Tolerate It's.

Margarita paste

...He is so dressed well, isn't it?...

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The receptionist's eyes were already fixed on him, watching every tap of Jiani's footsteps from his heels. Her hair still remained the same undulating as the butterfly clasps tucked on the top edge of her hair. Her pink dress wrapped her body.

Jiani was already used to getting such astonished gazes. He was amazed at himself, who wouldn't try?

"Hallo, good afternoon and welcome to the Dreamies Hotel. Can I help you?" Friendly to the receptionist.

Jiani smiled kindly back, "I want to find Ilyasa Aldrizayn." Answer to the point.

"Sorry, Brother. But the identity of anyone who stays at this hotel is privacy."

"I have an appointment with him. I was just asking for help calling her room and saying there's Jiani Wu." Evidently.

The receptionist nodded and started calling the room he was heading to.

A few seconds later the call was over and the receptionist was back facing Jia.

"Sister, you can wait in this hotel restaurant later Mr. Ilyas will meet there.." His direction made Jia wrinkle his eel, he did not like being made to wait.

But inevitably he has to go there.

"OKAY. Thank you." - Thank you." Jia immediately breezed away to find the location of the hotel restaurant nuanced like this kingdom.

Jiani began to praise the beauty of this hotel. The architect is cool too. Walking here is the same as in her house makes her like a queen.

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When Jiani entered this hotel restaurant, there were some gazes staring at her while they were having lunch.

Oh, it turns out it's lunch time. It's worth a lot of people, he hesitates to talk to someone here. Afraid of sounding people who will be the length of his business. He was lazy to face the shocking gossip.

Jiani was hungry, she had no time to eat earlier. So now she decided to order some food while waiting for that man named Ilyasa Aldrizayn. Than he's waiting to be a statue to be while eating right? His stomach will be happy with that.

The sound of the song played in Jiani's ears, this restaurant recorded the song We Find Love by Daniel Caesar. Why does it feel like he's looking for love now?

His order came, Pasta Margarita and Maesil Iced Tea because he liked the sour taste, he thought it was refreshing. Even if he is bored sometimes always bite the lemon casually but different from people who see it, they feel pain.

"Hallo's? Jia's? Sorry, I was long. There was a Technical Meeting with my client." A man sat in front of his empty chair.

He was wearing an ash shirt with his sleeves rolled up as well as his black pants. His glasses had not been separated from his eyes, in contrast to the one Jiani had seen yesterday. Perfect and handsome. He likes men who are dressed well.

Jiani smiled faintly welcoming him, "Hi, lunch?" The bargain is kind.

"Yes, I did happen to not have lunch yet. And I ordered that."

Jiani nodded then went back to eating her paste.

"Send the driver?"

"I drove myself." Answer it casually.

"Seriously? Is it because your rich artist drives everywhere by himself?"

Jiani chuckled at that, "I'm not the son of the president or the royal child that should be escorted times. Ordinary aja. I used to go everywhere myself." Obviously, anyways fans are not bar-bar except haters who sometimes like to attack him suddenly.

"Great." He praised her with a warm smile and it made Jiani misfocus with the mole near her lips somehow always look sweet?

"It turns out our food is the same, hahaha." His laughter poured out into Jiani's ears, his laughter was melodious.

What if this guy sings? Because his voice is smooth with distinctive depth.

"So where are we going to start? Sorry in advance that I was presumptuous yesterday and this morning dawn sent the proposal without permission." He started the conversation.

"Father. Can we not talk about it here? Eum.. It's too dangerous to sound people." His voice was still slurred but could still be heard.

"Where to go?"

"How's your room?"

Ilyas immediately coughed when he heard that and made Jiani laugh sensibly that it must be that the man was thinking of a strange thing.

"Sorry, I mean we're talking in your room. Nothing will happen to this, right? Besides talking." Jiani spoke casually while drinking her drink.

Ilyas cleared his throat, "Sure."

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Room with king size mattress that looks neat for the size that has just been occupied and certainly not a cleaning service that cleans because there are still remnants of the bowl used to eat and also the glass blank.

Jiani sat on the single sofa facing the mirror and immediately displayed a view of the swimming pool where there was a small child playing in the water.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy. I just sorted out some of the doang." He said while taking his leather jacket stored in the mattress and he put it in his bag.

"Father. I'm not a great guest that you should respect until everything is loaded."

Ilyas chuckled at hearing that. Then he sat at the end of the mattress facing towards Jiani.

"So... Why do you choose i?"

"Before, sorry, Jia. Can you speak in the usual way when you are with me? Not that I and you?"

Jiani blinked her eyes slowly, only this time there was a correction on how to speak.

"I've seen your movie. And the way you talk is just as rich an Indonesian as usual."

"Yes, I'm acting again. But, okay, Jia changed the way we talk. So why did you choose Jia for you to marry? Eh, wrong. Why do you want to help Jia run for marriage? Because you haven't explained why you want to get married." Ask with a string.

"For reasons. Can I keep it to myself? I can't explain it to you."

"Oh, huh? Yeah, okay lah. Then why quickly choose Jia to be your candidate? Are you not afraid that Jia is a bad person or psychopath? You want a psychopathic wife?"

"Have you ever committed a crime?" He even asked back.

"Eum.. no shit."

"Yaudah, you're a good person, right? And I chose you because of a coincidence."

Coincidence and coincidence. Coincidentally they were too ambiguous, where was there such a coincidence? It's like a movie that's set.

"You're not a stalker, are you? I don't know why Jia feels weird because we meet constantly."

Ilyas chuckled at Jiani's fear. He understood what this slender girl in front of him was thinking.

"Who knows if we're a match, right?" No kidding there.