Love Story of Irene

Of jealousy?

After getting Mr. Pandu's mobile number from Sam's secretary via E-mail sent just now, Irene was about to contact Pandu. He cradled his cell phone, confused about calling or texting.

I'm why the hell. I want to connect gebetan. This heart also used pounding everything. Be aware, he is the master of the eagle-eye Guide, the polar man, the rough man.

Irene cleared her throat in a voice test. He decided to call quickly. Call not answered. How'this? Irene tried to call back.

"Hello."

Finally answered too.

"Hello Mr Pandu, where should I pick you up?" Actually, Irene already knew the address of Pandu's house from the E-mail sent by Sam's secretary earlier. But wouldn't it surprise Mr. Pandu all of a sudden

Irene was in her house.

"Who is this?" Pandu surprised. How could a brave woman say she wanted to pick him up.

"Sorry sir, I'm Irene."

Ah, why is her voice on the phone and talking in person so different.

"You just wait for me at that hotel."

"Good sir."

Pandu is still flabbergasted in his dressing room. Whatisthis? Why was my heart pounding hearing her voice just now.

Irene stared at herself in the glass. "How do I look Citra?"

"Geez mba Irene, this question is already the thousandth and my answer remains the same, PERFEKTO."

Irene before returning home from the office had told Ivone there would be a hotel inauguration event. Ivone deliberately invited Citra to the apartment to help Irene dress up. Good image in this. The opening of the hotel is part of the job, but because outside the office Citra suggested Irene wear plain white bussines dress but looks elegant that the back is longer than the front and black flat shoes in front of her there is a pink ribbon.

The makeup polish this time is more striking than usual because the event is held at night, so as not to look pale as Citra said. Hair is rolled but not too neat, leaving a bangs and a little on the front of both ears. Irene is so beautiful.

Irene got out of the taxi. She stepped her feet while carrying a small handbag in her fingers.

"This hotel is beautiful." Mumbled. Flower boards line the front of the hotel to the left and right of the highway. The front of the hotel is decorated in such a way as to spoil the eye of the beholder. Irene marveled.

Many guests have come. But Irene didn't know any of them. Mr. Pandu also has not shown the trunk of his nose.

"Irene!" Someone waved their hands and walked over to Irene. Irene looked for the origin of the sound.

"Bastian, what are you doing here?" Irene asked uninspired.

"You forgot, I'm also a businessman. Of course they should invite me too. And I'm sure that you will also be present at this event. You're so pretty, Irene." Irene was silent.

"Irene, I don't love Gisel at all. He's the one who keeps coming up and teasing me."

"It's Bastian, I think you're just the past."

"Trust Irene. Do I need to propose to you right now?" Bastian took Irene's hand that wasn't holding the bag.

"You're crazy." Irene pulled out her hand.

"Yes, I'm crazy. I've been crazy about you a long time." Bastian spoke with fury.

"I'm sick of fighting like that."

"Then how can you believe that I love you half-dead?"

Irene didn't care what Bastian said. He was about to step away. But ....

"Master Pandu. You've come?" Irene was shocked not to play seeing Pandu was already beside them. His gaze was the same when Irene first saw Pandu. Deadly glances. Irene trembled a little.

Why was the eagle's eye again?

"It looks like you're talking seriously."

"Yes." Yeah." Bastian

Bastian and Irene answered simultaneously but with different answers.

"Just finish your business first." Pandu is about to step.

"No, Mr. Pandu. I'm coming with you."

Pandu keep going. I don't know why he's burning. When Felix used to say he liked Irene, it wasn't like this. Pandu flicked his finger calling the waiter and picked up a drink, gulping it down. Actually Pandu did not like alcohol but because there was no tea to lower his anger, so what he saw was drunk.

Pandu looked towards Irene looking at him sharply then took another glass and gulped it down.

"Already sir. Enough to drink." Prevent Irene when Pandu wants to take the alcohol again.

"What do you care?"

"Of course I care. You're my boss."

"If I'm not your boss, do you still care?" Pandu throw away face.

He's why the hell.

The guide left leaving Irene who was still sculpting. The host began by reading out the layout of the event.

Cut a boisterous ribbon with the applause of the guests. The owner of the hotel allows his guests to enter the hotel.

All desks prepared have been named or company name. Hotel owners are not just inviting business. Governors and local officials were also invited.

Pandu and Irene sat at a table that read Central Group. Pandu was still annoyed looking at Irene. For some reason he was upset, he didn't know either. Until dinner time.

"Sir, what do you want to eat?"

"I'll take it myself." The guide moved with his upset face.

Irene followed from behind.

After taking each other's food, they returned to the table. Irene watched the contents of Pandu's plate.

"Master, the side dish is spicy. Your stomach won't fit into that food."

"Mr Pandu, can I join you at your table?" Bastian came out of nowhere with his plate.

"Please Mr. Bastian." Pandu is still with his wibawakannya attitude.

Bastian looked at Irene and smiled. But Irene threw away her face. Seeing Bastian staring at Irene like that, Pandu was getting burned. He scoops up the mouth food and chews it. And sure enough, the food was very spicy in his mouth.

"My master told me that food doesn't suit you." Irene thrust her drinking glass into Pandu. Pandu received and drank it because it was spiciness.

"You eat my own." Irene swapped her plate for a Pandu plate. Irene took the vegetable soup and soy sauce to her plate because she had seen what Pandu took.

Bastian was a little confused by their attitude. At the meeting, they looked very cold like they didn't care about each other. And now?

"I'll go first." Pandu got up from his chair after he finished eating even though the food was not finished. He could not bear to see Bastian staring at Irene like that.

"I'm coming with you." Irene shifted her chair.

"No need. Just finish your food."

"Why do you have to sit here?" Irene was angry after Pandu's departure.

"Why? Mr. Pandu just let it go." Bastian relaxed while eating his food.

"But I'm not." Irene resolute.

"Listen Irene, I'll never stop getting you."

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