Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

S2-MCST bg.22-Devan Angry

The sound of the bell rang to make Eza open the door, he had just finished bathing. As soon as it opened a punch landed on his face.

Eza almost fell down, he held his bloody lips. He opened his eyes when he saw the man who beat him up.

"Where's my daughter?" ask him out loud.

"In the room, sir." Eza pointed at his bed.

Devan walks over to Eza's room and sees his daughter falling asleep. "She's!" call him in a blaring voice.

Raisa soon awakens she holds her head, "Papa!" looks confused.

"Come, go home!" Devan pulls his daughter's hand.

Raisa flicked her blanket and spread her gaze around, her eyes seeing Eza standing in her shirtless shorts and a towel she had wrapped around her neck. "Why am I here?"

"Papa should ask why you're here?" snapped it.

"My president can explain!" Eza speaking.

"You brought my daughter to your house, what have you done?"

"Pa, it's not as imagined." Raisa speaking.

"You sleep in this man's room" Devan pointed to Eza. "Is that how much you love him to sacrifice your self-esteem?" ask her with passionate emotions.

"Pa, we didn't do anything." Raisa defends.

"At last night's party, Raisa was drunk" said Eza. "So, I brought him here. But trust me President, we did nothing. I slept in the living room" he explained.

Devan slapped his daughter so badly that he heard her behavior. "When have you been drunk, huh?"

"Sir, why slap Miss Raisa?" ask Eza.

"It's all your fault!" Devan looked at the model. "Because of you, my daughter is like this" he said.

Raisa holding her cheeks started to shed her tears. "Don't you trust me anymore?"

"Papa doesn't trust you anymore because of a stupid man like him!" Devan pointed at Eza in annoyance.

"Pa, I dare to swear if we don't do it" Raisa said in a raucous voice.

"There's nothing to explain, you live in a roof and you sleep in his room. All pretty clear!" Devan spoke loudly.

"I'll never accept you!" Devan pressed his words.

"Pa..."

Devan drew Raisa's hand, "From today I will break the contract with her!"

"Pa, don't do that!" please Raisa.

"Why?"

"Alright, Sir. I accept if Arta Fashion breaks the contract but please don't hurt and upset Miss Raisa" Eza said.

"Indeed you should have left Arta Fashion," Devan said without looking at Eza then he brought Raisa home.

Eza squeezed his face and grabbed his hair. "Why does the president hate me so much?"

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Lita comes to pick Eza up, she looks surprised to see her artist with a bruised lip corner. "Why you?"

"The president did it."

"Why did he get here?" Lita curious.

"He picked up his daughter here." Eza compresses his wound with cold water.

Lita closed her mouth in disbelief. "You slept together, why?"

"His daughter got drunk at my friend's birthday party and she happened to be there too. Then I brought her here because I was afraid to take her home. But, we didn't do anything. She slept in the room and I was here," explained Eza pointing at the guest sofa.

"Why are you so stupid, Eza? You should just take it home and tell me the truth" Lita said.

"I was afraid that the President would misunderstand and scold me, so I brought it here and then realized Miss Raisa would take me home. The reality is that the President now hates me even more" said Eza.

Lita sighed, "Now how should we be?"

"The president will break my contract" he replied.

Lita patted her eel.

"Come on, I'm resigned, brother. As long as the President does not scold Miss Raisa anymore" he said.