Satuku Hand Husband

The Seed of Love Mandala

The two people who were originally friendly and compact were suddenly as if hostile to each other.

Indeed, there is no lasting friendship in this world of artistry. Once one side realizes the other side cannot be taken advantage of again, then each other will stay away from each other.

Similarly, if there is a party who has a problem. Who had claimed friends would stay away too, even pretending not to know.

Meirika snorted with a condescending look.

"This is where I pay. How much is the bill? Send the total to my manager. Much money. Yes, not as much as Mandala, but I have the money to keep your mouth shut.

Don't be so smart you're the same as me, Rendi. I will not recommend your name again to Mas Angga just know your taste. I got a big movie project. My payment is enough to buy your mouth and your employees.

Don't worry yes you've reached my conclusion and do not want to help Mandala spy with his future wife. You're just a designer, Rendi. I'm artist. I'm stunned..."

"Enough!" Lace felt her eyes hot now.

Lace could only endure his frustration. Meirika started to mention her real name.

Joints. He hates being called Rendi. Her name is Renda now.

When Renda's mouth was about to reply because she could no longer resist anger, suddenly Meirika was silent herself because the phone rang.

Judging from his expression, there seemed to be an important person trying to contact him.

"Hello, Mas Angga?" Meirika greeted with a teasing tone.

The lace that was still sitting in place seemed to want to eavesdrop. Meirika's connection in the entertainment world is not kidding.

"Huh? What, Mas? Kok gini, anyway. Kok can. Mas said yesterday for this big role I already passed the casting, you know. I even curled my hair to match his character. Mas Angga, yes!

My collaborative project has also been canceled because I took the film Mas Angga." Meirika who was still sitting in front of the Lenda table immediately shrieked.

His intention was bragging. Uh, even Renda heard this bad news.

After ending her call, Meirika looked at Renda in annoyance. Lace could only pretend not to laugh.

Karma is paid for.

"Selly, love Meirika the dress bill that we've counted earlier. Mumped the guy hasn't left yet." Lace looked triumphantly smiling.

Meirika was pale suddenly.

"Mmm, Ren. Could not pay it off next month. Honor my ad hasn't gone down the subject." Meirika who was fierce like a demon was immediately pretentious like a kitten.

Lace Bachtiar laughed and shook his head.

"No way, May. Even you still had arrears last year. You from yesterday chatty ask for this wedding dress that I obey because I know Mr. Mandala who paid. If not, I will sue you for not paying. Now the dress was worn by another girl. Sukurins!

He said rich and famous, cook clothes and owe money. Yesterday I threatened some bad gossip about me as well as my business. Now replace it. I can also talk about this. This is not a rumor, you know. It's fact. The fact that Meirika Jayatri owes clothes and not strong bay..."

"STOP! MY BILLS! TOMORROW'S FUNGIBLE!" Meirika stood up and kicked the table and left.

"Damn! It seems like canceling a wedding with Mandala is a big mistake. If my success runs out, I become less famous and my money runs out. But if I marry a disabled Mandala, I'll stay rich for life without working.

Losing a hand is okay. The Mandala is still handsome and rich. Oho! Stupidly you are Mei," Inner Meirika regretted her stupidity yesterday.

Honey, the rice has become porridge.

When the career suddenly dimmed like this and his money to live glamor thinned, new felt, right?

Own wrong...

"I have to come to the party. Got to! I don't know how!" Meirika left the Renda boutique and got into her car with unanimous determination.

If it can not be captured again his heart, at least he wants Mandala can be played his heart again so that it can be played also his money.

Since the break up, Mandala's money also stopped flowing into his account. Yesterday Meirika was too confident that she could still live a luxurious life without Mandala money. She is ashamed to have a disabled husband.

But it turns out the money is running low. His manager said his savings weren't that much.

Meirika limp.

"Damn it! Where beautiful is that boy! That secretary snot's gonna take my Mandala!" Meirika drives in an emotional state.

In front of the red light, Meirika stopped her car. He immediately called his manager.

***

Meanwhile, Amadea Kasea who was staring at the ceiling of her room seemed worried.

The day of her wedding is just around the corner. The suitcase is wide open. A few pieces of clothes already entered there.

Mandala had advised that one day before the wedding day, Dea had to move to her house.

"Forget it all, Dea! Focus up! Mr. Mandala is handsome and rich, but he has no heart. Erratic anyway, temperamental, cruel. Throw away your sympathy. Don't fall in love."

Amadea tilted her head and covered her with a pillow.

"That's fucking shit, anyway! The more you try to forget the more you think!" Amadea screamed in her heart.

Undeniably, Mandala was the first man to come into physical contact that close to her.

Amadea touched her lips. He could still feel it when his holy lips touched the one-handed man's skin.

Not to mention his mesra call, his touch on his shoulders, his hand grip...

"It was just Dea acting! He's just pretending! Don't get carried away!"

Amadea with all her uncontrollable feelings tried to close her eyes.

***

Unlike Amadea who worried about her feelings, Mandala was actually pensive at her desk while looking at a photo of Dea on her cellphone.

Yes, Mandala sent a message to Renda and asked for a photo of Dea taken secretly while trying on her wedding dress.

"It's beautiful this kid. From the beginning of my room and I interviewed while I was yelling, this kid was still even strong looking at me and said he could work for a cruel boss like me." Mandala muttered to herself.

The man remembers the first time he met Dea. It was clear that Mandala was still in a relationship with Meirika.

The photo is still looking at. I don't know how many minutes have passed and he's not bored.

"City, Dea. Besides Fanda who has resigned because of marriage, only you survive more than 2 months of my cooperation. Just counting the days, you'll be my wife.

Feels weird. I can no longer snarl at you and get indistinctly angry. Since that day in the hospital and you said you could marry me, somehow you look more attractive.

Surprisingly again, my heartache to Meirika seemed insignificant anymore. He was just a small mistake in the past. I trust her sweet mouth too much. I forget she's an actress who can act, even in the real world. He's faked. He does not love me. He was just my physical love and treasure.

Ye... You're different Dea. You're sincere... You're plain... My amazement turns out that in this modern capital there are still girls who take care of him and take care of him like you. You're even willing to sacrifice for the family that hurt you..."

Cring... cring...!

The phone on his desk suddenly rang. Mandala's daydreams are caving up instantly.

"Yes, hello? Who the fuck did you say? Maya's? Ah, she's Meirika's manager. Why would she know Dea's identity through an office person? Don't tell me any info! Employee data is a company secret. Moreover Dea will be my wife soon."

Mandala then closed her call and smiled cynically.

"Maybe it was Mey who told me. It could be that stupid he found out through the office. Thought I didn't know what. It's not enough to block all your contacts, Mey!

Although yesterday you said sorry and asked to come back, but I will not be willing. Until whenever!" mandala whispered furiously and then she opened her phone again and looked at the photo of Dea.

He immediately smiled.

"ah! Come to think of it we don't have any pre wedding photos yet. That's not really important. But..."

Mandala suddenly smiled and called someone.

"Karen, prepare a pre-wedding photo for tomorrow. The best you can buy tomorrow. It doesn't matter how much he wants to be paid.

One over. Call Dea, yeah. Tell me about this plan. From tomorrow, I will not ask him to work again. Okay?"

The smile of Mandala is getting brighter.

Can he imagine tomorrow he will face the red cheeks of Dea and his bashful face.

Mandala was unconscious, the seeds of that feeling were more fertile in her heart ...

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