
Seventeen years later....
Hair stripped, wearing the sunglasses of a girl getting out of the car. She looks so beautiful and charming. On his left, the middle-aged man who still looked handsome and dignified.
Yes, today Raisa works in the inheritance office of her great-grandfather. The entire employee lowered his head slightly in respect.
"You're one room with Papa" Devan said. They both arrived at the workspace.
"Why the hell is one room, Pa?" his protest.
"Let Papa keep an eye on your performance" Devan replied.
"Ih, how can Raisa be free if one room with Papa," he lamented.
"Then you're at home with Mama" Devan said.
Raisa is blinking her lips.
"Today there's a photo shoot, we're going to the studio!" bring Devan.
"Yes, Pa."
Raisa and Devan walk into the studio, this morning is the last day Celine becomes Arta Fashion's brand ambassador.
This is the first time Raisa has worked in an office and seen the photo shoot. They were in a photo studio for almost 30 minutes.
"Are we gonna find another new model, Pa?" raisa asked as she walked into the study.
"Yes, the contract is only valid for one to two years" Devan replied.
"When did Mom get three years?"
"Because of your Mama, that special lady," Devan smiled proudly.
"Papa cheating with Mama can be long, but other models only briefly," said Raisa.
"The other model was not Papa's choice, there was the intervention of Mama you and Uncle Hilman," Devan explained.
"So, Mama chose Papa?"
"Yes." Yeah."
"Did Papa love Mama so much?" Raisa opened the door.
"Very much love him."
"Who said love first?" Raisa curious.
"Why are you asking like that?"
Raisa smiled smirked. "Just ask, Pa."
"Nothing, Pa." Raisa shook her head.
"Next week we will look for a new model again, Papa hope you participate in his election" he said.
"What if this year we're looking for a male lead model?"
"From the beginning of Oma Fera who led, the brand ambassador is a woman and a man only as a supporter" explained Devan.
"We made a different one, Pa. Like a new breakthrough in Arta Fashion," said Raisa.
"Let's talk to your mom again, whether she agrees or not" Devan said.
"All right, Pa."
"Had we chosen a male model, Papa hope you didn't fall in love with her" Devan warned.
"Why, Pa?"
"Your mom is a former model and artist. Papa doesn't want reporters storming our house because of your proximity to celebrities" Devan explained.
"Yes, Pa. But Raisa can't promise" she smiled.
"Do you want Papa to send you abroad?"
"Yes, Raisa's trying to make a promise" he said.
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Devan and his daughter arrived home at 6 p.m.
Clarissa was preparing dinner for her little family.
There were several maids who were replaced including Yuki, Oma Fera's personal assistant. Since he was already dusk, it was time for him to rest at home. However, the relationship between them is still well established.
Finished cleaning up, Raisa approached her mother who was busy serving dishes at the dinner table.
"Ma, can you ask me something?" whispered.
"Tumben once you ask while whispering like this," Clarissa looked at her daughter's astonishment.
"It's a secret between women only," Raisa smiled shyly.
"Later to ask, Papa and your sister will eat," Clarissa resumed her activities, pacing in the kitchen and into the dining room.
"Yes, Ma." Raisa also helped her mother lift the side dish.