When you kissed me

35. What was?

An hour later, Fani finally arrived at the elite housing complex. Once inside, Fani drove her car slower. The car glass has been opened, with the slow pace of the car, Fani's eyeballs with jelly observed every number hanging on the foundation of the edge of the gate.

Number 24. That's what Moli sent. Means this luxurious and large house is what Fani is looking for. Without waiting too long, Fani also pressed the car horn button several times.

The gate seems to have been pulled by someone, but when Fani was about to drive her car to enter the yard, suddenly one person appeared and prevented it. He was standing right in the muzzle of Fani's car.

“What the hell is it?!” ask Fani wonder. He poked his head through the open window of the car.

A brown-skinned man with a thin mustache above his lips, approached. With a short-sleeved shirt shirt, of course it looks clear the muscle lines that protrude there. Seeing that, made Fani to swallow her saliva because she was a little afraid.

“Sorry, who are you, Miss?” asked the man, without caring that the look in his eyes made a woman in the car goosebumps in fear.

After gulping back, Fani blinked once and then began to move her twisted lips. “A-I. Yes...” so replied Fani stammeringly.

The man turned to his friend who was still swiftly standing beside the gate. After getting a wink and a head bob from him, the man standing near Fani immediately nodded slowly. Now his eyes have turned again to face Fani.

“Sorry Miss, you are not allowed to enter.”

The reply left Fani astonished. “Why? Is something wrong? I was the friend of Moli.” Both of Fani's eyebrows are already intertwined.

“Intinya, you can not enter.” And so the man said before the gate was closed again.

“This why? How come I'm not allowed in?” ask Fani who is starting to feel something awkward.

Fani has closed the car glass. In the car, Fani did not stop asking the air. Ask what's really going on in there. This is very suspicious! Moli cried, then she who was a friend was not allowed to go inside.

“Oh yes!” Fani raised both eyebrows together. “Gue try calling Moli aja.” Fani swiped the phone screen and called Moli as soon as Moli's number was found.

“Halo!” Fani's voice instantly rose. The recipient has not yet responded with his voice. But, Fani's ears can catch the soft sound of Moli's nose stuffing.

“Halo, Fan...,” his voice sounded raucous. “Kok elo has not come anyway?! I have been waiting for you to know!”

“Ck! I've been in front of the house elo, but I'm not allowed in.”

Upon hearing Fani's reply, Moli who was originally curled up immediately sat up straight. “Serious?!” moli asked reassuringly.

“Iya! I'm in front of Elo's house, this!”

Sontak Moli immediately crawled down from the bed, running towards the balcony. As soon as the door opened, Moli immediately rushed to the edge of the balcony. With the phone still attached to his ear, Moli's gaze was immediately fixed down where Fani's car pulled over.

Down there, Fani got out of the car. When he heard the exciting call from Moli, Fani immediately dyed.

Fani looked up. “Hei! Down!” Fani shouted while covering her forehead with a palm due to the glare.

“Gue not allowed in. Elo down!” shouted again.

Automatic Moli directly frown in wonder. He immediately remembered some of his papa's personal people who were wandering downstairs. Maybe Fani was banned from entering by them. Surely it's.

Moli turned off the phone. “ Wait! I got off.” Shouted Moli and after that instantly turned towards the first floor.

As soon as Moli's footsteps reached the last step of the stairs, Moli's heart immediately stopped. His right hand had already landed pressing on his chest along with his mouth opening. While her pretty eyeballs are pushy like they're going watery.

“A-what is this?” moli asked in surprise. Right now his eyeballs had captured one extremely amazing sight. It should be very beautiful if at the sight of the eyes, the heart may also be joined in celebrating smiles.

But, what is this? A magnificent luxurious decoration has been arranged neatly in the main room of the palace owned by Gibran. Moli's legs feel like they're softened like they're boneless. Is this the beautiful luxury decoration of a wedding? In just four hours, this room has changed in flower garnish and sparkling curtains. A square table with a green prayer mat is ready to be available on orange carpet. Is that the place to put the kobul ijab?

Moli was so stunned. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow. Moli's gonna be in a man's closet soon. Instantly Moli's body slumped until sitting with his knees landed first.

“Moli! What are you doing again?” Mareta who suddenly appeared suddenly crouched down while grabbing both shoulders Moli.

“Ma...,” he said softly. “Moli won't marry, Ma. This is called coercion!” Moli cried again, even she forgot her own friend who was waiting in front of her house.

“Not to cry!” hardik Gibran suddenly. He seemed to not care how Moli suffered at this time.

“You should be grateful! Because papa, you can marry a handsome and established man.”

Moli clenched her hands together with her teeth tightening together. After breathing out, Moli immediately stood up. His eyes were straight at Gibran who was also staring at him.

“Papa Kira Moli has not sold yes?” His eyes squinted with his head turned defiant. “I have still got a look, no need in a matchmaking, I can also find a handsome and well-established man. No need for help papa.”

Plaque! One slap landed rough on Moli's cheek. Moli is back. This time by following his moist and watery eyes.

“This is what papa lakain can do for Moli? Bluffing, snapping and slapping.” Moli raised the tip of her lips while snorting. “That's how papa..” he added again in follow fierce gaze.

Gibran seems to have raised his hand again, but hurriedly directly on the edge of Mareta by embracing Moli.

“Enough, Pa!” Mareta turned her head in a still embracing position holding both shoulders of Moli.

“I beg you, stop slapping Moli! Papa looks like a man who has no authority at all. Enough and don't get stuck again!” Mareta threw away her face and led Moli upstairs to the room.

Where he stood, Gibran was only still glued with both hands still at the waist. Fortunately, the stylists of this room had left earlier, it seemed like there were only two private people who eavesdropped behind the curtains towards the middle room.