Naughty Girl Owns Hot Daddy

Chapter 94

"Icha baby!!!" yelled Erika who had just arrived and immediately approached the couple.

"Erika," said Fattan, shaming his wife for controlling his attitude when he met her best friend.

"Mr Marcello's invited guests aren't ordinary people, honey. So hold on a little bit of your explosive attitude" whispered Fattan beside Erika's ear.

Erika did not answer her husband's words, she simply bent her face while looking at the man.

"Well, dear Erika! Thanks for coming!" marissa said as she spread out both hands, welcoming the arrival of her best friend.

"Yes, my dear Icha. I can't make it to my best friend's wedding day, all right? While you yourself are willing to come to my place, even though our distance is quite far," replied Erika as she returned Marissa's embrace and then handed a gift to her best friend.

Marissa's eyes rounded as she stared at the gift. "What'sthis? Don't tell me you give me lingerie too, yeah," Marissa asked.

"No, but it's more terrible!" the answer.

"What?" Marissa is getting curious.

"Traditional banquet from Mak-in-law to be strong all night!" chirps Erika who then chuckled after.

"Hhhh! You are this."

"Darling," said Fattan again. The man grabbed Erika's arm and hugged her.

"Yes, yes, I'm sorry."

"Already, Fattan. They are like that" said Marcello, smiling warmly to welcome the man.

"Congratulations again, Mr. Marcello."

"Thank you very much" he said.

After a short conversation, they began taking pictures there.

Meanwhile.

Bi Ani looks so beautiful with a graceful, silver-colored kebaya. Same with the color of the wedding dress that is being worn by Marissa. A beautiful 38-year-old woman was sitting in one of the seats for invited guests, enjoying her favorite fruit juice.

When he got up and brought the drink with him, he accidentally hit the large body of one of Mr. Marcello's invited guests. The glass of fruit juice in his hand spilled and hit the man's suit.

Brugc!

"Ah, forgive me, sir. I was not on purpose" Bi Ani said in a panic.

He grabbed the tissue on the table and wanted to clean the stain on the man's suit.

"Ah, it's okay, really. This can still be cleaned," said the man as he watched Bi Ani's beautiful face carefully.

Slowly Bi Ani raised her head and looked up at the man. His eyes were perfectly rounded after realizing who the man standing before him was.

"Master Abraham?!"

"Dian?!"

Scream them together.

"Dian, it's you, isn't it?!" asked the man while holding onto Bu Ani's hand tightly so that the woman could not avoid him.

"Take me off, sir! Everyone is looking at us" Bi Ani said.

The man looked around and what Bi Ani said was true. Mister Abraham and Bi Ani became a spectacle by the people beside them.

"Come here, follow me!"

Mr. Abraham forcibly pulled Bi Ani's hand and led her to a place far away from the party crowd. Marcello watched the two men from where he stood.

"Dian .. and Riyadh? What are they doing? Do they know each other?" muttered.

"What's up, Dad?" ask Marissa.

"It's nothing" said Marcello, smiling warmly at his wife.

Marcello glanced at Joe who was standing not far from him. He gestured for his assistant to come closer. Joe so memorized the signal from Marcello and immediately approached the Big Boss.

"What's up, Mister?" ask Joe.

"Try you to investigate what Dian and Riyadh are doing in that empty room!" Marcello pointed to a room, where Riyadh took Dian with him.

"Try listening to what they're talking about. I suspect, lest the one Dian calls Mr. Abraham is Riyadh, my best friend."

"Good, Sir."

Joe rushes to the place Marcello was referring to and begins to copy what the two men were doing.

"What, anyway?!" ask Marissa who is getting curious.

"It's nothing, honey. I was just thirsty and asked Joe to get me a drink" he said.

Meanwhile.

"Zaid, where's your Papa? Why until now he has not even seen the trunk of his nose? Didn't he say he just wanted to pick up his phone that was left behind in the car?" murmured Ismika to her only child, Zaid Hanif Abraham, a handsome man aged 21 years.

When his mother spoke, Zaid watched Marissa from her seat. The eagle eyes of the man did not even blink at all when staring at the bride who was still welcoming the invited guests.

"Zayd?!" reprimanded the mother who was upset because her words were not written by the young man.

"Ehm, at most also chat with one of his business partners," he replied indifferently.

Ismika turned to Zaid to find out what was being noticed by her son and finally he smiled after knowing who was being noticed by the young man.

"Forgot it! She already belonged to Mr. Marcello" teased Ismika as she patted Zaid on the shoulder.

"Well, what a pity! Mr. Marcello is old. More suitable to be her father than to be her husband" Zaid grumbled with a wry smile.

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Well, hayooo .. has it all revealed, right! 😂😂😂