The Qatar Taipan the Heart Thief

Chapter 5

"Please this, this and this" said Nami, he approached Leha who gaped into the expensive goods store. His servant also wore a suit and gloves.

Welcoming Nami, Sara and herself was so friendly, like they were a royal family.

Very different when he used to be spg in itc, he only uses t-shirts and jeans.

In fact, not infrequently Leha's voice runs out because she screams to call customers. 

"Sister, look at the goods first, if interested"

"Let's go in, this is Ascantik lejing, Syaruni veil, this is a syar'i ricis hijab, Prili negligee, Aliandio kolor come here kak stay select"

Everything is so different, though, 

"Leha, try"

Leha was just a manut, she still did not expect to try clothes from this famous brand, fearing she followed the beautiful boulevard shows of the dressing room.

He saw the dresses hanging. Leha tried it one by one. He was only with Nami in this store, while Sara, he would follow.

Nami just nodded whatever Leha was wearing, her body was not as tall as the model but very proportional to the curves and protrusions that fit.

Maybe you could say Leha has body goals. Working odd jobs, a day he could have 3 to 5 jobs. Make himself do not need to take the time to exercise.

"I took it all" 

Nami handed her black card to the cashier. Leha refused, but she remembered Isak's message, "Receive whatever Mother loves"

Even if it's not good, he should accept it. If it's not good to love Ha's cat! The goddess of his crossbar commented on his thoughts.

"Bun is at this hour, let's go back to the hotel.if it's too late the mother's soulmate sagging" Sara came with a paper bag, in her left right hand.

Back to Hotel. There the make up team had been waiting for their arrival.

Leha immediately dragged some women into the room.

"Eh, Bun …"

"Let's be calm, baby, you will be the most beautiful in the gala dinner later" said Nami from outside.

He went into his room ready to be dressed.

The women are busy dressing up as well as the men who are ready with their respective taxa. They wait for their women to finish.

***

The hotel lobby is starry, a lot of people are gathered, journalists are lined with lines that restrict them. The red carpet awaits.

A black limousine was parked in front of the lobby. Journalists are ready to take their cameras. Ibrahim Family. The senior sobs went down, the middle-aged man who still looked handsome was also dashing waiting for his beloved to come down.

He extended his hand to Nami. Although they are old, the romance of both is like a new couple. Warm and sweet.

Then the firstborn. Which then he did the same thing as his father, extending his hand to a tiny woman, Journalists wonder who the woman who the eldest son took with him. Journalists continue to target Isak and Leha's couple. They look harmonious.

Isak's happy smile while holding Leha was caught on camera by reporters. Shouts of reporters questioning who Leha is, not getting the slightest answer from the Ibrahim family.

Following Sara with her fiance and finally, there was Nalen who came alone. Journalist shots are no less than Isak.

The two princes of the Ibrahim family did attract attention. Many high-class businessmen were eyeing the two of them to make them sons-in-law.

And the reporters will not miss the two Ibrahim princes, they do not want to miss taking pictures of both for the benefit of their newspapers.

The nervous Leha became increasingly nervous, but Isak tightened his grip, making Leha focus on Isak's grasp.

Leha wore a dark black and blue blend dress. Isak wore all-black clothes with a long, thin tie in dark blue.

Leha wore a wig, her hair made long dark brown, wavy. So pretty. Her blustery cheeks added to her beauty.

Isak even had to chortle many times to wake himself up. 

"No need to be nervous about me" whispered Isak. Leha was too nervous she did not expect the gala dinner Sara told her would be as great and as big as this.

Isak took Leha to the ballroom they were walking to sit at their table. There are a lot of football players.

The atmosphere was bustling, each team had representatives of ten players. And when Leha looked for the idol Leha could see Naymar sitting not far from her.

It felt tight because of the joy Leha could feel. He held Isak's hand tightly.

"Why you?" Ask Isak.

"I-it .. i-it's Neymar?"

Leha shamelessly pointed towards Neymar who was smiling showing his neat white teeth. That toothpaste smile. A smile that could sedate Leha.

Isak followed Leha's direction. Look where Neymar is.

"Well, that's Neymar, why?"

