When you kissed me

2. Meet someone

The car stopped in front of a five-star hotel. A hotel that has the most complete facilities in the city. The magnificent building, towering up to hundreds of floors, indicates that this hotel is intended for celebrities and conglomerates with abundant wealth.

They had entered the hotel building, walked in until they reached the lobby. No need to ask the receptionist, because Gibran seems to already know the place to go. They've entered the hallway. Both of them did not let out a smile on the other guests who walked in the direction of them. Of course, only Moli did not throw a smile at all. Wh-wh-what for? Being here because of compulsion, so don't expect a sweet smile from Moli's face.

Arriving at the party room, Moli immediately circulated her gaze to every guest present. All those in this room, of course they are from the upper classes. Look at! In the east, a woman who was sitting while chatting with her friend, if guessed, every thing attached to her body must be branded goods. From the dress model, shoes to accessories that are coiled around the neck and in his hands, likely carrying a weight of about hundreds of millions of rupiah.

Not only him, the other guests were no different. In essence, this is a society of business people who are twisted. Ordinary celebrities live with pride and arrogance. So did the couple who stood in front of Moli. Who else, of course papa and his mother.

“Goodnight Om, aunt.” Someone approached and shook Gibran and Mareta's hands.

Moli glanced at him with a dislike look. Just first met, but this man had dared to play with his eyes after shaking the hands of papa and his mother. Very disrespectful.

Moli has melengos, just seeing it has made this heart uncomfortable. Do not be forced to get acquainted with him. No!

“Aw!” scream Moli for a moment. “Sickness, Ma.” Moli Protest. His arm hurt after getting a pinch from Mareta.

Mareta immediately rolled her eyes, blinking rapidly encoding Moli to immediately turn to the man now before her by sticking out a hand.

Seeing Moli not warting, Mareta immediately nudged Moli's arm. “Moli!” call him with a stifled voice. Mareta glanced at the man who was still sticking out that hand with a smile.

Moli turned her head, clucked softly and then returned the helping hand.

“Anton.”

“Moli.” Reply with a forced smile.

“Mari om, aunt..” Anton allowed the three of them to join the others.

“I'm sorry to toilet.” Moli said suddenly. He immediately walked back without caring about papa and his mother who seemed to be holding back emotions.

Once Moli is out of sight, Gibran and Mareta can only smile at Anton to hide the embarrassment of Moli's behavior.

“Hai Gibran!” someone called him with a wave of his hand.

He is Jordi, the father of Anton. Gibran's business partner and competitor. They have known each other for a long time. The two have pioneered careers together until now. It was their friendship and friendship that ultimately forced Moli to accept meeting and getting acquainted with Anton.

Why in the business world should there be a match?

Inside the toilet, Moli had snorted several times. Stand half bent with both hands gripping the sink. Her lips sneered, it felt like it was eager to punch her face full of make up. Dressing up for strangers is a bitch. One hand hit hard on the edge of the sink.

After gargling, Moli wiped her wet lips. Afterwards, Moli went straight out and closed the toilet door loudly.

“Sucks!!”

“Eh!”

Moli retreated after her body hit someone. “Go have a look dong! Lo blind... yes..” His speech slowed down at the end of the sentence.

“Elo? Why here?” staring at the man who was now standing before him. The man seemed to be smiling.

It's disgusting!

“Sorry, I just want to chat with you.” Anton grunts.

“Elo just wait there, no need to follow me here.” Grunts Moli, then grazes Anton's arm and steps back into the party.

Behind Moli, Anton is seen smiling, smiling meaningfully. Moreover, his two eyeballs had caught two circles wrapped in the span skirt. Beautiful and amazing. Anton said in his heart.

From the way she walked, the woman looked so seductive. His crazy body contained so perfectly. In his mind, Anton still continued to admire Moli. “I have to get it!” speak in the heart.

“What the hell!”

Mareta blinked quickly, teasing Moli whom she thought had just spoken to Anton. “Moli, you invited Anton to talk, right?”

“But.” Short and solid. His hands clenched together on the table.

Anton, who has now been sitting beside Moli, is actually made more curious about Moli's indifferent behavior. He thought this was a challenge. Challenges of conquering the heart of women. Who the hell, would dare to reject Anton? A grin appeared on Anton's lips.

“Well, is this your daughter Bran? Beautiful once,” praise Jordi. His eyes glanced at Anton who was still seen flirting towards Moli.

“Beautiful yes, Pa.” Connect Anton.

Since I was born I am beautiful! But don't expect me to be the same.

“Of course, he's your son-in-law's candidate.”

“What!” screeched Moli while standing up. Everyone sitting there was shocked.

“Moli!” Mareta pulled Moli's arm, asking her to sit back down. Then a smile covered her embarrassment at Jordi.

Moli finally sat back down. His face increasingly looks sullen, even his hands have been seen clenching each other tightly. It turned out to be true, this event was a matchmaking for her. What do other guests do for? Why are they here? What is this party? Moli clutched her own hand.

“Anton,” call Jordi.

Anton. “Iya, Pa. What's up?”

“Take Moli to chat in the next room, there you can start getting to know each other.”

What the hell does that mean? Moli is getting bigger.

“Okay, Pa.” Anton was already standing looking at Moli to immediately stand up.

“Come, darling.” Mareta pinched softly on Moli's arm and pushed her slowly. Otherwise, Moli would still sit idly by and pretend to be deaf.

“Ck!”

Moli finally stood up and followed Anton's steps towards the other room.

“See, they are very suitable.” Mareta muttered while looking at the two of them.

“Of course.” Saur Jordi's. “They will be a couple this year.” His hand slapped Gibran's shoulder.

Gibran looked straight at Jordi. “You mean?”

“We speed up our plans. You're going to want to, right?”

“Of course. I'm even ready to spend a lot of money just for their wedding.” His chest puffed up while bragging.

Jordi laughing. “I know, we'll make her engagement party first. It will bind them tighter.”

“I agree.”

“I also.” Timpal Mareta enthusiastic.

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