Satuku Hand Husband

Wedding Dresses

Aside from the eyes of Dea, Riris Sayuti immediately looked down somewhat misbehaved as soon as she realized her words seemed so rude.

Whatever the mouth of Dea's birth mother, it turns out there is still a little guilt in her heart for hurting others.

Dea who looked annoyed snorted softly.

"Mom, Mas Mandala is left-handed. He is not used to using his right hand. So now he has a bit of trouble doing things because he just adjusted.

Try the mother who used to use the right hand was told to use the left hand," said Dea defending Mandala.

Mandala raised her eyebrows next door and smiled meaningfully. Amadea pretended not to see because it was a bit wrong behavior was also admired so.

Silent!

The atmosphere was suddenly awkward but Mandala behaved as usual and impressed like enjoying the sweet treatment Dea helped her eat.

The atmosphere of the luxury restaurant dining table ended in silence afterwards. There was only the sound of spoons and forks occasionally clashing.

Dea leaves with Mandala after giving her mother a taxi fare.

"I want a wedding dress fitting, Mom. Going home a little later maybe because you want to take care of the wedding documents as well. I'll take my clothes back home because I don't want to come. I'm about the size. You can take it to your friend who has a sewing business if it is not suitable.

Just like if you want to invite our friends or relatives, Mas Mandala said no more than 30 guests because our party is limited and intense," said Amadea while tidying up her bag while waiting for Mandala to complete the payment.

"No, ah. My mother came alone. Embarrassed. They must have thought you were pregnant first. Especially your husband..."

"Disfucked." Mandala cut Mother Dea's sentence casually while pointing towards her hand.

The atmosphere was tense again.

Dea glanced somewhat unkindly at Mandala. He knew his mother was very spicy.

Which glimpsed instead just relax and instead give the Dea code to help insert the card back into the wallet.

It is cruel and one stone whatever Mandala, Dea sometimes do not think how can Mandala can be ordinary for all the misfortune that befall him.

Severe accident, loss of one hand, abandoned future wife near the wedding day. But Mandala acted as if her life was going on as usual again.

Didn't you really have that handsome guy? Or maybe in his heart he was sad too? He's an ordinary man, right?

Amadea did not end up in the car when the trip to the Mandala house he was still daydreaming about this.

Yes, even though they want to fit clothes, they do not come to the famous designer's place. The famous designer who is often a judge on television fashion shows is the one who came to the Mandala house.

Amadea tried not to be surprised by these kinds of things but she was tense as well. Especially when Mandala who was sitting next to him suddenly glanced at him after receiving a call from the designer.

"I don't think there's much to change. Your posture is the same Meirika almost the same." Mandala commented while observing Amadea from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.

Amadea felt a sudden cold heat.

Oh, don't get Dea wrong! Remember, Mr. Mandala doesn't like perem...

"The dea? You daydreaming? We've reached my house!"

And all the reverie of Amadea Kasea. He knew he had to get out of the car and face all this.

Yeah, she's gonna have to take off the dress she's gonna wear at her fake wedding in a few weeks.

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Only this time Dea entered the magnificent house of Mandala Barata.

Yesterday he only reached the front area when he was forced to come here to pick up documents. The waiter at home who delivered his documents to the front then he returned to the office again.

Now when looking directly at the magnificent house like a palace, Dea could not hide his amazement.

"Wow!" His lips spontaneously spoke.

The mendala standing beside him held a smile. He knew Amadea Kasea came from the midle-low class economically. He could understand that the girl was a bit shocked to see her home as well as her lifestyle that was beyond reason.

"Oh, hello Mr. Mandala. Ow hell! We finally meet again." A slightly fat man in a waving and graceful style turned around and greeted.

Amadea.

Oho! This is the famous Renda Bachtiar! Designer at Paris Fashion Week last year.

The lazy mandala just smiled flatly.

"Meirika call you?" For the first time since yesterday again, Mandala mentioned the name again. The name of the famous artist who decided it unilaterally.

Lace Bachhtiar grimaced and grimaced. Yes, obviously the selection he took care of all the clothes for this big event yes because Meirika who chose. The price of the Renda Bachtiar dress is certainly very expensive. Ordinary people cannot use their services.

"As Mr. Mandala's instructions. I did not pick up the phone. My assistant was also contacted. I also told him not to pick up the phone.

But her artist friends who became bridesmaids already took dresses from me. So I was confused, the bill for the 10 dresses I sent to the Father or to May..."

"To him, Iah. That guy's his friends. Billed to him. I have no more business with him. Yaudah, let's re-fit. I don't want to talk about Mei" said Mandala somewhat annoyed.

Lace Bachtiar could only nod his head not daring to resist. He knew even though Meirika would be difficult to collect, but Mandala would definitely pay him above the price he called.

"Darling, you try it first. Her dress is the size of Meirika. But I think it will fit in you too. Oh yeah, Ren. About my suit, you know how to do so that my left hand and bandage do not look too flashy?"

And those were the last words Dea heard before Renda's assistant asked her to enter the room and take off the dress.

Aghhh! Did Mandala just call her 'honey' again?

Not amused. But his heartbeats resonated with a strange but pleasant turmoil.

Is Amadea carried away?

Ah, the feeling has Dea told himself in the heart so as not to get stuck in the feeling. Mandala he misunderstood not interested in women, right?

"Mr? How can I replace Meirika Jayatri as the candidate for Mr Mandala?" Lace assistant who was helping button the dress asked in a whispering tone.

And like Mandala's instructions, Dea just shook her head slowly and made no comment.

"Don't talk about our contract marriage. They just ask out of curiosity to be gossiped about. And probably to report to Meirika. Meirika might have Renda people spy on me" Mandala said yesterday.

Dea put on a cold and flat face. He hopes his silence will make the assistants of Renda will be upset and stop wondering.

But while trying to dodge and throw away his face as the assistant confirmed waking up the dress in the chest area, Amadea's eyes caught a shock.

In this seemingly empty room, there appeared a rather worn picture frame on the nightstand near Dea standing.

That photo...

"Isn't that Mr Mandala? He embraces guys... Huh huh? That's... It's Rafael Malik! Holy hooch! So the news on the internet is not just gossip? They actually have a relationship to the extent that Mr. Mandala posted a photo of the two of them in the room ..."

Amadea screamed in her heart...

He didn't know it was all a misunderstanding. Mandala Barata normal guy. So did Rafael Malik.

Their closeness is only because they are nursery siblings and playmates since childhood because their parents have been friends since college. Unfortunately they were closed to this until the journalist and the gossipmonger misunderstood their closeness.

Mandala with Rafael like a sister.

"Mr? The dress is done. Wanna look in the glass?"

And Amadea was suddenly deaf. She was too shocked to see the photo until she was unaware that her dress was perfectly worn on her body...

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