The Obsession of the Enthusiast

Wedding Exhibition

"I'll transfer your expenses tonight, you just pay for your bag rent. What are my details," chandra sighed as she escorted Stela to the exit of the waiting room.

"Chandra, is ... That woman was actually a teaser?" ask Stela.

"Temptress? No seductress wears a backpack and sneakers like her," chandra chuckled. "But I admit from day to day he's getting alluring. Probably thanks to you too,"

"Combat? That kayak girl?!"

"Most men don't like excessive women and what they are. We don't understand branded goods. All we know is whether the outfit worn is appropriate and fitting with your body or even more like you," Chandra said.

"If it's discanning, the price of everything I've built can be billions" Stela murmured.

"Yes. My question is, what is it all for? Do you get rich om-om? Or showing off at medsos? Or even offer yourself to the kidnapper?"

"It's aesthetic,"

"You think so? I think you're like a walking display case. Hehe," Chandra chuckled again. "I prefer the appearance of Ma'am Wana. It's fresher,"

Stela somehow instantly held her breath with full of emotion.

I'm being compared to the Eiger! What the fuck'an this guy? This is truly an insult!! Stela was angry.

So before Chandra opened the waiting room door, Stela hurriedly walked up to him, pulled the man's tie over, and kissed him.

Chandra was stunned.

Whatisthis? Thought the man. He hasn't responded to what's going on.

He could only understand the absurd atmosphere as Stela grew increasingly fiercely wringing her lips and hugging her neck to get tighter.

The girl opened her lips and took a sip of Chandra's tongue until the man almost gave up.

Then next, Chandra grabbed Stela's hand that wrapped around her neck and pushed the girl away.

"You... " Chandra sighed. "You trying to take my heart? What other cunning thing are you thinking about anyway?!" Grunt Chandra while removing the lipstick marks on her lips with a sewot.

"Huh? You said that if I wasn't my mother's son you'd have a crush on me, so yeah..."

"Yes but the reality is that you're Bu Yuni's son," Chandra tidied his tie, "Don't repeat it again" he muttered as he grabbed Stela's arm and pulled her out of the room.

Stela brushed off his hand.

"If I could, I wouldn't want to be his son either, but I wouldn't be able to choose where to be born" said Stela.

"Not repeat anymore!"

"How about this?" Stela opened the top 3 buttons of her shirt and revealed her puffed-up chest behind her Victoria Secret bra.

Damnit damnit! inner Chandra when looking at the appearance of Stela.

"More captivating is Wana, or am I?" ask Stela.

It turns out he was jealous! Chandra thought while glued.

"Jawab, Chandra," hissed Stela. She slightly lowered her head and passed the thin cloth from behind her dress down to her feet. And throw it at Chandra.

Chandra bit the corner of her lips, then locked the room and grabbed Stela.

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"If the concept is indoor but made like there's rain coming down from the sky with a crystal lamp, how?" artha asked while sitting on one of the stands and frowned at the party concept show on the laptop.

"We have a layout like that sir, how about this?" Stand guard shows other impressions.

"Well! This is good, as in khayangan," Artha murmured while stroking his long beard. "Where's honey?" artha asked while looking to the side.

Wana's no longer next to him.

Where else is this kid?! artha thought upset. The man glanced around and finally caught the figure of Wana being at the snack counter at the end there.

"God.." she lamented.

Wana was stuffing two takoyaki at once into her mouth and chewed them with vigor.

"We're here to choose the concept of marriage! Eat it later, darling!" Omel Artha from a distance.

Wana, who was feeling attracted from across the street, walked over to Artha before the man shouted again and embarrassed her. "Hehehehe, would you love? Yummy loh!" Wana pointed at Artha with a takoyaki puncture filled the octopus while grinning.

"There is seaweed between your teeth" Artha murmured. She cleaned her teeth with her tongue. "Are you sure you offered me?!"

"Make a pleasantry, but hope you don't want to, I'm a laper anyway," Wana cerocos.

"We've only just come, not even 15 minutes,"

"Give it to you Om, I'm dizzy. Banner writing 'start 50millions' but once we consult the ration can be billions as well!"

"EO relation Opal Group can be more expensive than this. We'll come here so you can choose a design, about the price you don't need to bother,"

"Yes obviously dizzy, you're stingy. If I choose my favorite concept, the cost can be revealed for life!"

"You have a lot of guests, anyway?! The 5000 invitations were all humans?! Or is it the same khodamnya?!"

"Wedding is like this! Are you the only friend of Gwen Doang?!"

"Dinning has 1 friend but he is in a time of grief, compared to thousands of friends but if bankrupt they are all gone!"

"Hey, those 5,000 people were instrumental to me in raising the Opal group,"

"Om, in this country the dragon is only 12, the same bini-bini they become 24, added Chandra Birawa who is still single so 26! 5000 People you can invite a whole building employee!"

"It's up to me to pay,"

"No, mending me eat! It's up to you to conceptualize!" exclaims Wana upset while putting back his notch into his mouth. "You marry indoor, outdoor, in the sea, over the lava, whatever," grumbled Wana.

While the people around them desperately held back laughter from eavesdropping on the talk of these two eccentric couples.

The next discussion is about... Catering.

"There must be a goat bolster," muttered Wana.

"I don't like bolsters,"

"You don't like goats because they have high blood, so think positive!"

"You're the caterer's mostly a desert. Which nation?!"

"When rice is normal, I'll try something I've never done before,"

"Well, you won't wear it all, your dress is tight! Watch out for fainting satiety huh! I'll let you on the podium I don't want to go bopong" Omel Artha.

"Sst noisy ah! My culinary is the main part!" Wana flicked her hand. "You're this cake, this, that, too, same pudding 10 kinds,"

"10 kinds of pudding?!" artha was shocked.

"The pudding is funny darling, the shape of a rabbit has a gold sheet,"

"Yes the rabbit looks like you, but the camperin ran away. Jumping grasa grusu but the edge of the spout can hibernate a month," grumbled Artha.

"Ngomel keep going anyway?! I'm concentrating on thinking, want to choose a bonus stand Sop Oxtail or Giant Meatball!"

"Both times!"

"OK, Mommy, both!"

"Basic bribes," grumbled Artha.

"Well, now drink it,"

"Jeez, it's not finished yet..." Artha complained. They've been two hours at the catering stand.

"There is a type of drink using yakult kayak in a steak restaurant?" ask Wana to the caterer.

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Chandra returned to his desk about an hour later exhausted. Then the man dropped himself on his chair while braiding his tie back.

Crazy, tired of it. How long did I last, really forsir! Chandra grout in the heart.

Bira approached her cubicle, stood in front of her, and stared at it fixedly.

Half cynical, yet there was a twinkle of flirting.

"Lo sticky!" reproofing.

Chandra who was still trying to master his breath only glanced at him at a glance.

"Please delete the footage in the waiting room, bro," Chandra murmured.

"I've been using CCTV cameras since Stela kissed you. Luckily I responded," said Bira.

"Squealing," murmured Chandra.

"But there's something you have to look at on the CCTV footage," Bira approaches Chandra's computer and presses the mouse. "It turns out Ma'am Wana is not alone in cleaning the room Mr,"

"Eh?" hiss Chandra. The man immediately focused on the three people who were brought in by Wana into Artha's work room. "Gue is like a guy" Chandra murmured as he pointed at his computer screen.

"Yes, that's Kevin Cakra,"

"She who was asked yesterday to do the job, right? Mba Wana's alleged boyfriend?" sahut Chandra's.

Bira nodded.

"Hem.

"Yes right?" Bira following mesem-mesem.