"I'm a fan, I'm a fan!" Said loudly.

"God! Lord my husband we meet! My hubby!" Leha's concoction with glazed eyes.

Isak felt an unpleasant feeling. Seeing Leha's reaction, the woman's eyes began to glaze over.

"Don't be embarrassed! Stop crying, I'll take you to see him"

"really?"

"really?"

"Deliver!" His whisper when he saw some people watching them.

Leha covered her face. He was moved but listening to Isak's warning he endured his cries.

Leha breathed back her snot. Resist all its novelty. 

***

The gala dinner is heading towards the end and many of them have returned, one of them being the idol, Neymar no longer looks at his nose.

Leha scowled. Isak. The man lied to her. Neymar has returned to his hotel without Isak bringing them together.

He followed Isak's broad steps. The man wanted to go home quickly to avoid being chased by reporters. Leha stepped in a loud stomp on the floor with the knock of her high heels that hit the floor hard.

Of course Isaac did not care. It wasn't his fault, was it? if Neymar goes back to the hotel first. He also did not have to bother to hold back the footballer just for the woman he just knew for a few hours. Isak is grateful for that.

"Bas based on a trick!" For him.

"Mang PeHaPe!" Grunts again.

A DUG!

Jpret! Jpret! Jpret!

Leha turned her body. He stared at the back of Isak who stopped suddenly.

"He was not aware that his body was as big as a giant!" His grunt. He rubbed his sore forehead.

"Sir Isak Junior, who's the woman you're holding?"

"Sir Isak, is that your fiancee?"

"Is that your new boyfriend?"

"Sir Isak the beautiful woman behind you is really your lover?"

"Can you introduce us to your new lover Mr Isak?"

Jpret! Jpret! Jpret!

Leha peeked out, from behind Isak's body. Hearing the sound of commotion in Arabic, made Leha want to say Amin in every journalist she spoke.

Not the njai Ha! His spirit warned Leha.

Somehow the custom of +62 countrymen like himself every time he heard the Arabic roar and dress, the souls of the believers were called. Dumfound.

Jpret! Jpret! Jpret!

Leha dispelled the flash of the camera light as well as the firelight from which the journalist had. It is the true intention of these journalists.

"Stay near me"

Isak grabbed Leha's tiny body and protected her from the Journalists' shots. Leha was dragged towards a black car, with Isak deftly removing her coat, he opened the car door and pushed Leha's body slowly into the car.

When Isak will close the car door. He approached Leha.

"Cover your face with it" Isak's head stomped towards the suit that was on Leha's lap.

"Cover now!" Debuman the door is closed.

Leha snatched more manyun. He followed Isaac's orders, covering his head with the man's suit. Even his body he made slumped down.

"Is that so ugly of me?" His grumbling.

Leha felt the steering chair beside her had been filled with people. Leha peeked, Isak's figure was driving with one hand.

The man rolled up his shirt revealing a sturdy arm. Leha gulped her saliva. He could see the veins poking at the back of his hand.

The man was focused on the streets. His right hand moved to the gear, he moved the object with his left hand busy turning the steering wheel.

Leha's eyes stared in amazement with a gaping mouth. Not to mention coming back with his left hand Isak loosened his tie. The sexy figure went up and down tempting Leha to kiss him.

What a sexy creation you are, Lord! Inner Ja lang Leha cried out howling to touch the apple adam belonging to Isak who came up and down.

"Create your servant O Lord!" ogre. Some more! Leha unconsciously voiced her heart.

Isak glanced at the behavior of the strange woman in the chair next to him.

"Don't dirty my car with your saliva! I don't want to wash my car seat with soil and water seven times!"

The jolt resuscitated Leha. He tried to peer into the back of Isak's car, looking for what the reporter was following them.

"What dog am I!" Back Leha grumbled.

He didn't find a stalker. Leha breathed a sigh of relief. He sat back down normally. And as he was about to open the suit that covered his head.

Isak's hand stopped him. 

"Don't!"

"This road is a lot of cctv! I'll take it off if I tell you to!" Leha only glanced in annoyance at Isak. He folded his hands on his chest.

Without Leha knowing, Isaac raised the corner of his lips. He found a new toy.

Tbc.