Pursuing the Love of the Handsome

Trying to Right the Problem

Clarissa was about to get into the car, but her steps came to a halt when her name was called. She and her husband looked at the sound. Clarissa immediately hid behind Devan's body, making her husband wonder.

"I want to talk to you, Clarissa!" please Roland.

"You know him?" Devan asked his wife by looking behind his body.

Clarissa nodded slowly.

"You who?" Devan looked at the man in front of him.

"I'm a friend, we need to talk to each other" Roland replied.

"No way, she's my wife. If you want to talk to him, I have to go, "Devan said firmly.

"Alright," Roland agreed.

"Do you want to talk to her?" Devan glanced at his wife.

"I'm scared, Van."

"What have you done to my wife?" Devan's eyes looked sharp.

"I just want to straighten out the misunderstandings between us," Roland looked at Clarissa's frightened face.

"He doesn't want to talk to you" Devan aligns his position and embraces his wife's waist.

"Clarissa, please listen to me!" Roland pleaded.

Clarissa opens the car door and rushes in as well as Devan. They left Arta Fashion Building.

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"Who is he?" Devan glanced at his wife.

"He's Roland my schoolmate." Clarissa looked at the street.

"Did you guys have an unresolved relationship?"

"Well!"

"Is that man your ex-lover?" Devan asked again.

Clarissa looked at her husband. "No, honey!"

"Then what to straighten?"

"Well!"

"Rissa, why shut up? Don't make me curious."

Clarissa explained her problem with Roland while at school and told her husband the reason yesterday she was scared.

"If I had known, that guy would have scared you. I'm going to beat him up, '" Devan grumbled.

"Better you don't touch him" Clarissa forbid.

"Why?"

"I don't want your body to turn red. Not to mention if you were to go along battered as well, I was also the one who bothered taking care of you plus the nagging from Oma."

"What if he hurts you? I can't even forgive myself for letting that guy touch you."

"May it happen, thank you for your attention to me" Clarissa smiled touching her husband's cheek.

Devan grabbed his wife's right hand that touched her cheek and kissed her, "I don't want anything to happen to you!"

"I'll talk to Tina about the man."

"Because Tina was able to tame it," replied Clarissa of origin.

"Are they related?"

"I don't know either, but if anyone wants to hurt me Tina is always my protector. Including when you called off our wedding, he just wanted to beat you up!"

Hearing Clarissa's words made Devan shudder in horror.

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Hilman is waiting for his girlfriend at a restaurant. They will enjoy breakfast together.

Intan and her assistant also enjoyed breakfast at the restaurant. When he was about to sit his eyes were fixed on the secretary of the President of Arta Fashion.

"I'll be there for a minute" Intan pointed at Hilman and his assistant assented.

Intan walked over to his secretary Devan. He smiled and sat in front of her.

"Miss, you're here too!" Hilman smiled kindly.

"Who are you waiting for?"

"My future wife, Miss."

"Hilman, can you help me?" Showing a face.

"Please, Miss?"

"Do you know what the President's favorite meal is?"

"Know, almost 3 years I've been with him," replied Hilman proudly.

"Then what?" Intan curious.

"What does Miss ask that?" Hilman asked back.

"I want to cook food for her as a thank you" Intan explained to Hilman unsuspecting.

"It seems unnecessary, Miss. Since the President already has a wife, he only wants Miss Clarissa's cooking or a maid in particular."

Intan grabbed Hilman's hand and grasped it tightly, making the man widen his eyes. "Please Hilman!" pleading with a sad face.

"Presidents can't eat anything, miss!"

Dita, Hilman's lover saw her future husband's hand held by another woman suddenly inflamed. He stiffened his jaw as he walked towards the two. "Can't you just wait a minute for me?"

The question made Hilman try to let go of Intan's grasp. "Sweet this isn't what you see, '" suddenly panicked.

"The two of you are holding hands," Dita glanced at Intan who looked relaxed and calm after releasing her hand.

"It's a misunderstanding, Dita." Hilman tried to convince his girlfriend.

"Hey, you!" Dita stared at the sharp Intan. "Basic cheap artist!" mean it.

Intan stood up from her seat, she smiled sinisterly at Dita. "Your love is not my taste!"

"Oh, yeah! So why are you approaching my lover?" Dita asked Intan a question to make the woman did not answer and passed.

"Darling, I can explain!" Hilman grabbed her lover's hand to sit down.

"You too!" Staring sharply at Hilman. "You should have self-esteem, don't want to be held at will with him. Is it because she's prettier than me?" his eyes looked teary.

"You're the most beautiful in my eyes!"