PELLET THE MIDWIFE

Chapter 35. Puspa Embarrassed.

Puspa walked following Satya's steps towards a hotel where Rio's success party was held in the business world.

Rio has managed to become a successful entrepreneur at a young age. He deliberately held a party as an appreciation for himself.

Every now and then Satya glanced at the girl in the Black dress behind him. Wanting to pull Puspa's hand so he walked side by side with her. However, Satya was doubtful. Although Puspa's status is a servant in his house, but the girl also has privacy that he must appreciate.

"It's like my body guard" muttered Satya softly.

Puspa stepped hesitantly into the scope of the association of classy and educated people who are far different from his personal.

"Bro!" Rio was seen waving his hands when he saw Satya.

The man in the ash suit immediately approached. He had been waiting for Satya for a long time.

"Lu stray what? Very long," said Rio regardless of Puspa.

Puspa's different appearance made the man no longer recognize the girl he had met at the mall that time.

"Sorry, the streets are jammed," Satya replied flatly.

"Lu came alone?" ask Rio.

"No, I came with Puspa,"

"Puspa? Your assistant's, where?" rio asked again made Satya feel annoyed at her best friend.

"Hi, Mas. How are you?" Puspa took the initiative to greet Rio first because it seemed Satya had no intention of introducing

himself.

"You, Puspa?" Rio directly approached the girl who was standing right behind Satya.

"Crazy ... You are very beautiful Puspa, it is not wrong that I recommend you," said Rio puzzled with the girl in front of him.

"I mean, Mum. What yes?" ask Puspa. She felt confused, what recommendation did Rio mean?

"Have you talked?" Satya tried to keep Rio away from Puspa lest his servant get entangled by the seduction of the player's predicated man.

" Pamela is there go let me accompany this beautiful servant of yours" Rio whispered in Satya's ear. Satya's goal was to meet Pamela.

Satya still can not forget the woman who had dumped him. Not without reason, Pamela was already so deep in her heart. Either love, or a sense of awe or a dependence.

Pamela is the only person who is there for Satya in the worst days of her life. That is what makes Satya so dependent on him. Even his life became chaotic after the woman's departure.

Before Pamela leaves, Satya is a friendly man who talks a lot. Marni doesn't even bother to joke with him every day. Like a mother with her son.

Like the magic of Pamela's departure turned the man into a cold man who was difficult to communicate with. However, lately without him and the others realizing the nature of satya began to return. Is it because of the presence of Puspa the innocent girl with all her ridiculousness, or because of the return of Pamela? I don't know.

With a feeling of doubt and nervous, Satya approached Pamela who was busy chatting with some of her female friends.

The woman still looks as beautiful as the last time Satya saw her. Her long hair was allowed to unravel covering part of her slender shoulders.

Pamela is the woman of every man. Including Satya.

"Can we talk?" Satya cut off the conversation between the women, but Pamela did not reject it. The two walked away and looked for another empty seat.

Puspa just fell silent in his place standing watching the master approaching the woman of his heart. There was a strange gelenyer in his heart looking at that scene. As a woman who had been hurt she did not accept what Satya did.

"Why does he keep begging for love in the woman who has left him, it is sad," muttered Puspa who was unknowingly heard by Rio.

"You're right, I also think that way," Rio replied to Puspa's words without asking.

"What, Mas?" Puspa wavered, he just realized there was Rio beside him.

"No papa," Rio understood that Puspa was embarrassed by his words.

"You want to stay here, do you want to sit there?" Rio pointed to one of the seats that were reserved for the invited guests.

Surprisingly Rio did not feel uncomfortable with the way Puspa spoke, he thought it was adorable.

Rio guided Puspa to sit on a chair that still looked empty.

"Sit ... I have to go for a minute, you're not papa here?" Rio looked worried about the girl, but he also could not continue to accompany her.

"It's not papa, ma'am."

The view of Puspa can not be separated from Satya, who is now sitting opposite Pamela in one table. I don't know what they were talking about, but from the look on the man's face, Puspa could see the hue of happiness.

"Wait wae, later if you stay again must cry blood," said Puspa annoyed.not only because Satya met Pamela, but the man willingly left her alone there.

"Well, what's the point of me coming? tiwas dandan boisterous koyok artist in grapein koyok ngene," Puspa continued to grumble while drinking a drink that had been served by the waiter on the table.

"Puspa? you're right Puspa, right?" a woman approached the girl who was grumbling.

Puspa stared in disbelief at the woman who was none other than Yasmin.

"True, you're the dangdut biduan. Why is it here? this is not a celebration event you entered wrong or how?" Yasmin's tone was able to ignite the emotions of the woman before her. What's wrong with the dangdut guy? Isn't dangdut the music of Indonesia's pride?

"Who is Yas?" ask the woman next to Yasmin.

"He's a woman who dreams of being Fadli's wife!" yasmin replied loudly.

"Was your rival dong?" chirps the woman who is Yasmin's close friend.

"Crazy for you, it's clear I'm not the same level as him. Just so you know, this girl is a big-ass bitch in her village!"

Yasmin pointed at Puspa right on her face. However, Puspa just kept quiet and smiled cynically. Even though his heart was burning, he had to be able to control himself. Saying Yasmin would only embarrass herself.

Puspa more focused around yasmin, if the woman was present there is it possible that Fadli was also present?

'It can be bad that Fadli is here too' Inner Puspa. Seeing Pamela who is Satya's ex alone she was furious let alone see Fadli her own ex-lover.

Puspa turned to look at Satya and Pamela, they seemed still engrossed in speech. Why did Satya forget she was there? Does Pamela mean so much that she forgets everything?

"Who are you?" Yasmin pushed Puspa's body with her index finger.

"I'm not arguing, Yasmin! So go!" said Puspa while emphasizing the word mbak to mock the woman.

Puspa sat back down and took his eyes off Yasmin, making the woman even more emotionally ignited.

"The village girl doesn't know herself!"

"Yas don't be ashamed!" Gisel yasmin pulled the woman's hand away from there.

"What is a cell? I'm not done with that village girl!"

Yasmin continued to grumble as she followed Gisel towards another table located a bit away from Puspa's desk.

"Sit down! if you want to teach her a lesson you should use an elegant way, don't be tacky!" Gisel gave a sneaky idea. The woman was exactly the same as Yasmin. Equally crafty. It is only natural that they are suitable to be friends.

"You're right too, Cell!" Yasmin began to think of a way to humiliate Puspa.

He was still astonished, how could a village girl like a puspa be there? Does that have anything to do with Puspa's whereabouts at the hotel back then?

Yasmin tried to guess. Puspa was just an ordinary girl who came from the village. How could he be present at the big people's party there. In Yasmin's assumption, Puspa is now a mistress of wealthy businessmen so that he can dress up and dress luxuriously as now.

"Surely the girl peddled herself in the city" Yasmin murmured.

"What do you mean?" gisel asked not to understand.

"Puspa was a dangdut heretic in his village, and after Fadli had dumped him he would no longer sell until he went to the city to sell himself," Yasmin said with confidence.

"Hey! I have an idea!" Gisel whispered in Yasmin's ear and Yasmin immediately grinned. I don't know what the two women are planning.