The Love of Azzalea

Chapter 4. Reunite

Day went by dusk. The sun was running towards his quarrel, dark colors were moving over the face of the sky.

"Azza, hunt not to be late. It's all coming."

Selena waved from the lips of the company's main lobby, carrying a design book.

Tall girl all caught. He walked half-flying from the parking lot, with a purse in hand, a pushy bag up the shoulder. Pink shirt and black span skirt combined.

"Yes, wait for me."

They stepped towards a room, taking a seat in the back. A few pairs of eyes threw an astonished look.

"Since when, was Lena familiar with Azza?" The girl with the seat in front, making a sound.

"Yes, that's what's bothering me too." The woman on his left, chimed in.

The girl with the white blouse approached, wanting to plunge into gossip.

"Lena, that dangerous woman." He said with the tail of his eyes glancing at the back bench. Head and body leaning forward.

The gossiping desire of the three stopped, as footsteps approached. Instantly the atmosphere became quiet. The steps get harder and harder into the ear. Two men entered the room.

"Good afternoon." Mr. Bram, as the design revision manager opened the conversation. The easy man's face next to her, painted a friendly smile.

" Today, there's an important announcement." The manager, while allowing the man in a black suit, took over the conversation.

Azzalea who sat in the back noticed. His gaze focused on the crossbred man who was talking in front.

Deg

That man, it seems, has met.

While Krisna was talking, she did not recognize the girl sitting in the back seat.

The room became boisterous, after Azka's personal assistant, finished her speech, and stepped out of the room.

"Lo, hear Len?. Company party, tomorrow night. Lena nodded her head. While the woman beside him was restless.

"Gue, don't like crowds." Added.

"Must come, not so the message from the President." The blonde girl reminded me.

"Must yes?. You can't possibly be ignored, right, Len?.

" Iye too. But your face is famous. Not coming to be found out. It's different for me."

While the girl with a bag of maron-colored clothing, still could not make a decision.

"Azza, I'm ahead. Go with friends, get a dress, for tomorrow night."

"Must wear a dress, okay?"

Selena holds the cob in the heart. Rough remarks want to be thrown, but stuck in the throat.

Elementary, villages.

"Party time with negligee?. You are-there is." He chuckled, the woman beside him grinned at the horse.

"Bye, I'll see you tomorrow night." He continued, leaving Azzalea who was still sitting lamenting the confusion.

Three friends approached, two women sitting on either side. The woman with the white blouse, took a seat in front of her.

"Azza, be careful, with Selena." The woman in front of him reminded. The woman who was reminded was wide-eyed, pinched in curiosity.

"Emang kenape?" The girl innocently asked.

" We all know her, Selena. It is obligatory to look at yourself." Girl with curly hair, explains.

"Tomorrow you guys, come too?." Azzalea changed the subject. He really doesn't like to gossip. His three best friends nodded.

"You know, we go home. Make preparations." the woman on the left gave her advice. They immediately moved from their seats, with a different purpose.

***

Meanwhile, Dirga felt a headache. His efforts met with the owner of the company, reaping failure.

His feet smashed through the company door, a well-built man trailing behind him, until both of them were in Dirga's study.

"There's an invitation, boss. Tomorrow night at the Ritz Carlton hotel." The man in the black shirt spoke.

The tired-faced man observed the invitation in gold, in hand.

"Company party. Azka's Owner. Right?" He asked excitedly.as if he just got wangsit. Steady man justifies.

"Eeitt, don't try. Azka's not an easy opponent." Invitation to speak up.

"So, science is also superficial. To fight the king. How can we win." Pens at the table, follow blasphemy.

"Prepare clothes, I. Lo, gotta come." Order men with slippery heads. A man with a tattoo on his hand thrusts an envelope.

"Women's data, which you asked for."

The man sitting in his work chair, snatched the proffered file.

"Krek" The man tore through forcefully. A straight finger picks up a paper from inside the envelope. A satisfied smile expands on his lips.

"It turns out, this girl works at Azka's company." He said, full of disbelief.

Instantly, a laugh filled the room. Dirga, stared for a moment at the paper in his hand. His expression was like he had just obtained a treasure.

"Hopefully the girl, out of danger." Tissu at the table, pray. The paperclip and the others quickly secured.

"There's an order, boss?" The tattooed man asked a question.

"Bring one more man, with you tomorrow night. Wait for orders from me!" Rigorously.

The man with the black allusion fell silent. Unbearable feelings, gnawing at his heart, remembering his victim a kind girl. However, he quickly finished off that feeling.

Azzalea, still beset by confusion, contacted Raina, her best friend and the owner of one of the boutiques in the capital.

