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Vania growled angrily at the woman in front of her who was reading out her shooting schedule for tomorrow. His manager has foiled his plan to get Tristan tonight because it came at an inopportune time.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did you hear what I said?" asked Fara was caught off guard because from that moment the sharp unsheathed gaze like a samurai was continuously cast on Vania.

"You know, because of your arrival Tristan left before I could drink the drink I had prepared," she sighed in anger.

"You want to frame him?" Fara's eyes squinted suspiciously at Vania who was still displaying a look full of anger.

"It's none of your business."

"Obviously this is my business, your career is currently being good Vania. Don't make a problem that will make what you have been fighting for all this time useless" Fara recalled.

"You forgot who I am, hm?" Vania grinned horribly. "I'm Vania Hermawan, all this time what I want, I will definitely get, both in the right way and playing sneaky," he continued.

Fara nodded lazily, "Yes, and you often play cunningly of course," replied the woman with the two-bladed hair in her heart. Actually, he did not understand why he had to hire an ambitious model like Vania, the woman was very manipulative and often made him a headache with his behavior. Were it not for Vania being the cousin sister of her husband, Fara would have quit this job a long time ago. It's so troublesome taking care of that obsession-filled woman, really.

.... ...

The two men with charming faces were now sitting opposite each other. A cup of coffee was in front of each one, accompanying this seemingly long night.

"How are you?" asked Rafa after putting back the coffee cup that he had sipped its contents.

"As you can see," replied Tristan flatly.

"What is your relationship with Stela?" This question has long been entrenched in Rafa's heart, and now he finally has a chance to solve his curiosity.

Tristan grinned thinly, he will try to heat up the enemies of this school period, the counts of revenge that never reached. Tristan can see clearly if Rafa is interested in Stela and Tristan hates knowing that fact, why should Stela? Why should Rafa? Why should they? Arghhh .. upset him.

"We live together."

Feel it! Tristan laughed in satisfaction, inwardly of course, upon seeing Rafa's shocked face after hearing his reply. Everyone must have thought it strange if two different people lived in one roof, one question that arises must be ...

"What relationship did you have that decided to stay on one roof?"

After trying to overcome her shock, Rafa asked again. He will not be satisfied with Tristan's ambiguous answer just now.

Tristan smiled satisfied to see Rafa's reaction, although the man's character looked calm, but Tristan was sure if the man was currently in a tight heart.

"We-h,"

.......

"WHAT?/WHAT?"

Stela looked down deeper, she had told everything to the two middle-aged in front of her who still looked beautiful and dashing at an age that could not be said to be young anymore. Yes, they are Anthony and Ambar who finally managed to find the beloved princess who fled to the land of a thousand palau . They are currently in a nearby cafe.

"So, now you live with that poker face guy, Darling?" anthony asked to make sure once again that the princess actually lived with the flat-faced man who had been tugging at her daughter's smooth and gentle hand. He really can't believe it.

"Yes Daddy."

"El." Ambar started to open his voice. He grabbed both of Ela's hands and stroked them gently, right on the pair of Ela's wrists that were flushed from the two men's hands.

"Why honey, why did you run away?" ask Ambar affectionately.

"I don't want to be betrothed, Mom. I heard daddy wanted to set me up with his friend's son and I didn't want to. Therefore I chose to run away," explained Stela. Ambar immediately slammed toward the husband, if not for the stupid matchmaking plan, Ela would not have run away from home.

"Baby, you should know that your arranged match is-,"

"No Dad, No. I don't wanna know who is he because I will never accept that arranged marriage ever," break up Ela absolute.

"Mom, tell daddy that I don't want to be betrothed. I was a little Mom and I still wanted to enjoy my teenage years" Stela told her mother.

"Small what? The proof is that you can live alone with a man in one house." Anthony muttered softly and it could still be heard by the two humans there.

"Shut up Anthony, or I will cut your tongue!" hissing Ambar sharp. She had just met Stela who had been missing for so long and Ambar no longer wanted to part with his daughter because of her husband.

"Ok fine, I won't interfere." Anthony gave up, he got up and left his two favorite women.

"Mom, daddy sulking?"

"Just leave that old man, now you're sitting here near mommy! Mommy miss you so much princess."

