Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

S2-MCST bg.8-Devan Possessive

Eza, who was getting ready for the photo shoot, asked the photographer about the female model he would be paired with. Arta Fashion's party had told him but he did not know his name yet. Because they kept it a secret.

"Is the female model still a long time?" ask Eza.

"A little while, sir. Miss Raisa's giving it up" he replied.

"Try me one more time, who's my model?"

"Miss Raisa, sir. Rarely is there a company whose leader plunges directly into the model," explained the photographer.

"Jeez, why are you with him?"

Five minutes later, Raisa shows up with her papa. He stood next to Eza, the photographer giving directions to the couple.

Devan sat in a special chair, looking at his daughter's appearance in front of the camera. Eza who is usually indifferent and ketus trying to be sweet because the owner of Arta Fashion as well as Papa Raisa is watching him.

The photographer began to give his words to the two models, Eza and Raisa looked at each other and smiled.

The two male models hands hugged the waist of the female model, while Raisa draped her hands around Eza's neck.

Devan who saw it felt uncomfortable because his daughter was so close. "Can you change the style of the model?" the door from the seat.

"Father!" Raisa wants to protest.

"Master, the clothes used are wedding-themed so have to hug like that" explained the photographer.

"I don't want my daughter, hugged like that" Devan said.

"Alright, Sir. We change positions, Miss Raisa is standing next to Mr. Eza who is sitting down," the photographer explained his direction to the President.

"It's okay, but I don't want my daughter to be touched like that" she asked.

"All right, sir." The photographer returned to his work.

Almost an hour of shooting was completed, there were several styles that both models displayed.

"Thank you" Raisa told Eza, finished the photo.

"Hm."

Raisa walks up to the outstretched dress, some of the female crew help her walk up to her papa.

Devan stretched out his hand and Raisa grabbed it. "You're so pretty, son!"

"Thank you, Pa. How did Raisa look?"

"Very good, Papa likes it," Devan smiled warmly.

Eza who was at the back smiled looking at the familiarity of the father and son.

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After dinner, Clarissa approached her daughter in a room enjoying overseas dramas on her laptop.

"Mama!"

"How was the first day of modeling?" ask Clarissa.

"Walking smoothly even though Papa had protested," replied Raisa.

"Papa must have protested because you were hugged by another man, right?" guess Clarissa.

"Mama why know?"

"Papa you used to be, too, when Mama was the model" Clarissa smiled remembering her love story with her husband.

"I should be able to get close to her" Raisa fantasizes about making out with Eza.

Clarissa hit her daughter's arm, "Don't tell me you like that guy!"

"Where is possible, Ma!" Raisa.

"If Papa knows, it can be dismissed as a model" Clarissa said.

"Mama take it easy, I don't have anything to do with her," Raisa tried not to express her feelings.

"Tomorrow Mama will go to the office, has not been there for a long time. Just look at your photos and the male model of your choice."

"If Mama sees it, it will definitely not be disappointed," Raisa said proudly.

"We'll see tomorrow!" Clarissa raised both eyebrows.

Devan took the hand of his wife who was next to him was Raisa. The three entered the Arta Fashion building.

Hilman, who is about to resign, approaches the three. "How are you, Miss Rissa?"

"Okay, Hilman. How are you and your family?" Clarissa asked back.

"All good, Miss!"

"Thank God" Clarissa smiled.

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The three of them were in the same room. Clarissa saw a photo of her daughter with the male model Hilman gave her.

"How, Ma? Nice, right?" Raisa asked enthusiastically.

"Good, the model is very handsome!" praise Clarissa without realizing it.

"What did you say?" devan asked his wife.

"Handsome, dear," replied Clarissa.

"I'll break the contract with him" Devan said.

"Don't dong, Pa!" prevent Raisa from singing her lips.

Clarissa put on a smile looking at her husband's jealous face.

"Your mom says that guy is handsome, just like he's craving Papa" Devan said.

Clarissa dropped her head on the chest of her husband who was sitting right next to her. "You're jealous, huh?"

"Who is jealous?" Devan pretends to be cute.

"Why can't you fire Eza?" ask Raisa again.

"No, Son. Papa you're just jealous" Clarissa glanced at her husband.

"Which photos are good for our fashion magazine cover, Ma?" Raisa looked at her mother.

"That's it," pointed Clarissa at the photo in which her daughter was sitting on a chair while Eza was sitting below her.

"Alright, Ma. That Papa?" Raisa turned her gaze to the middle-aged man.

"As much as you do" Devan replied.

"Well, Raisa's gonna give this to Uncle Hilman" He stood up from the chair and walked out of the room.

Devan still looks sullen.

"Darling!" call Clarissa.

"Hm."

"Don't be like this, your face is so ugly this way" Clarissa teased her husband.

"So you think that guy's handsome?"

"Gosh, baby. Eza is as good as our daughter deserves more with her" replied Clarissa.

"Don't say her name from your lips!"

"All right, baby." Clarissa hugged her husband's body again.

"Raisa can't be close to her" Devan said.

"Yes, it's gonna be close. They have a job that requires being together" Clarissa said.

"But I don't like it, not to mention the reporters will go after him. It could be that the artist already has a lover," recriminated Devan.

"You can't just accuse me, could our daughter really like it and that guy just stayed away from her?"

"I'm talking about some possibilities, Rissa."

"We leave the decision to Raisa, don't take care of her heart" Clarissa said.

"But, I will still interfere for his life companion," Devan said firmly.

"As far as you are!" clarissa pasrah.