The Love of the Maharani

Meeting at the Bar

At night at one of the bars in Jakarta City

"How did you infiltrate the security system in Daffa's basement? I heard that the security system is the best in Southeast Asia" asked a young woman who looked neatly at the man sitting on the sofa opposite her.

"Of course I have aces everywhere, honey.. There's no way I'm gonna tell you all the U. S. cards I have.." boasted the young man as he downed the vodka from the glass in his hand.

"But is everything safe now? I heard that the waitress was alive and was in intensive care at the central hospital" the young woman said, worried.

"You don't have to worry, honey.. My men have made sure that the son of a bitch's servant can't get back up!" Said the young man in a loud style.

"But." the woman opposite him still looked doubtful.

"It was my fault that I had used that servant to send a message to the Old Weasel. I thought that waitress could count on. I was wrong.." The man again swigged the vodka liquid into his mouth until all the white Vodka liquid in his glass was gone.

"But it's okay.. Even if the waiter can still be realized, then my men just need to deliver him again to the realm of his long dream. It's easy, isn't it?"

A vile smile just glimpsed on the face of the oriental native handsome young man.

Meanwhile, the woman was acting indifferent. Feeling used to the madness of the man in front of him.

The woman was only concerned with the end result of this cooperation between the two. No matter in any way, as long as he can achieve the final goal he wants, then all is legitimate for him.

"Then I'm counting on you, Frans!" Salute the woman while raising the glass filled with the same white liquid that the young man in front of her was drinking.

Then, he took a sip of the alcoholic drink a little. And he cringed. Did not like the burning sensation in his esophagus when the white liquid sipped down towards his stomach.

"What's this?" Ask the woman to talk.

"Vodka. It's a pleasure, isn't it?"

...'Basic psycho! The drink must have been very high in alcohol. It doesn't taste so good! Very bitter!' grumbled the woman in the heart.re3s...

Even so, the woman is quite good at closing her mind from others.

With the most leisurely movement possible, the woman placed the glass in her hand back onto the table. He then wiped the tip of his mouth with a tissue. Resisting the burning sensation in his throat which he immediately wanted to treat with regular drinks. And then answer the words of the young man in front of him.

"Not my type. Can we just order Sherry?" Ask the woman politely.

Frans looked at the woman in front of him with an interested look.

Frans knew that the woman in front of him was the wolf woman who most resembled a sheep. Highly manipulative, elegant, yet keeps its own fangs.

"Of course, you may, my girl (of course you can, my girl)!"

Shortly after, a waiter delivered a bottle of brownish-yellow drink. He poured the liquid in the bottle into a new glass and placed it in front of the young woman.

As soon as the waiter left, the woman took a sip of the Sherry drink she ordered. Slurp.a thin curved smile on the woman's lips.

Sherry's taste that tends to be sweet makes it the most popular wine for young women. Maybe almost all women like sweet things.

Meanwhile Frans looked in disdain at the bottle of Sherry on the table.

"You seem to like Sherry. Doesn't it taste too sweet? Vodka is the best!"

The woman downed the sherry in her glass, only to reply to Frans.

Frans looked attracted to the modestly dressed woman in front of him.

"Then, what's your next plan?" Ask Frans later.

"Our plan, you mean it?" Correction of the woman.

"After making the two people separate, we can only handle it one by one, right? We can start with Anna. I think I should congratulate you earlier, Frans. You will be able to have the woman you desire soon." said the young woman with a faint smile.

"And after that, you can also have what you want, right, honey?" Frans replies flirting back at the woman.

The young woman did not return Frans' temptation. He chose to chug his second sherry glass in silence.

In her heart, the woman imagined the victory she would achieve in a moment.

'Soon, everything will be mine!' the young woman's mind was fantasizing far away.

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When Daffa came home to his penthouse, the night was already quite late. Thankfully, Zion's father's condition was able to stabilize after almost five hours he waited in front of Zion's father's room.

Once Daffa was allowed in, Daffa returned to wait for his father about an hour later.

Daffa really hoped that his father would come to his senses and tell him who had hurt him so badly. Daffa wanted to clean up the rodents that had been gnawing away Zion's power for a long time.

So that after that he could feel calm to leave his father on earth, and return to Nevarest with his wife, Tasya.

Tasya. instantly the oval face of his wife was looming in Daffa's mind.

And a smile appeared on his handsome face.

"Tasya's asleep yet huh.." Daffa glanced at the needle on his watch.

At 21:15 wib.

"Maybe not asleep. Then.."

Daffa tapped on the partition that separated him from Mr. Kiman's view at the wheel.

"Almost go to Molan's ice cream shop!" Say Daffa then.

The young man imagined his wife's face would certainly be sumringah when he saw the souvenirs of his return later. Molan's ice cream was most liked by his wife.

"And I thought, with this ice cream, I could persuade Tasya for two more rounds tonight," thought Daffa with a beaming face.

In front of the steering wheel, Mr. Kiman who heard the slow muttering of his Young Master earlier, could only refrain from grimacing or laughing.

Sometimes Mr. Kiman felt jealous of the romance shown by the couple Master and Young Madam. But sometimes, Mr. Kiman also wants to laugh at the absurdity of the two's behavior in interacting with each other.

A very appropriate picture for a love that is silly yet still beautiful.

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