My Beloved Baby Sitter's

Eps. 89

Since morning the whole house of Jason has been preoccupied with preparing for tonight's wedding reception.

Everyone was prepared to leave immediately for the hotel where the reception was to be held.

Beautiful has taken care of everything, jason secretary is always reliable in any condition.

His loyalty to the late Raymond as well as to Jason is beyond doubt.

That's why it's beautiful and the husband becomes the closest person as well as the trust of Hartono's brothers.

Preparation by contacting all vendors, WO, invitations, dress preparation and MUA for Wulan and his family, area reservations, hotel rooms ahh anyway complete. How amazingly beautiful, the secretary as well as Jason's right hand.

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"Mbak Wulan is very beautiful, later I will also be so yes mbak, uh mas," said Wahyuni while accompanying her brother who was polished by a professional MUA. The soft-boned man, as the city folk used to call a man of his own kind.

His body was clearly a male cut, tall stature slightly more contained, wearing a crisp asymmetrical outfit.

With hair cut like men in general, with in hi-light red color.

But her face was full of make up, smooth skin smoothly swept with make up dewy. Even Wahyuni was amazed at his perfectly curved eyebrows, plus the anti-storm false eyelashes.

The fairy who was called glanced at Wahyuni, immediately then looked up without answering Wahyuni's words that made him arrogant.

How not to be coxed, he is called mas-mas. What abege girl is blind, already dandan as beautiful as the famous singer syahrina of the capital is still also called mas-mas.

But of course it is not the absolute fault of Wahyuni, anyone will be confused to call a human like the lelik man.

Whose hands so smoothly conjured the faces of ordinary women into extraordinary.

Even so, both of his assistants were pure women.

One of them was helping himself, and another was dressing Bu Siti.

This time Wulan's appearance was truly admirable, with modern makeup and wedding dresses.

His long hair made curls at the end, neatly arranged with a beautiful flower headband decoration.

While Jason was waiting in the other room, the man was ready with a matching colored suit with a Wulan dress that the other day they had tried.

The man looked dashing and handsome, with his misty hair slashed neatly back.

A flower was embedded in his pocket.

The event was soon started, it seemed that the invited guests had started to attend.

The pair of MCs that afternoon had begun to prepare, in the corner appeared a group of bands and live music singers to enliven this wedding reception.

The invited guests this time really came from the upper class, almost all important people.

Company officials, local and foreign investors, government officials.

Friends in college Jason used to, of course, almost all of them have metamorphosed into great and successful people.

Wulan was nervous as well as happy, today everyone will know her as Wulandari Hartono.

Everyone will see her as Jason's wife.

A dream he never even imagined.

Everyone looked happy, although some of the guests were still gossiping at the back.

Examine the background of Wulan who was just an ordinary person.

His eyes continued to look for someone, but the figure was never found.

Is it angry and hateful for Hebram to him, so that there is not the least Sudi to be present on his happy day?

Meanwhile, the,

Ibram slammed both hands on the steering wheel.

The narrow-eyed man kept beating the wheel of his car, hoping that something squeezing his chest slightly reduced, but that was all of no help at all.

His eyes were pushy, his face lowered deeply, for a moment his eyes were closed.

Turn back to what he just saw in there.

Seeing her Wulan standing in a beautiful wedding dress, as beautiful as her. Along with that man, Jason Hartono.

With a million joys enveloping both, it is inversely proportional to its present state.

Ibram initially braced himself to be present at Wulan's wedding reception.

Although the feeling in his chest rebelled, Ibram thought maybe this was the way to make Wulan happy last time by giving him a direct congratulations. Eliminating the fort that woke up by itself among them, the fortress called rejection.

His footsteps suddenly faltered, realizing that he could not and would never be able to behave as if he was fine in front of Wulan.

No, the love that was forcibly uprooted still left a bud in his heart that grew more and more like a mushroom in the rainy season.

No matter how hard he tried to forget it was so strong that his love was growing.

And here he is, back in his car.

Which is still parked neatly in the dark parking lot.

With a confused mind and losing direction.

For a moment Ibram still continued to regret his arrival at that place.

Yeah, a wrong decision. Which actually hurt himself.

If Wulan had chosen him, then Wulan's happiness would have been with him.

He would sit there next to Wulan, clasping tightly to Wulan's hand with a beautiful smile wrapped in a wedding dress.

But why is god's fate this cruel to him.

Ibram couldn't stay there much longer, he had to leave immediately.

I don't know where, which obviously went as far away from that place as possible.

Throw away his dreams and dreams about Wulan, even though it is impossible that Ibram wants to throw away his love for her.

His mind grew increasingly confused, Ibram drove his vehicle at high speed.

His brain was no longer able to think clearly, the streets of the capital were still choked at a time not so late at night.

Ibram honks many times like a madman.

Arguing everyone who stood in his way, made the other street user irritated by the man's behavior, the man who was usually a cheap smile and very unpretentious.

I don't know where the loving and kind figure went tonight.

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