My Choice of Woman

Episode 121

Sorry this story has a little adult elements. The author recommends that readers be 18 years of age or older. May the reader be wise in responding to it.

Happy imagination

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The journey to the engagement party of the owner of a well-known retail company takes about 40 minutes. Naresh also knew his sister's car and his wife had arrived first. He deliberately left late, because he did not want to rush. This was just an ordinary invitation, he said.

Naresh had not yet gotten out of the car, moreover Kinant who was still wringing tightly around the small bag he was carrying. He was still scared and nervous. Naresh certainly knew this, the girl sitting next to him was feeling uneasy. More precisely he had never been to such a small party.

Naresh's large hand gently stroked Kinanti's hand as she squeezed her bag. “Have no fear, there I am here.” Naresh smiled as if giving good energy to the girl.

Kinanti sat deep. “I haven't memorized the guidebook that Brother gave me.”

“Kinan, look at me!” Naresh's sharp eyes hit Kinanti's beautiful eyes. “ You don't have to be someone else, be yourself.” Naresh's finger touched the tip of the girl's nose to the surprise.

You're a good man, Brother Naresh.

“Come down soon, Darling.”

“Hah?!” Kinanti confirmed the last word that Naresh had just spoken.

“Ekhm! I mean, get down, Miss.” Naresh made a coughing tone in order to cover the frontal of his tongue that is not synchronized with his mind path.

Kinanti just smiled. He did not hear it wrong.

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Festive party atmosphere. Guests are arriving more than the closest friends of the retail company's owners. Everyone here has a high social status. A lot of men with different body sizes wear tuxedos and a few of them wear black cloth pants, a white shirt and a black vest with a bow tie are seen standing guard in every corner of the magnificent party room. They also carry trays containing food and drinks.

There was an interesting sight of him among the guests dancing with his partner. Mr and Mrs Fernando are not doing as they should. They just sit. Mr Fernando is in a special wheelchair while Mrs Fernado sits next to him with a glass filled with sweet fresh yellow water. He stared enviously at the other conglomerate couples who were dancing, swaying his body with a bright face. He could only sit as a spectator. In her deepest heart, she also wanted to be like any other couple who could dance with the perfect lover.

Uninspiring

Mrs Fernando put the glass filled with fresh yellow sweet water on the table. He got up from his seat to go somewhere. But before leaving, her left hand was being gripped by her husband.

“Where do you go?”

“I want to go to the restroom, should you come?” Lady Fernando looked down at her husband.

“Then be so careful, come back soon.” Mr. Fernando let go of the grip of his hand, let his wife go.

Mrs Fernando's lie has begun, she will not go to a place called the small room as small as ever want to loosen her bladder. He was tired of the sight before him. This makes her reluctant to attend a joyous party with her husband.

Is he worthy to be my husband? Even walking is very difficult. Mrs Fernando cursing in the day. Today his feelings are not good because they have to bear disgrace. The reason why he does not like to hang out with socialite women is because he does not want to intersect with the disgrace of having an imperfect husband.

This party is held on the third floor of the most luxurious and expensive hotel building. He was just sitting in a corridor chair whose view might be much better. Mrs Fernando opened her tote bag from a well-known brand, she was looking for something to calm her down. During these few days, he tried to smoke, sip the distinctive taste of tobacco and exhale its smoke into the air. Lucky in the corridor it was quiet so he was free to suck the twine of this tobacco.

The flames that burned bit by bit of paper and tobacco left residues of ash splattered around his feet. He must be careful when smoking cigarettes, because the fallen butts still contain embers that can damage the dress he wears.

“Why can't I make my own destiny?” mrs Fernando asked as she exhaled cigarette smoke from her mouth that jingled red.

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“It looks like this crowd is not suitable for me,” guman Kinanti ogled. He could not dance even though Naresh still insisted on taking him to the dance floor. Finally he decided to get out of this building looking for a fresh breeze.

Naresh, who was dancing with his fat mother, saw Kinanti leave the party. Is he mad that I danced with this mother? I better take him.

Naresh bowed his body to end this dance. “Sorry Madam, next time we reconnect this dance. There are things that are very important and must be resolved now. So I beg you to resign,” the door is polite.