Stela immediately complied with the mother's request, she sat down at the place where Anthony had been sitting and they embraced next. Hugs miss because they have not seen each other for a long time.

"I miss you too Mommy" said Stela spoiled as she poked her head in the recess of the woman who had given birth to her.

.......

"I'm Auristela father, Anthony Knight." Anthony introduced himself after making a tense atmosphere long enough. Yes, Anthony left his two heirs to meet with the two brutes who had hurt the princess.

"Auristela?" Rafa and Tristan spoke together, there was a tone of wonder in their voices. Who's Auristela?

"I mean Stela, she is my youngest daughter and both of you .. made my angel cry."

GLUPS

Tristan and Rafa gulped nervously. Honestly they were wrong, because the debate had unknowingly left Stela hurt and crying. Really, they didn't mean to.

"I'm sorry for my impudence, sir." Rafa made a sound first.

"I regret that I hurt your daughter, sir." Tristan added it.

Anthony smiled inwardly, it turned out that these two men were not too bad, he thought.

"I've heard it all from Ela, you're Tristan Gautama ..." Anthony looked at Tristan sharply, who was stared at starting to get unusually nervous. "Thank you for being willing to put my daughter in your place. If there is no you might be right now the bad boy is somehow fared like what," he said. Tristan who heard it was so relieved. He thought that the man who was the father status of Stela would scold or even beat him, but it turned out to be just his negative thoughts, thank God.

"No problem Uncle, we should be helping each other" Tristan replied. Bullshit, help each other? he even made Stela a maid in his apartment.

"You're a good man, indeed" Anthony praised as he patted Tristan's broad shoulder.

"Thank you, Uncle."

Tristan then glanced at Rafa, the man who works as a model who grinned with satisfaction, haha.. Heii .. come on, praised in front of his own rival, surely he feels proud.

Rafa screeched softly at Tristan's sickening behavior, it was possible for the man to look face to face in front of his father Stela. Damn indeed.

Anthony looked at Rafa. "You ready my daughter?" ask the blonde guy.

"I'm Rafandra, your daughter's friend, Uncle." Rafa introduced himself.

"Oh I see, where did Ela meet? You're his coworker?" ask Anthony to know.

"We met at the flower shop where Stela worked Uncle, it just so happened that the shop belonged to my sister-in-law" she replied.

"By the way, what's your job," asked Anthony again.

"I'm an Uncle's lawyer."

"That's great, oh yes .. I have a sister-in-law who is currently in need of a lawyer for her company" said Anthony. He then took out a scrap of business card from inside his pocket. "It." He thrust it in front of Rafa. "If you're interested you can call this number, Ari Wijaya. She's the sister of Stela's mommy" continued Anthony.

"Thank you very much, Uncle." Rafa bowed slightly respectfully.

Anthony is back at Tristan. "If you were, what would your job be?" tanyakanya. I don't know for what purpose Anthony asked the two men's work.

Rafa giggles, haha .. a model? What can you be proud of in this profession? Nothing, can only sell handsome.

"I'm a model, Uncle."

Tristan answered confidently. Come on, which woman doesn't like handsome men, but unfortunately Stela's father isn't a woman.

"Oh, model." Anthony's reaction was not as enthusiastic as when Rafa mentioned his work earlier. "Model work doesn't always guarantee our lives going forward, you'd better have a side job than a model." Anthony gave me advice.

"I have a business Uncle, I have several branches of restaurants and also cafes in Jakarta, Bandung and Surabaya," told Tristan. Instead of showing off, there was just something inside Tristan that made him want to look worthy in the eyes of Stela's father.

"Wow, amazing. You are young and have your own business. It's great!" Tristan has been praised twice and it makes him feel like he is flying over clouds. Especially after seeing Rafa's displeased face, double his happiness.

Tristan is aware that the modeling profession will not always guarantee his life in the future, so since he began to pioneer a career into modeling eight years ago, he has started to collect money coffers from the results of his photography which will later be used to build his own business. So it deserves dong if he is proud and complacent.

"If Uncle himself worked as what? Sorry if my question is presumptuous," asked Rafa to shift the topic. In fact he was already completely fed up of seeing Tristan's mocking face being shown to him.

"Never mind's. I am NEET" said Anthony lightly.

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