Married by Promise

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The fatigue and tiredness of the entire limb made the beautiful woman whose hair was a little blonde with a little rough drop her body on the sofa. For a moment his flickering and white hand seared at his dizzy temple. The breath that was released by him indicated that he was really very tired. It was as if his entire limbs wanted to fall off one by one. Until a moment later there was a voice of a woman who called him half-screaming, suddenly making his gaze distorted.

"Miss Olivia." Leah's voice as she walked closer to Olif who was still twitching her head. His frozen hand held tightly to some of the files already covered by the pink map.

"Miss, you should immediately go get ready in a moment you should shoot a photo. Perias is waiting for you in the dressing room." said Leah

As Olif's eyes were perfectly rounded he felt like he could not believe what he had just heard. Shoot again, Oh now. It was only a moment when he came out of the fatigue of journalists and photographers who constantly forced him to stand up and ask questions that were unclear. he even just took a break for a moment to treat his tiredness that had been two hours more standing still himself let everyone take pictures and now he was told to shoot again.

It seems that now Olif also wants to decide to stop being a bridal model. Working in an office tenfold is much better than being a model so exhausting as this. Although in the office must take care of his brain and mind but at least not to get tired like this.

Apparently being a top papa model is not as easy as he saw on tv. If you can repeat the time, Olif chose to turn back a few days ago. Which he offers himself to help Justin. If that happens Olif will close his mouth tightly so as not to speak just as long as to accept the offer.

"Miss Olivia" said Leah who realized earlier staring at Olif just silently staring blankly. Leah slightly nudged Olif's arm to keep the model woman awake from her daydream.

"Ahhh yes, I will be in the changing room soon." said Olif who suddenly rose from bed with a forced smile and without waiting for him again he immediately stepped away from the dressing room.

*****

"Wouldn't there be another dress, I wouldn't play this dress, it looks so sexy." protested Olif was not happy with the dress that had been prepared for her. A dress that would show his entire back if he had worn that dress.

"But your Miss should keep wearing this dress. This has been ordered from Mr--as the president director of the Grammy international company.

International companies are one of the largest branches of Group Modeling companies. Companies that have just been inaugurated as a model company as well as marketing the best products in this city, really need a famous model like Olif. The pak--sudan chief director paid a fortune for it so that Olif could become the main star model in his company.

"I don't want to." Olif still remains on his feet.

"Miss if you wear another dress I can be scolded. Please just wear this dress in my opinion is not too sexy." persuaded Leah.

"Did you say not sexy? your eye. Here's what this is, why it's like this." point by the back of the dress.

"Miss."

"No, don't constantly force me to wear it, otherwise I'll just go home." sizzled Olif in a threatening tone as she placed the dress she realized she was holding in place.

*****

"Where are you going...??" one of the tall athletic men confronted Varrel and Viki not when they wanted to pass the red circle that had been set so that no one entered or just passed through it.

Sontak Varrel raised his head a little because he was taller than him. "I want to go in." Varrel emphasized his words.

"No way, no one can get in here without the permission of our boss." asserted the tall man.

"Miss Olivia.... Miss Olivia.." the sound of a loud call made all pairs of eyes instantly distorted, likewise with Viki and also Varrel to the two beads of male eyes with an Asian face was a glance at the person who mumbled, glancing at the man, namu a few seconds later their gaze suddenly shifted to a person he knew was running with all his strength to get out of the building.

"Olif." the two men's eyes did not blink a surprised crotch.

"Capture him" cried Leah from behind with several other servants chasing after Olif.

Just contact what happened to make the journalists and photo-takers will not miss the rare incident, they immediately prepare their phones to record the chase action.

"So step aside." said Olif in a loud tone while hinting with both hands at everyone who was huddling to get out of the way. But instead of stepping aside they stopped Olif stopping the woman's steps, after which they swiftly held Olif's hand so as not to run away.

"Hey, what are you doing, let me go. I don't want to wear that sexy shirt. Quickly release." disis Olif tried his hardest to release his hand was already in the lock but his efforts were in vain his strength was not comparable to the man who had locked his hand.

Varrel's eyes were perfectly rounded instantly, in a split second of flushing holding back the paled anger, his blood flow instantly seething like hot lava.

"How dare you touch my woman." Varrel rushed to pull the hair of the man who had dared to touch his wife and hit the jaw of his face so strongly, that in one blow alone he pushed the man to the floor and bleed in his mouth.

"I will not forgive you." Varrel very blindly did not give any mercy continuing towards the man who had dared to touch his wife.

Viki who saw for a moment could not say anything more, he said, he had no choice but to help his best friend especially now Varrel is being blocked by the many bodyguards that are deliberately prepared to maintain security.

Dupfp... Without Varrel realizing his face was getting a very hard blow from one of the bodyguards to make him displaced back fell right at the foot of Olif.

His life that just flowed fresh blood and sparkling eyes stared at the woman he had longed for. "Refr..."

"Mas Varrel." Olif seemed surprised not to play her tongue so rigidly mention the name of her own husband.

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