The fat mother laughed, she was already half a century old plus she was the wife of the retail owner who was having this party. Of course, Naresh had obtained permission from his owner to take this mother dancing.

“You are so sweet, thank you for dancing with me Yori.”

Naresh smiled, he immediately took a right back stance ready to pursue Kinanti who he thought was burning with jealous flames. “The woman's heart is unique yes, not spoken but the feeling of jealousy felt until my sight. Even you pulled me with your ego leaving this party. Just make it clear that you don't want me to share it with anyone, Kinan.”

Naresh managed to catch up to Kinanti who was standing in the hotel's flower garden. The wind ran without permission to play the skirt with the girl's hair. How outrageous. “Why did you leave the party?”

“It looks much more beautiful looking star appeal party it.” Naresh pulled Kinnati's hand to sit on the black garden chair that was located sweetly near the tall towering palm tree.

“We are sitting here,” said the man while unbuttoning his suit and releasing it to cover Kinanti's legs so that her skirt was not exposed by the wind that was blowing a little hard.

“Kak Naresh did not continue dancing with the mother?” ask Kinanti.

Naresh laughed revealing a neatly arranged row of white teeth. “Are you jealous?”

The question that struck his heart a little. “I'm not jealous! Says who?!” Kinanti tried to defend herself from the statement the man had just attached to her.

“Say you don't want me to be with another woman.” Naresh became more and more, he can now see the lips of Kinanti that conical forward a few inches.

“I won't be jealous or angry!” kinanti replied with a facial expression that showed that she was upset with the creature beside her now. “After all who am I to be angry at will? Are you not your own authority.”

For a moment Naresh was silent, it was true what Kinanti said that he did not have an intertwined and twisted bond. He knew the shock that had enveloped the girl's heart. He was well aware, the bond was not yet officially tied because the age of Kinanti is still relatively young who is still burning for a career search.

“Let me be the filler of your heart.”

Kinanti turned towards Naresh, he was not ill at the auditory part of his senses. But the sentence that has just been spoken seems to be able to burst into the body until his mind is confused because of nervousness.

“I have harbored this for a long time,” continued Naresh.

“Since when is Kak?”

Naresh slid his palm wrapping Kinanti's small hand. “Since our meeting in front of home Adnan.”

Kinanti was only stunned to hear the deep narration of the man's feelings towards her. Either he must be happy to accept the reality that is in line with his feelings, or must be sad when a poor girl turns out to have the allure to bind the Young Master who is rich.

“Is this real? I mean, why did you choose me? Isn't it out there a lot of women lining up waiting to date you?”

The question seems to deny the fact that Kinanti also has the same taste. Naresh still did not understand how the girl thought so far in fear of insults that were not necessarily the case. Naresh, the guy who doesn't like rejection.

“If I've chosen you, let me try to take your heart no matter what.”

Without Kinanti's consent, Naresh's two hands held the girl's face and immediately landed his lips right on Kinanti's lips. Mouth with Naresh who became dominant in that sweet moment. He so gently played the lips of the main character. Kinanti could not resist that sweet kiss.

Two human children late in a star-studded night without moonlight.

***

“Improper views I saw,” mutter Lady Fernando who saw her sister-in-law making out with maid escort. They look very real on the third floor of this building.

He does not burn with such activities, even impressed no matter what they are doing. He just wants to be treated the same as a wife with a normal husband in general.

“Why destiny is so cruel doesn't even give me a chance to have a better life.”

Mrs Fernando smoked her last cigarette and threw it just three inches away to the floor, then stepped on it until the small fire that was still burning was extinguished. He had to get away from that place before the scenery turned back into something unusual.

As she was about to return, the Great Mistress rearranged her makeup and occasionally smeared the powder she took from the tote bag. He walked while preening, after it felt fit, Mrs Fernando put the powder back into the bag until she hit someone.

Now the man who hit it pushed Mrs Fernando's body to the edge of one side of the hotel wall. He is a man whose face is very familiar by Mrs Fernando.They fight face to face with a view that seems like a killer who thirsts for prey.

“We meet again, Anneline ..” said the man wearing a dark blue tuxedo.

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