Satuku Hand Husband

Pre Wedding Photo

Amadea ran away in a hurry to get off the taxi. He knew it was too late from the promise he had made last night.

It was too late, while waiting for a taxi in front of the house, he also had to while serving his mother's complaint about money that ended with another fight.

Dea's mother wants to buy jewelry to wear at the wedding later. She whines and asks Dea to ask her disabled husband for money.

Dea was obviously upset. In addition to being fed up with his mother's theatricality, he was also angry because his mother called the word disability as a pronoun of Mandala-prospective son-in-law himself.

For Dea, Mandala is not deformed even though his hands are only one. He is perfect with this imperfection. How many times he reprimanded his mother about this, but the woman was still impressed to ridicule the physical condition of Mandala.

Oho! Wait until he knows the true condition of Mandala Barata with all his wealth and power. Will Dea's mother remain that haughty?

Dea tried to regulate his breath that was frenzied because of running in a hurry.

"Sir, I'm going in." Amadea stood in front of a building door whose outer sides were filled with glass material.

"No way, Ma'am. This building's been rented all day by our clients and the non-interested are barred from entering." A security guard appeared to confront Dea with his face.

Dea was frustrated. Yes, he knows for sure Mandala who rented this building to do a pre-wedding photo session with him. Dea was even his bride but was forbidden to enter.

The security guard glared at him and made Amadea reluctant to argue. He called Mandala.

Ow hell! I'll call him Mas or Pak, yeah. This is for business...

"H-hello?" Amadea had not finished thinking and decided to call Mandala with the name Mas or Pak, it turns out his call was raised so quickly.

"Yes, Dea. You're on the road, right? I'm on location." Mandala sounds are heard in the background of other sounds that are quite crowded. Maybe the sound of the photo crew and the others.

Amadea cleared her throat then began to speak in a sweet tone because the security guard was still watching her with a look of slight disdain.

"I have a problem, P-pak. Eh Maxya Mas.

I have a little problem. I'm outside the building and can't get in because I'm confronted by the security guard." Amadea said a little slowly because the security guard who had been sniffling at him was still glaring at him and making him uncomfortable.

"Oh! Okay fine! Give her your phone." Mandala replied casually.

"Huh?" That's how Dea responds when surprised. He sometimes looks funny and cute when he says it, sometimes his expression makes him look ridiculous.

"Dea! Give my phone to him. Let me speak directly!" Mandala ordered once again on that phone call.

Dea held out her phone to the security guard. The security guard received it confusedly but in the end a few seconds after the phone stuck to his ear, his ferocious expression turned into an expression of fear.

Not only that, the security guard who had been staring at Dea cynically suddenly turned into super friendly. Dea not only opened the door, but he was also ushered into the building.

The security guard even apologized to Dea many times. I don't know what Mandala said over the phone, which Dea clearly knows is not something friendly to the ear.

As he stepped towards the door to the garden behind the building, Dea was surprised by the well-dressed Mandala. Even her hair was perfect too.

"Dea! I already told you. Use the driver I gave you. You don't have to be late because you're waiting for a taxi." Mandala who was about to pick Dea up immediately returned and gave the code to Dea to follow him.

The dea was moved to follow the long steps of Mandala's feet.

Mandala could only shake her head. He remembered the behavior of Dea's mother. It's true as Dea said. Dea's mother, Riris Sayuti, is a realistic woman.

"Udahlah. There you change clothes. All directed later what kind of photos." Mandala then sat down on the lounge chair and pointed at a lashy-haired woman to help Dea.

Dea nodded then walked into the dressing room. Somewhat annoyed also he actually with the sudden request of this pre wedding photo. But the name of the order, especially from Mandala, then Dea can only enjoy his discomfort by pretending to smile.

Dea had finished changing her clothes in a brown knee-length dress. This color is in line with the brown shirt that was also worn Mandala.

"Mom Dea! I'll guess the pose is." The woman offered a photo album that contained a photo of the choice as an example of a pose.

Dea who has now been dressed make up in front of the dresser looked shocked.

"I-this? Pose like this? A kiss?" Dea pointed to the couple's friendly photo on the album.

The woman who accompanied Dea just nodded.  "So Mr. Mandala chose this."

Dea wants to scream!

Why would there be a scene later?

Trouble he tried not to get carried away, now destroyed his defense.

"Seriously Mr Mandala said he wanted this pose?" Dea asked half a whisper, as if embarrassed to want to mention the word 'kiss.' They also want to get married.

"Yes, Mom. He said his picture would be printed to be displayed in front of the wedding venue." The shoulder-haired woman even looked confused looking at Dea's shocked expression.

Dea bowed limply. The make up artist who was dressing her was also confused. How to do it. His face just bent.

"It's not like Miss Dea was happy she should have been. Mr. Mandala is..."

"Yes! I'm happy, really!" Dea quickly answered. He doesn't want any gossip later.

As Mandala said yesterday. If gossip is created, opinions can be formed and led.

The make up artist and the girl with the hair looked at each other. Dea grin.

"Mmm, I'm just ashamed that people will see it later..."

"Can request only Bu Dea, Mr. Mandala, same photographer at the location if Bu Dea is embarrassed."

And Dea again just stifled while nodding. She let the make up artist put on her face.

Dea was too busy and tense thinking about the pose of the photo Mandala requested. Mandala is busy with tablets and all the diagrams contain the numbers in her company's report. Yes, even in a location like this does not discourage his intention to work.

No one knew Meirika Jayatri had gotten out of her car. With his sunglasses, his high heels, and his fancy bag he swerved like a model into this building.

The goal is clear: screw up.

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