The Vengeance Of Love

Chapter 27's

“Sayang ... ” call a woman with her potent tone.

“What's up?” ask the man. He looked at the woman who was in his arms.

The woman played the chest of the field that was not wrapped by clothes, with her finger, she made circles as if she were drawing.

He pouted, pursing his lips until the man felt anxious. Soon he kissed her with a little me****t.

“What is hmm ...?”

“I want to go for a walk, I'm tired of always keeping you in the room. May, yes ..you rarely invite me to go together. You are too busy with Iriana, until I was in lupain,” said the woman, she spoke in a sad tone as if she felt hurt and jealous.

“Where is that? I never chose you, I love you both. I just don't want anyone to know our relationship,” that guy named Rainer is trying to give understanding.

“Lying! It's just your excuse, right? Anyway today I want to go for a walk with you, we had lunch at a fancy restaurant,” the door was a little pushy, Rainer sighed and then nodded.

“For my dear what is not? But, I have one condition,” Rainer stared fixedly at Grisel, his second girlfriend.

“What?” grisel asked impatiently.

“Give me one more round, then I will fulfill all your wishes today.”

Grisel quickly nodded. “Whatever you come from you take me for a walk,” Grisel sparkles happily, without waiting for Rainer to start first, he immediately draped his arm around Rainer's neck.

Their initial position leaning on the headboard has now changed so Rainer overtook Grisel. The man looked at his mistress with a lustful hungry look, but they had only finished doing so fifteen minutes ago.

Rainer began to kiss Grisel's red lips, his hands not remaining still, from ear down to neck until just above the chest. Rainer squeezed the two stiffening hills, making Grisel unable to resist making a sound.

Rainer took off the kiss, looked at Grisel with a fixed gaze and said, “Give me your best service.”

****

“Se-fuck it 'is he?”

Sherin, from the second floor of the boutique observes two couples who are kasmaran downstairs. His eyes were now heating up, looking red withstanding anger. His feelings at this moment were jumbled, between regret, hurt and hate.

“How much do I not know about him so far?” ask him to yourself.

A tight grip on the iron fence he moaned, until his nails whitened. His gaze continued to observe Rainer and Grisel who were going around looking for clothes.

While Ravin, the man realized that Sherin had chosen a dress for too long. He turned off his phone and put it in his pocket. His gaze went around looking for the figure of his fiance.

Ravin sees Sherin standing quietly with her eyes down. Curious, Ravin approaches Sherin. He sees Sherin holding something back, and he follows Sherin's line of sight.

Instantly, his eyes were glued to one object, Rainer and a woman he did not recognize.

“Isn't he your sister's boyfriend?” asked Ravin suddenly, Sherin was aghast to the point of jumping so shocked.

“What will you do if I get to the hanger?” Sherin asked back, he rubbed his chest that was pounding incoherently.

“Of course I'm responsible, because you've been my responsibility, right?” Ravin turned and looked at Sherin fixedly.

Then their views met, both of them silent with their respective minds. The noise around seemed inaudible as their gazes locked.

Sherin and Ravin both regained consciousness when they heard the sound of falling objects with a fairly loud noise. Sherin casts his eyes, he sees an officer who is justifying a vase of flowers that was accidentally nudged.

“You haven't answered my question,” Ravin held Sherin's head and made Sherin look at her.

“Which question?” ask Sherin.

“Isn't he your sister's boyfriend?” point Ravin down, Rainer and his girlfriend are still there.

“Iya, she's Iriana's boyfriend. But, why get together with other women?” Sherin returns to her focus of observing what Rainer is doing with a woman.

“Already, rather than observing others, you better quickly choose what model dress you want to wear for the wedding later,” said Ravin while encouraging Sherin to no longer look down.

“You really want to marry me?” Sherin flips over, making him face to face with Ravin.

“If I could just cancel it, but I don't want to be an ungodly grandson,” said Ravin while crossing his arms.

Sherin snorted, turned around again and left Ravin blabbering. “Am I too ugly in her eyes? I feel like I am pretty enough. What kind of woman does she think is beautiful? Iriana? Cih, beautiful from under the bridge kalik.”

*****

“This is all,” Sherin has chosen a clothing model that he thinks is very good, in terms of models and materials let alone prices.

“Well, let me say the same aunt Zanna and she will try to make her dress with your body size,” Ravin nods small, she feels a little relieved because Sherin has made her choice.

Almost half an hour spent thinking. Sherin was really testing Ravin's patience, his legs were already tingling from standing for quite a while.

“After this you come with me, there is someone who wants to meet,” said Ravin, Sherin raised next to the eyebrows.

“Who?”

“Man.”

Sherin sizzled annoyed, he felt itchy to punch the handsome man.

At eleven o'clock in the afternoon, Sherin and Ravin had already arrived at a restaurant. After choosing a suitable dress model, it took another half an hour to measure Sherin's body. Plus another half an hour for Sherin shopping for clothes because the woman was pushy. Fifteen minutes were spent on the trip.

Ravin seems to be kapok, he no longer wants to accompany a woman shopping especially for formal things like this.

“Sexual good lunch?” sherin asked, in her hand were three paper bags with different contents.

“He'em.”

Ravin booked a private room, as he invited someone to discuss. It was located on the second floor of this restaurant, and it turned out that when entering there was already a man who seemed to be waiting for the two of them.

“Zi, been a long time?” ravin asked as soon as he had landed his butt on the chair.

“Quite long, ten minutes,” replied the man Ravin called Zi, because his real name was Enzi, a famous music producer and musician. Someone who creates a song.

“Ten minutes not long,” denied Ravin, Enzi did not care.

Now that Enzi's gaze turned on Sherin, he observed Sherin with a frown.

“Who is he?”

“Candidate Diva in the future,” said Ravin made the wrinkles on Enzi's forehead deeper.

“Means?”

“Ah, I have not introduced huh? She's Sherin, I plan to make her a singer in Star Entertainment,” explained Ravin.

Enzi was surprised. “Why don't I know? You are so sudden.”

“Because I haven't officially announced it yet,“ said Ravin lightly and Enzi could only shake his head because he was used to the nature of the boss.

“So, why did you ask me to come here?”

Ravin confirmed his sitting position, now he looked at Enzi seriously. Sherin just kept quiet.

“I want you to create a song for her, and she will release her first album.”