Late Wedding?

Meet a Sucks Man

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I groaned in annoyance when I heard the sound of my bedroom door being knocked on. After a few seconds, Sandra's voice began to sound.

"Mr Qilla? Mommy's inside? There are guests who would like to meet Ma'am. Can you?"

In a pissed-off gesture I kicked my blanket. Move down from the bed.  Yesterday I helped with Kesha's proposal. From morning to midnight. And last night I had to stay up late to finish the design of the order of one of the office children who would make a proposal. As a result, I was able to close both my eyes calmly right after the dawn prayer. And now it's only 8 in the morning, but my sleep has been disturbed. It's not natural that I'm upset?

Please say, yes!

Making people happy can yield rewards. Okay well?

"Why?" my ketus was staring at Sandra fiercely.

Sandra grimaced as she squeezed the end of her cardigans.

"Anu, Ma'am," ringisnya belibet.

"San, Pliss! I was sleepy and tired too. If nothing is important, let you down. I'm going back to ti-"

"Eh, uh, don't dong, Ma'am! Today Mbak Qilla has a schedule to meet his youngest son Pak Pramuji, Mbak," prevent Sandra when I want to go back to bed.

"Who is Mr Pramuji? Not feeling familiar," I asked after closing my mouth because of yawning.

"That's a loh, Ma'am, the owner of our subscription fabric factory. Her husband's mother Linda Pangesti."

I nodded while talking about 'oh'ria, after hearing the name Sandra mentioned was familiar to my ears.

"What time is the appointment?" I was shaking my head because I was yawning. Seriously, I feel really sleepy.

"The original plan was, like, a tenth, Ma'am."

"Certainly? Wanna replace?" guess I'm on target.

Kulirik Sandra immediately nodded confirming my sentence.

"What's being pushed back?"

Instead of directly answering, Sandra instead grimaced while biting her lower lip. It's been almost three years of working together, making me a little bit more to start memorizing with his gigat. I smell unpleasant smells like that.

"Now?" guess me with a slightly irritated look.

"Emm, not right now, ma'am. Her Arisha sister says it doesn't have to be now, instead Qilla's mom, just it has to be today if I think."

I frowned in wonder.

"Why is that?"

"Bak Arisha can't come here, Ma'am. Her Arisha sister asked Ms. Qilla who came to her shop. You see, one of his works is not coming in, so his Arisha ma'am can not go anywhere."

Sandra grimaced as she found that both of my eyes that were now changing were staring at her sharply.

"Should it be today?"

Sandra nodded, "Tomorrow the Arisha Ma'am is not too busy, actually. But Ma'am Qilla is busy, tomorrow there is an interview with a magazine. Well, tomorrow again Ma'am Arisha began busy making other preparations."

I closed my two while taking a slow breath, then exhaled violently. Glancing at Sandra a new glance then nodded with a bit of unwillingness.

"OKAY. You can go downstairs, clean up your stuff. You're following. I need a driver or at least a chat so don't sleep."

"Loh, am I coming, Ma'am? Keep the ja-"

"Let Jihan receive the customer later," I cut quickly.

"But we have more orders, Ma'am. Kasian Jihan if you have to double job."

I immediately gave my sharp gaze. "Then you didn't look like me? Huh?" ketusku annoyed.

"Yes, that's not the time either, ma'am. I mean-"

"Udah, no, go down! Make the mood more chaotic," throw me fierce.

"Keep, Sister Qil-"

"Yes, Sandra, yes. Now I have to take a shower and get ready. Now you calm down?" my half-sindirku clucked.

Sandra grimaced while nodding shyly. It makes me feel anxious to just hit his head.

"Yes, Ma'am, it's not so hard right now. I felt really bad. Afraid of being scolded by Mbak Qilla," he grinned before running down.

I was only able to shake my head inexhaustibly with his behavior. And prefer to rush to the bathroom to clean themselves, before being lectured by Sandra.

I went straight downstairs, ready with my knee-length dress patterned with flowers.

"Where's the address, San?"

"This, Ma'am," Sandra said as she handed me a small piece of paper.

"Thank you. I stay, yes" I said farewell to the others as well. The three women of different ages nodded. "If you need a phone snack, yes. I'll buy you something right back home" I continued before leaving the boutique.

Sandra nodded while giving her thumb.

"Be careful, Ma'am," the message I replied with a nod of the head.

Pram's Bakkery & Mini Cafe

I read the little paper Sandra gave me and still feel a little foreign to this cake shop. While shrugging indifferently, I prefer to start my car, advancing it at moderate speed.

"Excuse me," I said, greeting a cashier who was busy, who was doing what.

The cashier immediately raised his head and stopped his activities.

