Port of Love Sang Casanova

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"Don't talk about the woman my mother introduced. We can have a drink together sometime, decide where we will gather. You can call me later," he said, smiling at his three friends.

"Okey tell me too, it seems I have to leave immediately," said Vino then snatched the car keys on the table.

"Okey, I'll let you know later" Delon said.

"I go first" Vino shook hands with his three best friends and sauntered away.

Delon and Nico following the departure of Vino now live Radit alone. He leaned back in his chair and looked at the ceiling of his room and closed his eyes.

Amara, the shadow slipped into his mind. Deep regret haunted his brain, why did he not find the existence of the beautiful woman at that time? Why can't he get that woman? Why was he not given a chance by God to express his feelings? Why were they reunited when the woman had become her sister-in-law?

Radit ruffled his hair rough. Women seem to be the cause of problems in their lives. Radit clenched his hand and at the same time, his nether looked towards Mira who was chatting with Zifana. Radit turned his face away.

"What else will the woman do with her life? Not content to interfere in all his affairs? Not content to ruin his life?" lirih Radit's.

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"Tante, Zifana has to stay away. Next time will be here again" he said by kissing Mira's right cheek and left cheek.

"Main to the house, the door of the house is wide open for you," said Mira and nod by Zifana.

Zifana waltzed away, she smiled happily when she saw her papa car in front of her.

Zhein Raharja Winata Sinatria, a successful businessman in his field with a myriad of achievements that almost parallel the MRD group. Zhein has one daughter and one son who has the same skills as him, his daughter is named Zifana Manda Sinatria and also Mario Gino Sinatria, his proud son.

The middle-aged man stood next to the car and spread his arms to welcome his beloved daughter. He frowned. In fact, Zifana refused to go to the MRD group. Then, how could his daughter smile like this?

"What makes you happy? What's the old CEO of MRD group like you think?" seductive father.

"No Pa, even it looks like Zifana fell in love with him at first sight." Zifana. Mr. Zhein chuckled.

"What does it want?" ask Papa. Zifana looked shaken.

"Help Zifana to conquer her, pa." said Gino who was in the car.

Zhein chuckled amusedly. The late Handika was so handsome, he was sure his son was no different from him

"Well, papa will help, Zifana," said his father then took the phone in his pocket.

"Pa. I'm kidding," she said.

"You shut up girl" said Gino again.

"Hello, my best friend, I heard that you will be working with the MRD group. Can we work together and benefit each other?" ask Zhein with a smile. Zifana was just listening to her papa talk. Actually he hesitated, but I don't know.

"What can I do to help?" ask for voices in the room.

"Apply one condition for your cooperation to be established, and the conditions you propose that will be my coffers" he said, looking at his daughter.

"What conditions do you want, my friend?" ask the voice again.

"Give them the terms of marriage if you want to cooperate with them" said Zhein.

"That's fine. You know, Zifana really likes the CEO of MRD group, maybe only in this way I can ask Mira to marry them," Zhein said, Zifana seemed to smile. His mind drifts away, imagining happiness with Radit, aish obsession or really falling in love?

"Okey, I'll apply for that condition. But, don't forget to give me the benefit that you promised me, my friend," said a voice in the midst of his laughter.

"Don't worry, I'll transfer it immediately" Zhein said, then hung up his phone. Gino and Zhein looked at each other, both smiling happily.

"Good pa" said Gino quietly and was embraced by his father.

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At a well-known boutique that read SheyNa Bontique, Nada was preparing some designs that will be taken for a meeting together with the company leader who entrusts services to her for the manufacture of party clothes. Clothes used for corporate birthday events.

Tone repeatedly noticed some of the documents that were in the storage file on his monitor.

"How's Sifa? Does my design look beautiful this time?" tanya Nada while holding her temple, massaging it slowly and leaning her tired body on her swivel chair.

Sifa observed the design of her superior and gave her thumbs up to Nada, making a smile that added to the beauty of the hijab-wearing woman. The dimples on both of her cheeks added a beautiful impression on her face.

"One hundred for Miss Tone" Sifa said with a smile.

Tone feels happy. He took the file and put it in the bag. Tone rose from his seat then gazed towards Sifa.

"Okey, now we should go to Sifa. Bismilah, hopefully we can introduce our Products well and well received anyway," hope Nada and adored by Sifa.

The two beautiful women walked down the corridor and headed to the parking lot. They will meet Mr. Pradikta at a classic-style fine dining house not far from the boutique.

A few minutes passed and Nada arrived at the restaurant. Tone sat quietly while enjoying the guava juice on the table. His mind floated up not knowing what he was thinking. Occasionally his hand stirred the juice with the straw in the glass. Her net glanced at the clock that was coiled in her hand, the clock showing at two more than thirty minutes. Tone took a long breath.

"Do I need to contact the father of the pradikta, Mom?" ask Sifa who saw Nada was getting bored while waiting for the arrival of the client who agreed to come at two o'clock.

"No need Sifa, we just wait a moment longer," said Nada relaxed.

"Is this what you call punctual?" gerutu Tone .

Nadaa let out a long sigh relieving the uneasiness in her heart.

"Good day Miss Nada, Miss Sifa!" greet the man who suddenly stood in front of Nada while extending his hand.

Nada and Sifa looked up and stood up, then clenched their palms together in front of their chests to welcome the arrival of the person in front of them.

"Good day sir, please sit down Sir! Say Sifa politely.

"Thank you Miss," said the man politely as well.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity that this morning had to be late Mr. Pradikta," said Nada, apparently he deliberately pressed the word late in his sentence. The man smiled faintly even his smile was invisible. The cold face with the grin was simply speechless then looked at Nada at a glance.

"Sorry Miss, I will be the secretary of the private Young Master Pradikta," the man introduced himself. Tone of surprise, he was unable to hide his embarrassment either.

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