Wedding Disasters

Prologues

"Wine! It's late for me to believe it." Xora glanced at the watch. It's five minutes to get to the fancy restaurant to meet a client who's already scheduled well into the day. Reportedly, this one client should not be disappointed. Very very very important person. Preferential. And very perfectionist.

"Sir, I'm down here. Here's the money" Xora said as she hurriedly opened the taxi door and half-run to the location.

"Silence, Xora. The place is up ahead. Stay a little while. Let's hang on, your reputation is at stake here" Xora murmured while cheering herself on.

The sound of a long bell made him stop in the middle of the road when going across. Then followed by a terrible mockery of the person in the car just now. With a foolish face, Xora apologized as she walked to the edge.

"Suck!" xora's Overestimation. Slow again.

Xora stops right at a five-star restaurant. He calmed down for a while while neutralizing the sweat discharge that had poured profusely. With a piece of paper from inside the bag he fanned his face and it felt like he wanted to reach the armpits as well. Fortunately, he could still hold back. If not, maybe the shape is like .. ah it is not necessary to imagine.

The girl circulated her views, looking for her client who will be carrying out the wedding next month. Beautiful characteristics. Okay, according to Xora, she's pretty. Unfortunately only these traits came out of the mouths of Reno-her co-workers.

"Can I help you, ma'am?"

Xora. A well-dressed woman greeted him from behind.

"Oh, I want to see a client."

"If you may know what his name is?" ask the woman politely.

"Kania Wiratama."

As if he understood immediately, the woman in uniform immediately nodded. "On table number five. The one in the white shirt. That's Ma'am Kania."

Xora followed the lead. From where he stood, he saw the woman in white clothes sitting behind him. "There's still a lot, yes, Ma'am," Xora replied as she walked in. Occasionally he steals glances into the walls of restaurants dominated by antique European-style mirrors. As a wedding organizer, appearance is the main thing, must be convincing. The way of speaking should also be considered. If not, the client lives a memory.

"Good day, Sister Kania," said Xora shortly after arriving at Kania's table. The woman looked up and smiled cynically at Xora.

Dislike signs. If this is a game like a dinner dash, the chances of the heart drawing on its head have been reduced by one.

"I'm sorry I'm a little late" Xora said later.

"It's okay. Please sit down," replied the wavy long-haired woman. Still without a smile.

"I want a luxurious wedding, magnificent, charming all visitors," said Kania suddenly. "The nuance is maroon and gold" he continued.

Xora still listened to her client carefully.

"It."

"Have you?" repeat Xora while repeating the word already belongs to Kania.

"Yes. It's been. Already done. I trust all of you. You are recommended because your reputation is above average. Don't disappoint me" Kania said. "Oh yes, decorations and others I leave everything to you. But not for the catering. We meet here next week. Bring the best caterers in town. Okay well? I have to go now. There's a meeting in half an hour." Kania smiled faintly towards Xora then left her gawking. Gawking because not a single opening word came out of Xora's mouth. Then, he was still gawking because dealing with Kania Wiratama was not as difficult as his colleagues talked about.

The bushy-haired girl took the phone in the bag, then dialed Reno's phone number. Shortly thereafter, the incantation switched to the word 'Hello' from Reno's mouth.

Xora: Yes Hello

Reno: How? Have you met Princess Kania Wiratama?

Xora : Yes.

Reno: Keep .... hold?

Xora: Yes. Anyway sorted. It's not as hard as what you're telling me.

Reno: Ah, that's not it yet.

Xora : Relax. He's not as cool as you're imagining, really. Not just his father. Yeah, let me handle him.

Reno: Seriously? Oh my goodness Xora. Thanks yeah. I will treat it later.

Xora immediately hung up the phone call as soon as the word treaty came out of Reno's mouth.