!"

"That's a really good deal for you to pick a partner, Zam!"

Many more compliments from the guests were made to Azzam and Dara. Alberto who saw the absurd behavior of his son could only shake his head.

Safira eventually chose to go lock herself into the toilet instead. He can no longer afford it. Even his feet felt weak.

In a situation that was already this bad, the heels he wore were even broken. He was also on the floor.

"It hurts ...," saffron cried.

Actually, the pain in his legs is not much, but his mood is sensitive. It hurts a little bit to cry.

"Oh, what are you, honey?" ask the very beautiful middle-aged woman. Her squinty eyes made her look like a Korean actress.

"Eum gapapa, Aunt. Sprained a little anyway," said Safira then try to stand up.

With great difficulty Safira stood up. Inevitably he had to take off his other shoe, so as not to look limp.

"Your shoes are broken, wear aunty aja huh? There's no way you're nyeker here" said the woman so gently.

Safira wanted to refuse but rightly said the woman, there was no way Safira would plug in at a party like this.

"Darren! Here you are!" shouted the old woman.

Not long after a tall man came.

"Why, Mom?" ask the man in his baritone voice.

"You got peach-colored heels in Mommy's room, huh? Mommy wants to help him" the kind woman told her son, Darren.

Darren looked at Safira with flat eyes. Sontak Safira looked down deeply. Somehow his guts were shriveled, afraid of being pounced on by the man in front of him. Even if the Safira smartphone is opened, the first thing you see is a photo of a handsome actor like the man in front of him.

"Eh, don't bother, Auntie. I took his shoes myself. Aunty just call the direction where, let me go there alone. It's also if Aunt believes in me," Safira said trying to cut off any contact with Darren.

"Oh that? Yaudah, Darren you sent him to Mommy's room, just helped him find the shoes he wanted." It seems that woman misunderstood.

"That's not what Fira means, Auntie. I mean. bi-"

"Udah, let Darren anterin you." Not finished Safira spoke, the woman immediately cut off the conversation.

"Come with me" said Darren and walked ahead of Safira.

Safira inevitably followed where the tall man was walking. With a shunt and head bowed Safira continued to follow the man's steps.

Darren, who had been walking leisurely, was suddenly disturbed by the whispers of women caught in his ears.

"Heh, look at that. Where did the bums come from? Pake that market dress, try to see his feet, nyeker not tuh? How could Azzam have such a guest model?" said the lady-smith.

Darren turned to look at Safira behind him.

"Pantes was a homeless man" said Darren and walked over to Sapphira.

"Are you ready Azzam anyway? How can I get here?" cecar Darren then lifted the body of the poor girl and carried her in bridal style.

"Ehh?!" tekik Safira was surprised because Darren picked her up suddenly without her consent. Sapphira's heart is already dag-dig-dug not careless. It turns out this is what it feels like to be the princess who is carried by her prince. Eh?

"Shut up! I'm happy again with your self-esteem" Darren said flatly.

Still with Sapphira in his carrier, Darren walked over to the crowd of women who had been gossiping about Safira.

"You see what? Oh, curious about her?" darren asked as he pointed at Safira with his gaze.

"Know, he's Fira. His brother-in-law Azzam. He's a higher degree than you here, so don't carelessly gossip at others! Understood?" darren said firmly and then passed leaving a crowd of women who are now astonished. A candidate-in-law said?

Sapphira could only remain in her position. Want to rebel can not, which there is a increasingly complicated situation.

"Sir, get me down? I'm heavy, I'll say I object, "pinta Safira tried to negotiate with Darren.

"You doubt my muscles? Not just lift you, I can also slam you!" darren replied without looking at it at all.

Sapphira who heard the word "asshole" instantly silent a thousand languages. Afraid of him being completely slammed.