The (Un) Mr. Lukcy. Winter
Chapter 90
"Eh eh you guys have been horrified gossip about Melinda creative team?" -- "Just yesterday you know we obrolin.."-"Ah time he was so?"- "But the beautiful person is the one"-""-"I also suppose to be a concubine bigboss mah do not refuse anyway yes, ambassadorially certainly ngalir ya ngga?"-"-" There are still those who say they've never nginep in the hotel all you know"- "yes?"-"" the other day he said he was given that gift"..
"haaaahhh.." Melinda could only sigh when accidentally the ingredients of office employees at lunch in the pujasera. Even if lunch in the cafeteria or cafeteria in the office, he would still hear such rants. Not to mention his sense of boredom fading suddenly someone just sat down beside him.
Jais..shh. ba.pak" melinda immediately gaped as she looked at the person sitting next to her without excuse. The beloved buds suddenly. The person who was being made into a gibbah instead appeared and sat beside Melinda now without any guilt. Melinda is not unhappy just the skewed gossip about her which she said is targeting the position of concubine Zehan is a warm conversation. Although honest in his heart he did admire the man but not the slightest bit stung in his heart for a mistress let alone being a concubine blatantly. He still has the heart to disturb his boss's household.
"Have you ordered?" zehan asked casually as usual, just as Zehan's voice blew away everything in his mind.
"Su is already sir, being made" jawba Melinda stammered.
"You why? Relax anyway, kayak who just knew me today" Zehan was a little surprised by Melinda's attitude.
"God.. .. Nothing sir" Melinda tried to act ordinary.
"I know you must be bothered by their babble. I already know the gossip that is in the godok in this office" said Zehan tried to melt the atmosphere while scooping the coconut ice that has been served for him.
"Dam.. They were like vultures" Hejun grumbled as he clearly heard what the men were talking to his boss.
"Jun" hardik Zehan.
"I'm sorry, sir, but their mouths are like they've never eaten a school. At least when the master was here they should be able to guard their mouths" furious Hejun looked at the people who were now still whispering.
"Leave it. What they are talking about is not entirely wrong. Or are you angry like this for being jealous of me?" ledek Zehan's. Because what happened was actually Hejun who was trying to get close to Melinda. Since seeing her the other day during a meal together, Hejun instantly fell in love at first sight. Zehan and Gibran were sensitive to this, and the reason Zehan often invited Melinda to meet was to bring Hejun and Melinda closer together. But unfortunately even make misunderstanding the hunters of the material gibah.
"Here you are, you are adults, we immediately make a proposal to Melinda's parents. It's better to date after marriage freely want to say too" Gibran suddenly danced from behind Zehan out of nowhere.
"That's a great idea ! How's Mel, you ready me to apply?" zehan said deliberately raising his voice and making Melinda more downcast embarrassed with frustration because of the behavior of his boss. Although he was glad in heart because he knew, Zehan did so to defend him.
"Where's Jun?" gibranian.
"I'm the way Linda is" Hejun replied shyly embarrassed meow. Gibran suddenly goosebumps when he sees Hejun who is usually like a doberman pinscher dog that always looks fierce, fierce and stiff. Yes even so it must be admitted that the dog also has a very loyal nature to its owner is also classified as an intelligent dog.
"Well then I'll propose to this beautiful lady after my wife's 7th monthly event, how is Miss Melinda are you ready if the application is about two months from now?" zehan asked with a big smile, his smile looking sincere and warm like the smile of an older brother to his younger sister.
"I'm sorry, but not intentionally mbak" --"how the hell if the road-wild dong," Zehan slightly turned his head and saw the commotion from the tail of his eyes, a thin grin appeared on his lips, also on the lips of Hejun, Melinda, and Gibran.
"Waah, it seems like it will get even more rowdy if they know when your wedding reception will be held at the Chakra Venue.
"uhk uh..!! Chakra venue sir?" Melinda coughed in addition to choking on her meatball sauce because she heard Gibran say about her wedding reception building if she married Hejun.
How not, it is one of the dream places of his marriage since long ago. Chakra Venue is a restaurant located in The Breeze, BSD. But with the presence of a chapel in the middle of the lake so that the place is often used as a wedding venue with the concept of a unique place. In addition, in the outdoor area of the lake there is also a semi-park that can accommodate up to 1000 guests, this place is very beautiful and romantic at night ! Melinda fell in love with the place when she first came to the place a few years ago with her parents while attending her brother's wedding invitation. The place was one of the strong candidates, although in fact he had to rethink if he held a reception there, because of concern for a less strategic location and no dressing room for the family.
But if a Gibran who is the number two person in his office means all his worries about it is no longer a big problem. Because Gibran's speech was almost the same as the command of duty from Zehan who put to him. And of course everything must be carefully taken care of, perfect and flawless. During this time Melinda was silent about the skewed gossip about her is certainly not without reason, but indeed the gossip was wrong target. The reason why it became a gossip between Zehan and Melinda was of course because of Hejun. Because Hejun had always imitated Zehan's appearance. He did that not want to be rude to Zehan, but more because he idolized the figure of Zehan, so whatever he wanted to imitate him. Zehan also did not mind if Hejun is often mistaken for siblings with his subordinates, after all he had considered him like his own sister, Hejun's face was also handsome, his body was strong and dashing.
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