The Married With My Arrogant Friend

CHAPTERS 1. Prologues

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WM Building Studio Photo Shoot.

This 10th floor building is a building with a boutique and photo shoot studio. Located in the city center, although the building and studio is new but its exclusivity is not in doubt.

His name skyrocketed not only because of the name of the owner, but also because his works were always in accordance with expectations.

WM Building stands for Wardhana and Modnoe.

Who does not know, then please dive in and ask Google then there will be hundreds or even thousands of searches plastered.

The busyness is clearly visible when the crew as well as the models are doing their work.

The flash of the camera flash is not stopping, when a model poses with the direction of the professional photographer.

"Yes! Please put her hands on her hips, more on her hips. Yeah like that!"

Snap! Snap!

"Yes! Nice one!"

While the photographer with his direction, a young woman looked at him with occasional thoughts, about what other concepts he would pour on the scribbled paper in his hand.

Someone who thinks it bites a pencil with its well-kept white teeth, then scratches it and then in the wipe it repeats.

From a distance there was a call calling his name, then he turned his head and found the assistant who saw him with a sparkling look.

"queeneira Bu! Someone's looking, waiting in the waiting room."

"Okay, thank you!"

Storing the tools he had used, the woman__Queeneira stood up from her seat, with her hands carrying a bag containing the supporting items of her workers.

Queeneira Wardhana is 26 years old. Young, charismatic, beautiful with all its charm.

At the age of 26 years, he was able to build his own business, thanks to hard work and perseverance.

This Wardhana-derived young woman is a graduate of a renowned university, majoring in fashion design strata 1 (S1) and also majored in business management for 4 years.

Body goals and the desire of the adam and make the women envious was wrapped in a white dress without arms.

The road with an upright face, also the legs that wear high heels stepped with a firm beat and occasionally he will greet every greeting he received.

"Good day, Miss Queeneira!"

"Good day, everybody. Spirit working!"

Not only replying to greetings, spirit sentences were always thrown so that he was not only a respected leader but also liked under him.

Mumbles with praise how beautiful and perfect she still heard, until she was lost in the turn to the waiting room.

Arriving in front of the room where ordinary guests were waiting, Queeneira opened the door with a single push and the next was the blank she saw.

No one, did I mishear the room.

Out of curiosity he entered the room and closed the door without knowing, if someone saw him from behind with his sharp eyes, deliberately hiding himself.

Nah! Nah! Nah!

Queeneira felt strange about the room he was in, when no one was there, but why did he feel like he was being watched from behind.

In his heart he promised to scold people who often nag him, if it is true when he is being bullied again.

Whereas one only watched in silence, complete with his cold expression.

Okay, I think it's too late, Queeneira's mind is holding back.

He sighed, then turned his body to prepare to take out his sworn words, but unfortunately had to be swallowed again when he saw the appearance of someone, who looked at him straight without expression.

The gaze of the eyes was different from that of the same person, the gaze of the eyes was cold when I used to always see it warm.

The look of the eyes he had not seen for ten years.

Face with a firm jawline, more mature than ten years ago.

Face with mature lines that increasingly look real.

The deg! The deg! The deg!

"No, where possible," muttered Queeneira looking at someone who was in disbelief.

A few moments before ....

The private jet carrying the owner of the plane, finally landed at the city's international airport.

Down with his right hand followed, a person with the male sex turned his head towards the back, then looked straight ahead again.

"Make sure our arrival is not known by any party, Aksa," murmured one, with Aksa clueless.

"Of course, young master," said Aksa, following in the footsteps of the Master, his Boss who had been followed for 8 years, since he was still in school.

The two stepped towards the arrival door, with several guards accompanying, remembering that the person currently walking was an important person, with all his power.

A car with a famous brand, also with a price that is undoubtedly parked neatly in the airport parking lot.

Not one car, but two cars with other cars, the latest type of sports output also parked.

The person stopped his steps, faced Aksa on the right hand, then looked around with sharp eyes without a word, but enough to make his guard shrivel in fear.

"You go straight to Wijaya's office, meet the big master and say, if I have any business for a while," said the person flatly.

"But Mr mud-but

"Hn. I'm leaving," interrupted someone who didn't care, then turned around, approaching the sliver-colored car with a blue list.

A person codes a bodyguard to the key holder, who is understood and immediately gives the key to his employer.

"Mr Gavriel!"

"Eh."

"Sir, are you going there?" ask Aksa to her Boss__Gavriel Wijaya, who just smiled obliquely without answering and entered the car without saying much.

Blam it!

Bruuum!

And then left Aksa who could only sigh tiredly.

Too often with a casual attitude, not to mention any desire must be obtained, Aksa knows if this is a way to diversify his Boss from saturation to the world. Not to mention because it was too long and a lot of the Boss' struggle, to be able to achieve success at this time.

"What to answer if the great Lord asks, the one who is asked does not answer. Uh! Basic boss kamvret," muttered Aksa annoyed, before he got into his own pickup car, headed to the Wijaya company building, only then returned to his own residence.

Gavriel, who is currently driving his car, stared straight at the road.

The sharp eyes that always looked flat expressionlessly at this interlocutor, were idle to his hometown that had changed a lot.

Lots of new buildings that stand, replacing old buildings, when he remembered if before his departure he had not seen the building.

Turning on the GPS on his phone, Gavriel mentions the address of someone's studio building and is immediately shown by the Google map's automated machine, which is currently giving directions.

"Queeneira, I'm back." muttered Gavriel happily.

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So here is Gavriel, in the presence of a young woman

gorgeous__his best friend__love did not arrive, who looked at him with widened pupils.

It seemed like shock upon seeing him, coming over without news and suddenly being in the room, as well as with a sinless face greeting casually as he used to rarely give word.

"Who are you?" queeneira asked with a face pretending to be unfamiliar.

Gavriel looked at the woman in front of him with her eyebrows raised next to her, not to mention the slanted smile that had lately become her mainstay.

A smile that if seen will make women out there willingly open their thighs and whine spoiled to him.

But alas, his slanted smile would come out just for the fun thing for him, well ... An example is when watching for yourself, how the woman in front of him is currently pretending to forget about him.

Just as Gavriel wanted to reply, the vibration in his pants pocket caused him to urinate and he immediately checked his phone, looking with his lips cursing at the name of the sender of the message.

"Damn it, just interrupt."

Then without saying much left Queeneira, who only looked at him with a look of disbelief.

He's Gavriel, you know, the inner Queeneira doesn't believe.

Seriate.

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