"Welcome to Pram's Bakkery-Loh, Sister Aqilla? Geez, Ma'am, I'm sorry, ngerepotin. Though Ma'am Aqilla must be very busy, but even here. Duh! I am not very good with gini. Come on, Ma'am, we're going upstairs. To my room."

I just smiled awkwardly at his words and followed behind him.

"La, I have a guest, if there is a buyer call me in the room yes," Arisha said before leaving the counter. Then take me upstairs.

"Difficult, Ma'am, find the place?" ask Arisha for a pleasantry.

I****smile. "Paste too late earlier," my grin was a little embarrassed.

Arisha smiled with understanding. "The name of the board is less big anyway, so like to miss if you want to stop by."

I just smiled in response. And a little surprised when we got to the second floor. I think this room is specially resting for him or other employees. But it didn't. Looks like Arisha shared a room with a tenant, who I guessed was an architect. When viewed from a special table that is usually used by architects.

"The room's rented, huh?" I whispered a little.

Arisha grinned and then shook her head, "This building belongs to my brother, only I have bought it even though I still owe it. My brother used to work in Jakarta, but due to being forced to go home with my father, he had to open an architect firm here with me." He closed the room again and rubbed his neck in embarrassment. "We talked on the couch there, didn't you, Mommy?"

I nodded no problem. "I'm everywhere okay, just not in the middle of the road," I replied half-jokingly.

Arisha nodded happily, then pointed at the sofa, allowing me to sit there.

"I'm down, ma'am, there's a buyer. Promise, Ma'am, it won't be long" he said, leaving without letting me answer. "Mas, take my guest! But don't be teased" he yelled a little, even his body had disappeared from my sight.

While I was confused how to. I lyrically the man raised his face and smiled.

"Please sit down, Mother! Relax, don't be afraid. I did not bite," he chuckled, returning to focus on his activities that had been delayed.

Maybe he saw my face, yeah.

So a little awkwardly I walked slowly, headed for the sofa and sat my ass there.

"Risha's win, huh?"

"No. Uh, that means Ms. Arisha is my client. I'm from Khanza Boutique's side, want a discussion about Arisha's wedding dress."

"From the boutique?" the beonya made me nod as a sign of response. "It's good to be here everything."

I just grimaced awkwardly in response.

"Have you been married, Mother?" suddenly tanyanya.

I don't like it. Offended more precisely. What the fuck does this mean. I wonder if I'm married yet. Not very polite.

I smiled cynically then shrugged my shoulders indifferently, "I don't think I have any obligation for your question just now" I replied.

But instead of being offended, the brother of my prospective client actually smiled, showing his dimples that made him look sweet.

Holy hooch! What did I just say?

Ah, okay. I have to admit that this Arisha Brother besides having a good looking look and body is okay. He has a lovely smile. I was even very sure if his smile was able to make normal women instantly captivated in seconds. I did too, because I'm a normal woman. But, after learning of her disrespectful attitude just now, it made me think a thousand times to be enamored with a man like her.

"I just asked you. If if the mother is still single, may my dong listin My mother so it can be Mother-in-law Mbaknya."

I'm dumbfounded. He's kidding me. Goddamnit! Why is this cheek pake heating up everything. The feeling that Kenzo seduced me, I used to. Why am I so nervous now.

"Where, Ma'am? Still open vacancies?"

I rolled my eyes because I was puffed up. Damnit. Why is my day so gini, huh? Seduced by foreign men until wrong behavior gini. If it's rich, who's rude?

Me or him?

"Mas Rey!"

I spontaneously turned to the origin of the voice. And immediately breathed a sigh of relief when she found Arisha standing next to me with both arms folded in front of her chest.

"Communicated can't be stained either. Very stubborn," grumbled Arisha fierce.

The guy called Rey was smirking pretentiously. It made me snort unconsciously.

"It's also a business, Ris. When there are cute girl gini mistreated, later suspected Mas-mu not normal how? Want you?"

Arisha immediately clucked as his first response, "But Mas Rey makes Mbak Aqilla uncomfortable. So guys are not very sensitive. Pantes single," his grunts later.

"Hey! Watch your mouth, young man! Do not mind you already want to be married and can look down on my people as you like yourself, yes. I doain candidate lo escape before ijab qo-"

"MAS REYNAND STEWARDESS!" arisha's yelling made me cover both my ears reflexively.

Holy hooch! Isn't this guy really annoying?

Tbc,

Wekaweka, what a bastard Arisha's mom. That ugly doain makes his own cut. Good luck handsome, so still toolong😂.

Does anyone have Babang or Mamas macem Mamas Rey?😂

Moga2 is not. Amens.

Help correction typo dong. Males ngedit nih😪

See you at next part😙