My beloved, the Princess

Ep. 18

Gradually despite not being able to speak long enough and often get rejected, Dhea still persistently pursued back Sabian's love. However, one day he was no step faster than a girl of British-Indonesian descent, Ayodhya.

The name is quite often heard up to the wormhole. Whether good or bad things the name has been stuck and pollute the entire school. It had even been known to the general public that the girl was the perfect queen belonging to the Golden Emperor.

Dhea is jealous. Apart from the noble family, Ayodhya is also a student with a prestigious title in school, and most surprisingly he had heard from Nadia that Sabian was also chasing after the girl.

He does not feel inferior, he will try 1000 times harder than any girl. He was sure that one day there would be a time when he would be able to reunite with Sabian.

The End of Flashback..

"Dhea! Dhea!"

Dhea woke up from her daydream when her coworker shook her body slowly. He just looked at his friend in silence. "Sorry." Regretfully.

"Stupid! Quick in! You want to make our VVIP guests wait and then rampage furiously?!" Oceh the GM is angry.

Dhea hurriedly fixed her waitress shirt and then pushed the trolley into a room with the number VVIP 271.

"Excuse me!" His words then serve the food he brought before the guests he had not seen.

"Dhea?!"

Dhea raised her face when she heard someone call her name. He was surprised because that person was Nadia Madana.

"For a long time no see." Saying pleasantries. Dhea just nodded badly. He then swept a glance at his guests tonight.

Goggled. This terrible fate came in the real world. He saw Ayodhya with his family eating together with the Kusumawidjaja family. He even saw Sabian sitting comfortably with his girlfriend.

Dhea looked down, she knew there was no hope. However, as hard as he tried to let go, his heart was so desirous. Not wanting to get crazy, he bent down to get out of the room.

"Why don't you sit down and join us?"

An unexpected voice stopped his steps. Dhea turned around, and found Kinar looking at her.

"Sit down! Nadia's friend is Ayodhya's friend too." Said.

Dhea looked around. He did not get significant attention, Kusumawidjaja family did not even look at him and was busy with his food. He then turned to Nadia who was smiling mockingly at him. And the last look he looked at Sabian who chose to look at Ayodhya who was eating food with grace.

Shameless and shy, Dhea just sat down and joined the elite people. He even made a little attention by pulling the chair a bit rough.

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The dinner is over. The entire table that was clean after being tidied up has now changed the menu with a variety of luxurious deserts with a beautiful look.

"When will the wedding take place?" Ask Mrs Kusumawidjaja to the candidate besan. Dhea who heard that almost choked on the grapes she bit.

Be married? Is that how far along their relationship is?? His mind started to get nervous.

"2 months from now. I have matched Ayodhya's birth date with Sabian's. And the British Empire suggested July 10th as the day of blessing." Answer the Kinar explained.

"And for the reception, we chose July 23 to coincide with Sabian's birthday as her 24th birthday gift." Add another Kinar.

Sabian's mother and father seemed to agree. They didn't even protest. Making Dhea smile miris, still fresh in his memory first how the arrogant Mr. Kusumawidjaja kicked her out and insulted her for daring to dream of becoming a Young Madam Kusumawidjaja.

"Nadia, it's your job to prepare your best plans for pre-wedding events, blessings, and recipes." Myself Mentioned. Radyakaya to Nadia.

"Aunt Kinar need not worry. I've prepared some samples of my best plans." Nadia then pulled out a book that contained all her fancy dress designs.

"Ayodhya, look and choose what you like." Nadia gave her book.

Ayodhya accepted it, and then opened the first page and searched the whole book. "I want everything." He said he closed the book in an instant.

Nadia was offended, not pulling at her plan. Ayodhya didn't even see him for much longer than the dish he ate.

"Didn't you like my design?" He pretended to be disappointed.

Ayodhya glanced at the small. "I'll see the details later. Just send it to my office address." The answer.

"Oh, yeah! For the design of the groom's shirt I will choose the designer myself. I don't like my being touched by another woman." Added.

Nadia smiled at the rejection. "No problem." Said.

Seriate...