
"Come here!" Prince Hans grabbed Mila's hand and led her somewhere. Mila just according to. He followed in the footsteps of the man and stopped by the roadside.
Just at that moment, a black luxury car stopped in front of them. A tall man wearing a full suit came out of the car.
The man smiled warmly then opened the car door for Mila and Prince Hans.
"Come in" Prince Hans told Mila.
"Just a second! Whose car is this? And who is he," asked Mila with her eyebrows intertwined while pointing towards the tall, big man.
"just enter. Don't ask too many questions. Which is certainly this thing that will take us to that place," said Prince Hans while slowly pushing Mila's body into the car.
"Ish, wait a minute!" mila protest. But he was too late. Prince Hans got himself into the car.
"Basic!" grouse Mila while bending her face.
Prince Hans came in and sat down next to Mila. He smiled slightly looking at the expression on Mila's face which was pouting at the time.
The tall-looking man immediately caught up with Mila and Prince Hans. After the couple sat quietly back there, he immediately drove the car to the wedding venue Rika and Rangga.
"It's a real car, isn't it, Prince Hans?" asked Mila with a worried and anxious face.
"Whatchu mean? Of course this thing is real! Can't you see this!" Prince Hans knocked on the door beside his body to make sure that the car was a real car and not a hoax, just as Mila had thought.
"Yes, who knows this is just a toy car that you magic as if a real car. Then in certain hours will return to its original form. Just like in the story of Princess Cinderella," said Mila.
The magical man smiled cynically. "Don't equate me with your fairytale prince, Aurora!"
"Then, who is this guy? Is he a real human being like me or a supernatural being like you?" Suddenly Mila pinched the burly arm of the man sitting behind the wheel quite hard.
The tall-looking man remained silent and did not speak a single word the same as before. Mila's pinch back then was just like an ant bite that didn't cause any effect to her.
"Ish, it turns out he's just like you, Prince Hans. It's just that he can't talk" said Mila with a faint smile.
Prince Hans was silent. However, his sharp gaze remained fixed on the beautiful girl.
A few minutes later.
The car, driven by a large man, arrived in front of a building, where Rika and Rangga's wedding took place.
Mila noticed the place and she was amazed because Rika's wedding was really lively according to her.
"Well! It was lucky Rika. Look, who would have thought it turned out that their wedding was really lively" said Mila.
"Our wedding is much more festive than this" Prince Hans said.
"Ah, stop. We should meet Rika and mas Rangga," continued Mila while pulling the magical man's hand and bringing him into the magnificent room.
Mila noticed a magnificent guarantee that stood firmly in one corner of the room. Looks Rika and Rangga are hanging out there while in style. Following the orders of photographers who are capturing their beautiful moments.
Mila smiled back. Trying to express his happiness in their marriage. Even deep down, there was still disappointment. Yes, it is not as easy as turning over the palm forgetting the figure of the man who had been embedded in his heart for a long time.
"Ah, yes! I want to get to them."
Mila again continued her steps towards pelaminan, still accompanied by the supernatural man. Once there, Rika also screamed hysterically. He was so happy to see Mila coming.
"Mila! Oh, thank goodness! I thought you wouldn't come" Rika said as she grabbed Mila's hand and hugged her tightly.
"Sorry, I'm late. Congratulations, Rik. May you always be happy." Mila smiled then returned a hug from her best friend.
Meanwhile.
Rangga suddenly pecked after finding out who was standing next to Mila. A man who was athletic and had a beautiful face was grinning when he met his eyes.
"How are you, Rangga?"
"Well," replied Rangga stammeringly. The magical man managed to frighten her. Even Rangga's handsome face until paled and cold sweat continued to pour out without he could bear.
Suddenly Rika's gaze turned on the handsome figure standing beside Mila. He who had never seen the figure of Prince Hans before, rounded his eyes perfectly.
"Mi-Mila, who is this guy?" rika asked without blinking a single bit looking at the handsome face of Prince Hans.
"Ehm, he ...." Mila was silent for a moment while glancing at the magical man.
"I'm Hans. Mila's husband-to-be" she replied lightly.
"Prospective husband? Is that true, Mil?" squealing Rika with eyes that re-enlarged. He couldn't believe the statement from the handsome man.
Mila smiled wryly. "Yes, that's how it is."
"Oh my goodness, Mila! Why all this time you never told me that you already have a future husband!" peekik Rika again, who still does not realize who exactly the handsome man is.
Rangga was eager to tell Rika about Prince Hans. However, his lips seemed to be tightly locked. Even to move his lips, he was unable to.
Rika continued to chatter, asking various questions about Prince Hans. However, Mila did not answer him. He just kept quiet and smiled at his best friend. While prince Hans, the man was just silent with a cold expression.
"Ehm, by the way. I'm hungry, Rika," said Mila, who interrupted Rika's conversation.
"Oh yes, I forgot. Sorry-sorry! All right, you should eat first and do not forget, eat a lot," said Rika with half a whisper to Mila.
Mila smiled then shifted her body a few centi. Now he stood right in front of Rangga. Rangga looked at Mila with teary eyes. In any case, he still had such a special feeling for the girl.
"Mas Rangga's. I'm taking Rika, yes. Please take good care of Rika and do not disappoint her. And one more, have many children" said Mila with a wry smile.
Rangga nodded slowly. "Yes, I promise, Mila."
"Ish, you are!" chirping Rica. "From your way of speaking, it's as if you want to leave us," he continued with a bent face looking at Mila.
Mila fell silent with a sad look at her best friend. Rika might forget that Mila is indeed going to go far after this. Leave their world and come to the world of Prince Hans.
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