Twins A And Miss Cheriwis

Chapters. 395

Abash continued to walk behind Sifa, occasionally lowering his hat and allowing the sagging glasses down.

Sifa sat in the reserved seat, and Abash sat in her seat a few seats away from the woman.

Suddenly a man sat down next to the chair that Sifa was sitting in, making Abash shocked and unacceptable. After Abash, Papa Arka had bought all the chairs near Sifa, so that the woman could sit alone without anyone next to her. Papa Arka knew that the child was very jealous. It was impossible for him to miss a chair that could make his wife sit with someone else, what else was a man.

Abash who saw that became furious. His hands were clenched with hardened jaws. An uneasy feeling arose in his heart. Should he reprimand the man and open his disguise?

‘No. I can't go there, the man's inner’ breaks his fist. He took his breath and exhaled slowly, trying to calm down and not wanting to mess up everything he and Papa Arka had planned. If Abash opens his disguise, then all his plans will be in vain. But, what if that man was bothering Sifa instead?

Seeing the flight attendants walking towards the passengers and warning the passengers to wear seat belts, Abash got a brilliant idea.

"Excuse me, can I ask you a favor?" pinta Abash to the flight attendant in a quiet voice.

"Yes?" the beautiful flight attendant approached and slightly lowered her head as Abash moved her hand for the woman to approach.

"Look ... actually I am the husband of the woman sitting in the E chair, I have also booked a chair that is next to my wife for no one to sit on it, he said, I saw a man sitting next to my wife. Can I ask for help to throw the man out and tell him to sit in his own chair?" abash said at length while pointing at Sifa who was there. The flight attendant glanced at the woman Abash meant. His forehead shriveled at the man's words.

"If Miss is your wife, why don't you just sit there, Mister?" ask the flight attendant in surprise.

"Emm, actually I am undercover and want to give a surprise to my wife while in Bali later. That's why I'm asking you to please Miss" said Abash.

The woman nodded her head in understanding. He smiled and said, "Alright, I'll check the ticket of the man sitting next to your wife. But, if the ticket is written with the same bench number as your wife, I'm sorry, I can't throw her out" the flight attendant explained.

"Alright, I understand," Abash replied as he nodded slowly. However, he was sure that the man was indeed the wrong chair.

"Look, I will demand this plane if anyone dares to sit next to my wife" Abash said, clenching her hands in front of her mouth that rattled from her teeth.

Abash kept an eye on the flight attendant, seeing that the flight attendant came to the man Abash was referring to and started talking to the man.

"Sorry to disturb your comfort, may I see the ticket?" the flight attendant said to the man before her politely and with a friendly smile.

"Emm, what's up, huh?" asked the man. Confused of course because the flight attendant asked for his ticket.

"I just want to make sure, are you really sitting here, Mister?"

"Yes, this is my chair. Why the hell?"

"Sorry, can I check it?" ask the flight attendant again politely.

"What the fuck? Just so you know, yes, this is not my first time getting on a plane, so where might I choose the wrong seat," the man annoyed as he stood and pointed at the flight attendant loudly. His face was red from anger being reprimanded like that. Some of the people who were there looked at the man with a strange look. Sifa was the same, staring at the man who had been disturbing due to his screams.

Suddenly a senior flight attendant came and asked what was going on. The young flight attendant whispered to her senior, making the woman whose age she was above nod her head in understanding.

"I'm sorry, sir. Can you please work together to show your ticket? If you're right to sit in this chair, then please show me your ticket, Sir," ask the more senior flight attendants politely.

Feeling that he would be humiliated, the man told the truth out loud.

"Alright, to be honest, this is not my chair. But, there's no harm if I sit here? After all, this Miss does not forbid and instead gives permission. Aye right?" the man told Sifa.

Sifa looked at the man and frowned deeply, as she felt like she had never heard if the man next to her was currently asking her permission to sit next to her.

"Well, miss?" repeat the man with an intimidating look. He hoped that the woman beside him would agree.

Abash heard it from where he was sitting. He had already clenched his hands looking at the brave interaction of the man to his wife. The man was ready to stand up to approach the jerk.

"I'm sorry, I don't think we've ever spoken to each other before" Sifa replied firmly.

The man rounded his eyes, annoyed by Sifa's reply.

"Well then, can I see your ticket, sir?" the flight attendant said with a firm tone asking.

The man was forced to pull out his ticket from his wallet and show the flight attendant.

"Please sit in your own seat, Sir," the senior flight attendant said after seeing the ticket.

"Can't I sit here? I feel nauseous sitting in the back," the man said with a sad face, a reason that was clearly unacceptable to Abash so he wanted to scatter and punch the accuser.

"Sorry, Sir. Can't, please you go back to your place," the senior flight attendant refused and pointed the way for the man.

Actually, Sifa's identity was already known by the senior flight attendant, because Papa Arka asked the airline to make sure if his favorite son-in-law was really sitting alone. And if it is proven that there are other people sitting next to Sifa, then the airline that is being boarded by Sifa at this time, must be ready to receive a little shock given by Papa Arka. The consequences they would receive would not be playfully floated by the middle-aged man.

To avoid unwanted threats from Papa Arka, the airline made sure Sifa was sitting alone with the seat remaining empty next to the woman. There were some special people appointed to watch over Sifa until she reached her destination.

