
At six o'clock in the afternoon, Abhimanyu returned home. She went straight to her room but had heard the boisterous laughter of her children and Anjani. He wanted to peek but he paled. He must clean up first and prepare.
Thirty minutes later Abhimanyu had finished dressing formally with his grey black-striped suit stelan and his hair in a neat comb to the back. She sprayed perfume on her body. This perfume contains fragrant scents of woody, black pepper, and citrus, this perfume accentuates the masculine side that makes every woman fall in love.
He then tidied up his suit confidently and walked out of his room. He looked at Anjani's room already empty maybe he was downstairs.
Abhimanyu then walked downstairs. He stopped his steps when he saw Anjani's stunning look. She was wearing a bright red dress, which showed off her beautiful shoulders. His body is clearly visible.
Anjani's makeup this time also looks mature, he gives a thumb to Misya, a fairy and designer subscription to his mother and his late wife first. Whether he should give praise or mockery to Misya for making her beautiful and attractive woman like this.
Anjani stood up nervously holding her shoulder. I don't know what makes it that way. It's just that Abhimanyu's eyes are like stripping him naked without having to take off the clothes he was wearing.
She felt Misya was wrong to give this dress to her. This dress looks very revealing and she is not used to wearing it.
"Dad see Anja's mother looks so beautiful" cried Earth when she saw her father appear.
Tirta and Bayu who saw it just rolled his eyes lazy. Earth is often enthusiastic about her mentor. They also liked the teacher but just being ordinary was no more like Earth.
"Dad why only buy Anja's mother does not buy me such a dress anyway?" sulking Earth.
"Ask that to Aunt Misye why only bring one for Anja's mother and you don't give it."
"Yes, why doesn't Auntie A-mis make me such clothes," said Bumi acting like the Boss.
"Your master don't throw this matter at me" Misye said with a stifled voice near Abhimanyu's ear.
"Okey, tomorrow Auntie will send it here. But my name is Misye not A - eg."
Tirta and Bayu could not help their laughter. They snorted while holding his stomach.
Abhimanyu came closer and smiled at Anjani. "Perfect," said the man.'
"I get paid more dong, Mr President?" ask Misya girang.
"You were wrong in giving her a dress you should have given her a little covered," Abhimanyu said. "He's gonna be the target of the dappled men over there."
"And you must hold it tight lest anyone take your possession this Master," joked Misye but made Abhimanyu's smile disappear and fade away.
"Yes, you're right. This time I'll hold it tight even I'll tie it up so it can't go anywhere." There is a bitter tone implied by Abhimanyu's words. Is it true that Misye said about Lara, Abhimanyu's wife who had died? If true then he guessed Abhimanyu knew of this.
What a shame the fate of that man. Anjani's heart ached to imagine it. But everyone said Lara was the perfect woman. Beautiful and kind. His children adored him.
"You ready?" abhimanyu asked, stretching out his arm. Anjani felt clumsy and reluctant to put his hand into Abhimanyu's arm.
Misye who saw it then pulled Anjani's hand to hold Abhimanyu. Anjani was surprised to fall because he was not used to wearing the very high and pointed highless. However, Abi's hand swiftly held both of Anjani's arms so as not to fall.
"Slow down Misye, I can cut your pay," Abhimanyu said.
"Origin don't cut mine," said Misye quickly. He immediately closed his own mouth due to the shock.
"Owned by Aunt Mis still works?" ask Bayu.
"Eh, young children do not need to join the adult conversation. He said it wasn't good" Misye added. The two sons of Abhimanyu again laughed amusedly at Misye's behavior.
"Dad go first, take good care of your sister at home. There are no Oma and Aunt Lina so I hope you do not take extreme and excessive measures that a. ," Abhimanyu said stopped when Tirta cut him off.
"We know Dad, I can go with Anja's mom quietly."
Abhimanyu nodded his head then left the three of them together with Slamet and Tuti. Servants of their trust. Other servants and Earth's caretakers will return home when night comes.
Many times Anjani wants to sprain when setting foot in an uneven place. Wearing shoes that look beautiful was not as easy as what he imagined. He prefers to wear his flatshoes or snikers rather than wearing these shoes. It's like torturing his feet.
"Can you hold it for a second. Later I will find you a seat so you do not have to walk or stand too long" said Abhimanyu worried. He held Anjani's shoulder tightly so as not to fall over at any time.
"I'm fine," said Anjani smiling, the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.
"All right then."
Mr. Gabriel and his wife came to greet them. For a moment everyone was like staring at them making Anjani nervous and tense.
"Rileks," whispered Abhimanyu in Anjani's ear making the woman's ears redden and her face pajas.
"Hi, Mr. Abhimanyu and his future wife. Miss Anjani," said Gabriel to Abhimanyu.
"It's nice to meet you again, Miss Anja," said Luci kissing Anjani's cheek gently. Anjani smiled but at the same time her smile faded when she saw Devan standing in the corner of the room looking at her sharply.
His eyes instantly heated up and his chest roared violently. Devan will definitely think things are not good for him.
"The party looks good on Gabriel" Abhimanyu said.
"It will be even more festive after your arrival. Moreover, you brought a beautiful and attractive woman like her, which will make a scene for everyone in this room," said Gabriel.
"Yes everyone is curious as to what Lara's replacement is," added Lusi.
Anjani just closed her lips tightly. He'll be compared to Lara really they're not comparable in any way. Her thought.
"She's not Lara's replacement but she's my choice to accompany my life in the future. Lara and Anjani are two different figures" Abhimanyu said. It made the burden in Anjani's heart slightly lifted. Abhimanyu rubbed Anjani's back gently, giving the woman a sense of calm.
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