[PA] Raina......

Moments of silence. The girl was getting more and more unsettled.

[WC] Graceful women, what's up?. Beautiful women are busy taking care of customers.

[PA] Please, I.

[PA] Boutique, you mean?

[WC] Yoy.

[PA] Wok.

Jazz silver with an out-of-town plate, spinning direction, heading for his best friend's boutique.

Selena was standing in a mirror, on her body a flaming red dress was attached. His arms and back were open, showing his white skin, a tall crate model covering his level neck.

Just this dress.

The woman smiled with satisfaction, finally she found a dress that matched her taste.

He was reminded of the ashes in his office.

Azzalea, there's a surprise for you, tomorrow night.

The mirror shook his head. I was amazed by the woman in front of him. "Basic, female villains." With a voice that Selena could not hear.

The girl with the turning eyes, stood in front of the cashier to make the payment.

"Thank you, I hope you shop back." Say girl in the cashier section, with hair shaped bun. Women who receive shopping receipts only give sharp glances.

"Wuah, the jutek." Said the cashier with short hair, when Selena had already sauntered away.

"Maybe another bete." Girl bangs defending.

"It can be." The officer tried to understand. Their chats stalled, with customers getting into the queue lane.

***

While at Raina's boutique, Azzalea is happy to choose some dresses. Basically, she had never attended a party, let alone wore a dress.

"Have you?" Raina asked while turning up half body. His body was silent, his eyes full of astonishment at the scene ahead.

Hate, this?

"Lo, what a beauty, Azza" The praised woman smiled shyly. Cheek color as red as dragon fruit.

"Wuaaah..kalo I'm a man, it's definitely going to be, lo girlfriend."

A pinch landed on his arm.

"Auwww" Her tiny mouth complained. While Azzalea chuckled, feeling good to see her friend in pain.

"Rasain, it's funny." Raina's mouth forms a cone

"Gue said what it is." She resented it with a feigned expression of anger. Then chuckle.

"So, which one do you want?"

"This, fits?" While pointing at the dress attached to the body.

"You choose this, you have to wear high heels 7 cm, let the end of the dress do not step on."

The girl in front of the mirror, getting stressed. Shown, foot pain when wearing shoes that make both calves more level.

"To look beautiful, sometimes someone has to be sacrificed." Raina wiped the stress on her best friend's face.

"Pick the knee-length one. I'll put it in with leggings." Her request.

"Gue sense, you will fit any model of dress. Your body shape is, cool."

"It can be." The praised girl drowned in shame.

"Once in a charming appearance, Let there be an experience.So, you go alone?"

"Where would you like to come?" He asked back.

"OKAY. I happen to have a schedule tomorrow night."

"Thank you, sista" The girl with that special talent, was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Previously feeling upset, when thinking of coming to an unaccompanied party

***

In the main lobby of The Ritz Carlton hotel, there is a queue of luxury cars. The figures of men and women clad in luxurious clothes, exiting the parked car temporarily, in front of the entrance

Some men in batik uniforms, on guard to conduct strict checks, on invited guests. Ensure the event is running, without interruption.

Ayu fence, inside the hotel stands not far from the lobby door. Waiting for guests, making sure they sit in a chair according to the invitation received.

Selena, who had just arrived with other employees, walked into the ballroom with a capacity of 5000 people, on the first floor of the hotel.

The magnificent atmosphere is visible from the decoration of the room. Food and drinks are tailored to the guests. Some hotel officers dressed in white then tares with trays containing drinks.

Tonight, Azzalea wore a dark blue dress, with a sabrina neck shape. Leggin was black, wrapping both his legs. A diamond necklace adorns its neck which looks sparkling white.

Raina walked beside her, wearing a colored dress matching her skin.

"Raina, I'm going to the toilet."

"I'm with you?"

" Don't do it. Wait in the lobby. Just a minute." Raina agreed by giving a finger movement.

The girl in blue dress, half ran towards the toilet. His stomach hurts, because it withstands the urge to urinate. To avoid the queue, he used a special VVIP toilet.

Whatever you want, you have to pay dearly.

The origin of this liquid can be quickly disposed of.

Panic blinded his eyes. His feet ran quickly into the men's toilet.

Bugs

His body hit a man who had just appeared from within.

"Braaak" The thrown handbag spewed out all its contents.

"Auww" He stroked his sick eel. Both legs feel unsteady, the body moves unbalanced. When he will fall to the floor. A pair of burly hands grabbed his tiny body, bringing it into the deck.

"Crackling" The cold voice of a man, pierced through his eardrums.