Revenge Wedding

Fuckish Arga

"You want to change your own clothes, do you want them to change?!" Tara said to Sena while pointing at her two bodyguards.

Sena glared sharply at him, then she reflexively covered her chest with both hands.

It was very desirable for Tara to laugh out loud at the girl's annoyed behavior. But he said, Sena should be afraid of me breaking up.

The girl jumped from the bed, then she ran into another room in her room, Tara thought it was a wardrobe room.

Tara waited for Sena to change clothes while sitting on the sofa near the window of the room.

The room looked childish, almost all the items in the room were dominated by pink and white. The bed is so, white, with accents - the style of the Princess bed in Disney films. His bedding and bedding are also pink and white.

Not to mention across from the seat skarang there is a large display rack full of Disney dolls, be it rag dolls, miniatures and also barbie plus with a house and other equipment.

On the bed there is a luxurious crystal chandelier with the appropriate size.

Cih, does she feel like she's the princess of a fairy tale? She is not a princess, but a witch, she said in her heart.

Tara spread her gaze again,

right in front of Sena's bed, hanging a large photo, it was a photo of a very beautiful woman smiling charming. Her hair was long, partially tied, and partly hanging up to her waist. On the side there is a clasp with a sprinkling of diamonds along the clasp. The woman was very elegant, he thought. Unknowingly she smiled at him.

Tara felt a bit familiar with the photo, but whoa well she completely forgot. If you look around, the woman in this photo is still quite young, but still older than Sena. Is this Sena's mother? There are some similarities indeed if observed, but Tara herself never noticed Sena's face, so she is not so memorized. Understandably, every time he met Sena, Tara even often refused to see him, fearing that his hatred would be ignited even more. Every time Sena came to see him, he would be Busy with his work, and just talk as necessary. Even today it feels like Tara is watching Sena closely.

But if it was Sena's mother, why did she put up the photo when she was young, he thought.

"Let's go!" he said to Sena who followed him from behind.

Sena stepped her foot gontai trying to align her footsteps with Tara who has longer legs. He didn't want to miss Tara, because honestly he didn't know where they were going.

When he arrived at the guest room, Sena's father was standing waiting in the living room. Sena followed Tara from behind, then sat down beside her.

"You're going to go skarang?" tanyanya rounded up the conversation.

"Of course Mr. Hutama, I don't want my son to run away on the day of his wedding" Tara replied to Sena's father.

Sena glared at him, but Tara did not mean to pierce that sharp gaze.

We're going to the skarang hotel, tomorrow my assistant will pick up Mr. Hutama to our wedding venue" he said. Shortly afterwards Tara stepped out while holding Sena's hand, intimidating her so that there was no miscellaneous intention from Sena.

"Lord Tara.." Hutama's speech is cut off by the word Tara.

"Please call me Tara, because soon we'll be a family" Tara said.

"Alright, Tara I leave Sena to you, please take good care of her" replied Hutama.

After they entered in a black Audi car, Sena and Tara advanced to divide the streets of the capital that was not too crowded.