Satuku Hand Husband

Lipstick Stain

Amadea Kasea feels cornered. Her white wedding dress she held as her hands began to sweat.

Mandala with her raincoat stepped closer.

"P-Pak, we have agreed that there is no physical contact except for the needs of publication or for unsuspecting people. I signed it." Amadea tried to avoid it by turning her face away.

He felt Mandala's breath sweeping across his cheek.

"P-rpa. Please, Sir. Don't Sir.." shrewdly Dea.

"I've said let you not flirt in the future, want someone or not you still call me 'Mas.' Repeat it!" Mandala said quietly but her lips were completely right in front of Dea's ears.

"Yes..." Dea replied with a breath of excitement.

"good. Now kiss me, Dea! For the purposes of publication and making people believe in our serious relationship is in the letter, right? You certainly remember that.

I want your lipstick marks stuck to me. So that when Renda Bachtiar and his employees take off this shirt and suit later they can see and expect us to linger in this room because of having sex.

You know why, right? Yes, because that lace will secretly report to Meirika. I swore to silence him, he must be mouthed in poison. Moreover, Meirika was also full of deceit."

Mandala explained at length slowly. His voice really made Amadea feel cold hot. Especially in this close distance, Mandala's hand began to touch his shoulder.

"Kiss me. Over here." Mandala whispered and pointed at her neck.

When he tilts his head like this, his nose looks perfect.

Amadea swallowed his saliva. Geez that smooth neck, with perfect muscle line.

I swear he had to do this? Oh christ!

"Dea, hurry. Make sure your lipstick is stuck to my neck" Mandala said.

The eyes of the Dea are rounded. Mandala smiled so sweetly, as if enjoying the jitters of Dea.

"T-but, Sir..."

"Dea, I'll keep standing and corner you like this for hours. Until you do what I told you to do. Quick ci..."

The cup!

And Amadea put her lips on Mandala's neck.

The mandala that used to tease him became a sudden fixation.

Amadea turned her head and leaned against the wall. Don't ask how her cheeks are now. It's red!

Dag dug dag dug!

His heart pumped fast like running out around the field 100x, he even though he only finished dipping Mandala for two seconds.

"OKAY. Good." Mandala tried to stay cool and then stepped back and checked her neck towards the mirror.

Amadea is still attached to the wall like a lizard.

"Enough this. Consider it a warm-up. I don't invite a lot of journalists but there are some media partners that I allow to cover our wedding later.

Yes the plan is so. Do you know we have to kiss in public? It doesn't have to be. But it's more convincing that we do. Don't forget good acting so you don't stiffen my affection." Mandala then stared contentedly at her own reflection in the glass.

"I-iya, sir," Dea replied stammeredly.

Mandala seemed to raise her eyebrows and looked back sharply. Angry is not. He just likes to see Dea so nervous. As if this was entertainment to him.

"Dea, what did I say. There's not five minutes. You forgot what to call me?" Mandala said slowly but sharply.

"Ma-sorry, P- uh, Mas." Dea answered softly and wiped her sweat on her forehead.

"You're such a warning. This room is cold AC. Why?" Mandala held back laughter.

Amadea just shook her head. "Ng-no papa, sir. Uh, Mas's the max."

"Foolah. I'm out to take off this suit. The dress is perfect, nothing needs to be changed. Make sure you are beautiful when photographed. Let Meirika hot and upset because you made her dream wedding dress. And yes I must admit you look prettier than her.

Oh, ja. One over. After we get married, you use this room. My room is on the side. As promised. We split up the rooms, right? Unless you change your mind and want to..."

Mandala laughed then shook her head and walked towards the door.

Yigg!

As soon as the door was opened, it was seen that Renda Bachtiar and 4 employees stuttered to each other because they were frantically caught eavesdropping.

"Why are you at the door?" Mandala returns to ferocious mode.

"Ng-no papa, sir. We're just confused waiting for a really long time and no one dares knock on the door." Renda Bachtiar as the boss tried to remain professional even though panic was also afraid of being scolded by Mandala.

Mandalas certainly know what their purpose is. Yes, obviously to eavesdrop. Fashion stylists, make up artists, and similar jobs in the entertainment industry are a hotbed of gossip.

Mandala knows that. And just like in the hospital yesterday, he deliberately set up a little charade to spread rumors about himself.

Mandala knows that there has been a lot of talk about accidents and defects in her left hand. But the news is not too stirring compared to the rumors of his marriage.

Though there have been several photos of him scattered with the condition of his left hand wrapped in bandages. But the public seems more interested in discussing the romance story that is often confused coloring the channel of gossip accounts.

Many say he still looks cool even though he does not have two hands at once. The public is talking about it. Some news accounts even had to bring up his relationship again with Rafael Malik whose person was even dead. That's the one that makes Mandala hate gossip reporters.

In conclusion, Mandala Barata will still break the hearts of women on her wedding day. I don't know if the public's response will know who Mandala's bride is.

Honestly Mandala forgot the effect of this marriage for Amadea. Amadea will certainly be discussed, ditorek his personal life, denounced, hated. Yes, that is the risk of becoming widely known to the public.

Mandala should have told Dea not to be too shocked later. But yes, the name is an impromptu wedding. The busy mandala recovers and takes care of a lot of wedding documents and also the business forgets to warn Dea about this problem.

"Sir, how was the wedding dress? Satisfied with the outcome? Anything to change?" asked Renda carefully and slowly because from earlier Mandala was still standing with a sinister face in front of her and her employees.

"Yes, I like it. Very like. Sorry for so long. I can't stand to see she's so beautiful. But calm. Dress safe. Just a little tangled." Mandala laughed softly and then gave the code to Renda to follow her to her room.

Lace lyrics to each other with her employees. They were all adults who certainly knew where the man was talking just now.

Oh, what are they doing in the room until the wedding dress gets a little tangled up?

Dea who heard all Mandala's words just now was made to blush her face.

"Oh! Basic making up stories! Is lipstick not enough? Why do I have to say things lead in a naughty direction so anyway. Goddamnit!" Dea screamed in her heart.

Two staff Renda who had helped her remove the dress directly into the room whose door was wide open.

Amadea swallowed her saliva as the two staff glanced at the neat mattress and spontaneously stared at her tangled dress. The dress was tangled because she squeezed herself with her hand just now. Gee whiz...

Amadea was upset.

Uh! Their minds must have been going everywhere. Dea, who wiped the sweat off her nervous remains, grew irritated when she realized that maybe the staff thought she was sweating for something else.

"Mom Dea, need help taking off her dress?" asked them wrongly because they thought Dea had done nothing with Mandala just now.

Amadea wanted to cry out of annoyance.

"Mmm, I'm alone. You guys can get out of the room and close the door?" Dea tried to regulate her breathing so that her irritation would not explode.

The two staff nodded.

Yigg!

Room door closed. Amadea dropped down on the bed and screamed in her heart!

"Araghhh! I'm going to marry that guy in a few days? And he turned out to be normal! And he made me nervous!

Waitaminute! Why am I always nervous when I'm around him. I may not fall in love...

NO!"

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