Married Bad Boy

Persimmons

Azri believes there are so many luxury boutiques scattered throughout the city. However, why of the many boutiques, his family had to choose this boutique to get his wedding clothes? Don't they know that this boutique is a Marleen family-owned boutique? He just wishes Marleen hadn't come here today. He simply took a slow breath and turned his gaze from the Swan Groom & Bridal-shaped board to the inside of the boutique with luxurious decorations.

"Azri, you finally arrived too.“

Azri's first step into the boutique, Aunt Swari's voice already welcomed her. He greets his aunt and a woman he knows is Marleen's older sister ten years.

"Include her is the mistress Miana, the owner of this boutique.“

Azri shook the hand of Miana who did not recognize him because this was indeed the first time they were officially acquainted. The woman smiled with admiration at him. Azri wonders how she would react if she knew she was dating her sister all along.

"So this is your niece, Azri El Pradipta? He's as handsome as he's been rumored."

Miana looked at Azri as a whole with an interested gaze. Azri lowered his head as a form of flattery - etiquette full of pretense. In his heart he clucked lazily while insinuating 'the newborn baby alone knows I am very handsome, there is no need to indulge in it like that'.

Miana's reaction was just one of many similar expressions that Azri often saw from people. It is undeniable that his tall and proportionate body is able to attract many designers until they are happy to design clothes for him, as Marleen did. If he had not rejected the offer to be a model, maybe now he has ventured all over the world as a top model on the catwalk.

"We'll just go straight to the fittings of his clothes. I have some of the best collections that are perfect for you."

Miana guides Azri and Aunt Swari towards the inside of the boutique. They entered a spacious lounge and a luxurious all-round record.

Azri's gaze was immediately fixed on a girl sitting on the sofa with her niece who was nosy half-dead. The girl stood up when she realized her arrival. Her face that was originally decorated with a smile was now completely cold at all. How does he forget that the fitting of the wedding dress is not possible only for the groom? Of course the girl will be there too. He snorted.

Widya could see the change in Azri's expression very clearly. That expression was enough to make him realize that Azri was unhappy with his existence. Azri will never be happy with him. The man had no intention of restraining himself. Therefore Widya also decided not to care.

"Uncle, your face looks like a sour persimmon if it continues to snort like that.“

Zavir's sudden apology left everyone in the room shocked and immediately stared at Azri at the same time. The man looked the most surprised, clearly not accepting that his handsome face was likened to a sour persimmon by a snot boy like him.

"This boy!" His eyes glared at Zavir who was immediately hiding behind Widya's body.

"Zavir, where did you learn those words?!" reprimand Aunt Swari was surprised.

Zavir stared fearfully at his mother and hesitantly turned to look towards Widya. Azri turned her sinister gaze on Widya. "I know you must be the culprit" he hissed viciously. The girl gasped in surprise.

"No, I didn't teach him anything.“

Widya was silent, she realized the possibility of Zavir hearing her grunts as he sent a short message to Bella earlier. He immediately turned his eyes reluctant to see Azri's gaze raining, I don't know what the man will do to him later. Widya could see the anger from her gaze alone.

This girl is really looking for death, Inner Azri.

Azri had to hold back her emotions because three of Miana's assistants entered carrying some clothes that they would try while Widya let out a sigh of relief. He survived this time. Azri suddenly stood nearby and whispered.

"Don't think you can escape. I will make calculations with you" he whispered sharply.

Widya widened her eyes.

"do you think I'm scared?" fierce reply.

Azri is surprised by Widya's bravery that underestimates her threat. He smiled cynically.

"Only weak men dare to threaten women."

Check matt for Azri as he finds himself at a loss for words after hearing a reply spoken calmly, but sharply by Widya.

"Hey!" exclaiming Azri restrained while gripping Widya's hand. He did not want to accept the fact that he lost the debate with Widya.

"If you want to make out after fitting a wedding dress."

The voice from Aunt Swari ripped Azri's anger away. Suddenly he turned his gaze around. He only realized that everyone was paying attention to everything he did. he immediately took off Widya's hand he was holding and then moved away.

Widya sighed in her arms. He subconsciously held his breath as Azri clutched his hand earlier. The reason was not because he was in pain, but because Azri's face was very close to him. From the back it might look as if Azri is kissing her. If Aunt Swari did not interrupt, she may have fainted from not being able to face Azri with an expression more sinister than dracula. Just the beginning he was already feeling cold, what about after he married later?

They tried on the wedding dress without looking at each other. Azri stood in another corner while pecking herself in a large mirror at her height while Widya was trying on her dress inside wearing the dressing room.

"So awesome, as always."

Azri smiled admiring her own appearance in a black tuxedo. His smile did not last long as he saw another figure enter the room from the reflection of the mirror in front of him.

"Marleen."

Azri. He turned to look at the girl who was greeting Miana. Marleen turned her face towards him, instantly her expression immediately sparkled brightly. The girl walked towards him, then hugged him briefly.

"I don't believe it, can meet you here. What are you doing?”

Azri was confused as to what to answer. Finally he chose to be honest because Marleen could definitely guess the reason why he was in a special boutique wedding dress.

"Fitting bridal clothes of course," said Azri relaxed.

There had been a startled glint on Marleen's face, but it didn't last long. A bright smile again adorned her beautiful face.

"I didn't know his day was today.“ Marleen grabbed the bow tie that wrapped around her neck, allowing her a little.

"My brother should have given me his best plan. The marriage of Azri El Pradipta must be spectacular."

Marleen's eyes looked at Azri straight. la sighed because it seemed like this girl was angry. He'll explain to her about this later.

"should."

They both smiled as if the world was their own. Azri realized this was a public place therefore he could do nothing more than stare at Marleen. Moreover, Aunt Swari and little Zavir were watching from afar.

To avoid suspicion, Azri immediately introduces Marleen to her aunt and they can get along immediately within minutes. Look, isn't Marleen the girl who deserves to be his wife? She should have been the one who was trying on the wedding dress with her.

Not a girl named Widya Lovarza Anindita ...

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Because the title, earlier was too long, so I changed 😁