Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episode 230's.At a Party 3

That night was beautiful. Prita who rarely goes to a company party seems to enjoy the atmosphere. His expensive dress made him comfortable and a great sense of confidence. He and Boy had a conversation with a client who was present that night. They both move here and there to greet and let guests enjoy food, drinks and goats that have recently been brought.

"Boy! Indra Boy!"

Suddenly from the crowd a beautiful girl appears and looks to have a close relationship. Because the girl was so hesterically pulling Boy's hand, face, eyes implying joy.

"Boy! heyii how are you? haven't seen each other in a long time, I think you haven't come this year either. You have changed."

Prita looked at the girl who continued to say her joy saw Boy Indra present at the party. Until he looked at Prita who was holding hands.

"Who is this girl? he's the center of everyone's attention."

"Ri, Riri you're coming too!"

"Boy! who her? what's your relationship with him?"

"His name is Prita Pujaningrum, and he's my fiance!"

"A-WHAT? FIANCEE?"

The girl was surprised, she raised her eyes, which was no less surprised also Prita, and merta he pulled his hand from Boy's grasp and glared at Boy Indra.

"Well that's it, soon we'll be getting married, I'll definitely vote for you Ri."

Prita chokes, he tries to cough to relieve his breathing.

"You're why Prita, drink this."

Boy Indra snatched the drink that happened to pass in front of them, Prita immediately gulped it down.

"Are you okay, baby?"

Boy Indra attentively looked at Prita.

"Boy, is it true that you said that he was your fiancee. Then I congratulate ya."

"I congratulate you on your engagement."

Some of the people surrounding Boy Indra and Prita were delighted by the news, and they took turns to greet Boy Indra.

"Pak Boy, it's appropriate to be married, so that Mr. Kesuma immediately got a grandson."

"Come all! we're toast to Mr Boy!"

The place had become a large circle filled by invited guests who were holding their drinking glasses.

"Come! For their engagement may they be happy."

Congratulations, boy! let's toast!  a toast!

Prita was carried away by the flow of these people, he also warmed his glass, toast. And the beautiful girl approached Prita thrusting her glass in front of the glass that was held by Prita.

"Then I congratulate you, you're very lucky."

After saying those words, the girl turned her body and rushed away from the place.

"Boy, I'm going to wish you guys happiness."

He ran while holding back his cry. Prita suddenly pulls Boy's hand and drags him into a corner.

"Sir Boy here I want to talk!"

"Please baby, speak."

"Excession! enough is enough, what does all this mean?"

Prita was upset once he pulled Boy's collar tight.

"Excuse me, Mr. Boy he he you guys are so nice, so friendly!"

While his hand was busy avoiding Prita's hand. He even covered the girl's lips with his fingers and whispered, "If you want to protest or get angry, later at home ok, please."

Prita tries to control her emotions. What else some businessmen come to them and say home.

"Sir Boy and Mother, we say goodbye first because it can not be long. We're waiting for the wedding invitation."

"Ready."

Boy drove his lovely guests home. He glanced at Prita's pouting face.

"I want to go home too! can't be long, my mom's sick and you're pissing me off."

"All right, let me take you! let the office guy finish the party. My parents are home too."

Prita just silent, indeed the most important thing has been done, stay again enjoying the party, food and drinks.

In the car driven by Boy himself, Prita stomped loudly.

"You planned all this? I've been curial since the beginning."

"What if the people at the party all thought and thought our engagement was right?"

Boy is acting cute and relaxed.

"So much better, right?"

"Good! so I'm supposed to be pretending to be a bitch?"

"Yes, if you don't want to pretend, we're engaged, that's fine."

"What?"

It feels like Prita wants to faint by the behavior of Boy Indra.

"Listen, Mr. Boy Indra, you can't make your own decisions! if you want to play me, you better find someone else!"

Boy moved his shoulders slightly.

"So you don't accept this whole thing?"

"Of course!"

"Yes, forget it! sort of."

Prita swallows her saliva. That's easy, my goodness. Finally, Prita spoke a thousand languages.

Boy opens the door for Prita and she takes the girl home.

"See you on Monday."

The girl was silent, she was still very upset with Boy Indra.

　

　

　

　

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