
The baby who was sleeping on his lap, not forgetting the small glasses to cover his eyes from the sunlight looks so adorable at this time. Akhtar who was enjoying the morning sunlight seemed to enjoy it so much by continuing to close his eyes.
"Hey, Papa's hotshot why sleep continues anyway. Wake up dong, Papa wants to go to work here" God continues to kiss Akhtar's cheek that has been seen to contain it.
"She was like Mas" Diandra continued to look at the God who was dressed neatly and well in the eyes.
"You're talking about her son but her eyes keep looking at me. Wh why?? A handsome guy, huh??" God is so narcissistic in the presence of his wife.
"If that's what I've admitted long ago that you are handsome" Diandra did not dodge, it's true that way.
"Yes, handsome-faced demon you said. Aye right??" The god pinched Diandra's cheek with anxiety.
Diandra who wants a sudden protest must be stopped because of the arrival of Niko.
"Master, there's news I have to tell you" Niko came over with her anxious face.
"What is Nik??" The god stood before Niko.
Niko handed over her phone, there are already some photos that make the world of entertainment scene from yesterday.
"What's up??" Diandra saw the change in the face of God became curious.
The god then showed what was the source of his shock to Diandra.
Inside Niko's phone was a picture of her and Dewa holding Akhtar out of the hospital. There was also a time when they were at the baby supply store a few days ago.
"Who would dare to do this??" Hisis God.
"They're just ordinary people who accidentally saw the Master and Madam both. They also uploaded it because from a few months ago netizens continued to search for the whereabouts of Madam who suddenly disappeared. I've been investigating him sir" explained Niko.
Diandra continued to look at the comment column of the photo. There were a lot of negative responses from people there. One of them is the cause of the disappearance of diandra 9 this month is because of pregnancy first.
The god took Niko's phone from Diandra's hand again because his wife was immediately seen sad.
"How is this Mas?? We should have a press conference soon. Otherwise, your company will be affected badly. They keep spreading the news untrue. They've even concluded the no-no about us"
It's not his reputation as a celebrity that Diabg is worried about. Except the safety of the company of Gods. After all, Diandra also no longer wanted to be a celebrity, so for what he was afraid his career would be destroyed.
"Not necessarily dear, Mas has his own plan to refute it"
"What is Mas??" It was clearly a worry on Diandra's face at the moment.
"Let's tell you, now Mas work first yes. You're fine at home. Don't think about it" God's hand was outstretched at Diandra.
Now kissing the hand of God before leaving for work has become a habit for Diandra.
Do not forget the God gave a kiss on the forehead of the two people he loved it.
"Be careful, my man"
"Yes dear"
How can Diandra not worry about the gossip that is circulating widely out there. Of course his mind kept on going on all that.
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"The next time the people will come" said Papa Rayan to Tara who was getting tired of waiting. Tara doesn't like people who can't be on time. Especially after this there is an appointment with someone who will be a photographer when shooting later.
"Areally who the hell is Pa??" Tara was curious because her father had not told her who it was, not even her name.
"Later to know yourself. That's the guy"
Tara follows Papa Rayan who stands to welcome the arrival of the model known to her Papa.
Degs...
Tara had already thrown her face aside not wanting to see that person.
"Sorry Mr. Rayan, my car suddenly broke down"
"You take it easy, I haven't been too long. Oh yes, this is my son"
Inevitably Tara finally saw the person standing on her side.
"Tara??" Since then, he has only been watching Papa Rayan. Not even a glance at the woman who turned out to know him.
"Do you know each other??" Papa Rayan looks sumringah.
"Yes Sir"
"No Pa" they answered simultaneously.
"Tara, he's Bryan. Model who was once a BA in Papa's office"
Bryan frowned because Tara said she didn't know him.
"I'm Tara, Mr. Rayan's son"
Tara stretched out her hand completely as if she did not know Bryan.
While the man still continued to look at Tara in confusion, his hand still welcomed Tara's hand.
"Bryan's"
"Come sit down please"
Papa Rayan suggested eating lunch first before explaining Papa Rayan's intention to invite Bryan to meet his son at the restaurant.
"So like this, son Bryan, my real intention to meet you here is to introduce my son to you. Because Tara is in need of a model who can promote her brand"
Bryan looked at Tara who was stirring her drink. Like not interested in what his father was saying to Bryan.
"Brand has Tara??" Bryan asked a little confused, because he did not know that Tara had a brand of her own.
"Yes, it's not big yet but it's quite famous among young people" Bryan nodded his head.
"What can I do for you sir??"
"It's better that Tara will explain in more detail the same as you. I hope you can help my son" Papa Rayan said kindly.
Of course Bryan would never refuse anything Papa Rayan asked for. Because thanks to his help first, finally Bryan can become a famous model like now.
"Sorry Pa, Tara can't make Bryan as a model for Brand Tara deh Pa. Earlier sorry yes Bryan" Tara still continues to ignore Bryan so that the handsome man continues to frown at the behavior of Tara.
"Why indeed??" Bryan asked Tara.
"Sorry Bryan, it seems like a meaningless person like me can't afford to pay you given your already good career" Tara said in a glance at Bryan's innuendo.
"Well Tara I'll follow your play" Bryan smiled obliquely.
"Not think about it Tara. Because Mr. Rayan is someone I really respect. So no matter how much you pay me, I'll take it. Not even pay lun I'm willing" Tara immediately turned sour hearing a reply from Bryan.
Papa Rayan smiled happily. He knew that Bryan was indeed a person he could rely on to help his daughter.
"So when can the shoot be done??" Bryan increasingly challenged Tara who kept looking at him sharply.
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