Abash looked at the man and breathed a sigh of relief, for there was no one sitting next to his wife.

He looked at the man in the back seat. His face looked a little sour because of the incident.

“Only if he approached my wife again,” angered the man, then lowered his head hiding behind the back of the chair as he watched Sifa turn his head.

The plane started taking off and flying. Split the white clouds and display a very beautiful view when it has reached a certain height.

Sifa turned to the window, looking at the beautiful scenery outside, but it felt silent in her heart. The woman was lonely and missed her husband.

"Mas, if you were here, maybe I wouldn't feel lonely," Sifa said with teary eyes. Sifa let tears flow down her cheeks, ignoring the astonishment that had alighted because the plane was full, but around her seat there were still some empty benches.

*

Sifa sighed softly, glancing left and right. The suitcase is in front of him. She was waiting for someone to pick her up at the airport. As said by the boss, if he will be picked up by the hotel where he will stay tonight.

Sifa glanced towards the watch. Waiting for a few minutes, he turned to someone who had just come and rebuked him.

"Miss Sifa?"

Sifa nodded her head, she looked at this man before her, who was wearing a uniform with the inscription that Sifa thought it was the name of a hotel.

"Include me, I am Arya, I am the one who was sent to pick you up" said the man named Arya.

"Ah, yes." Sifa nodded her head.

“Let me bring your stuff,” said Arya. Sifa let Arya take over the suitcase she was carrying.

"Come, over here, Miss."

Sifa followed the man and got into the car bearing the name of the hotel where she was staying after Arya opened the door.

Abash follows Sifa and notices how she interacts with his wife. A little jealous because Sifa talked to other men, but want to how else for the smooth mission.

Abash finally got into the car that was waiting for him. He had to follow the car carrying Sifa and make sure that the wife was safe even though the man was the one who was sent from the hotel.

Travel long enough to have been taken, Sifa felt bored on the trip so she fiddled open her phone. She stared at the gallery with the faces of herself and her husband. Still hoping that Abash will catch up with him to Bali.

Sifa smiled wryly. ”Which is possible!” he muttered while turning off his phone.

The murmur was heard by Arya from behind her wheel.

Arriving at the hotel, Sifa made a reservation. The hotel manager happened to be at the reception desk and welcomed Sifa. The man deliberately prolongs the process of chek in that Sifa did. The manager is also waiting for news from Abash, whether the husband of his guests has now entered their bridal room or not.

Sifa puffed her cheeks, feeling bored for reservations when this reservation should not take a long time.

The hotel looks big and luxurious, but the service is not as good as it looks. Remind him that after leaving this hotel, he will give two stars for the value of this place because only to take care of the room was too long he was stuck at the reception desk. Sifa was tired and wanted to lay her body on the bed while contacting her beloved husband.

Cling …

“Please wait a minute,” pinta manager that makes Sifa became very upset. If not his sister-in-law who has booked this hotel, of course, he will go with his suitcase and move to another hotel.

A message went to the manager's phone, where it was from Abash who said he was already in the room.

The hotel manager smiled and spoke to Sifa who looked lazy and noticed the interior of the hotel building.

"Miss Sifa, sorry to wait so long. Here's the room key. Come, let me deliver Miss," said the hotel manager and told his subordinates to bring Sifa's suitcase.

"Yes, okay."

Sifa also let the hotel maid carry her suitcase, then she followed the hotel manager into the elevator and headed for her room.

Sifa frowned, looking at which direction the hotel manager was taking her. It seems impossible, if ordinary employees seem to have to stay in the presidential suite room. The usual room occupied by high officials or sultans.

"Are you sure this is my room?" sifa asked the manager of the hotel after stopping at a very nice door, unlike any other hotel room she had ever occupied. His hand pointed towards the door of the room that was before him at this moment.

"Yes, Miss."

"Not wrong? I'm just a regular employee, where is it possible to stay in a room as luxurious as this?" reject Sifa. "It looks like you entered my room order incorrectly, deh."

"Sorry, Miss, the room order on behalf of Miss Sifa Agustina is indeed in this room," said the manager, looking down and giving a smile to Sifa.

"What time?" Sifa felt confused, which was true that she was staying in this luxurious room. What would Farhan say, if he spent the company's money booking a room this luxurious.

“Eh, briefly. I didn't order this. I want an ordinary room,” reject Sifa while waving her hand quickly in front of her chest. Do not let Farhan protest and make him unable to dwell later.

The hotel manager also opened the door to the room that was intended for Sifa.

"There's nothing wrong, miss. Please come in," the hotel manager assured Sifa.

"But--"

"Sorry, miss, I still have a lot of work to do."

Sifa sighed softly looking at the hotel manager who was now getting away from her and disappeared behind the elevator door, she was finally forced to enter the presidential suite room.

The woman dragged her own suitcase and deeper into the hotel room with a feeling of sadness and worry by thinking of Farhan who might be upset if she saw the hotel bill during her time in Bali.

“I think I should move tomorrow. What price to pay overnight for this room?” annoyed.

"Welcome, dear."

Suddenly there was a voice of a man she knew so well, that it made Sifa stop stepping and look at the man with round eyes.

"Mas Abash?"