Young Widow Romance

Dinner

The Fajuri Wedding Gallery (FWG)

"Good day, ladies and gentlemen, is there anything we can help you with?" greet a friendly FWG employee.

This afternoon Moehe and Syedza visited one of the galleries owned by Mr. Fajuri, Moehe invited Syedza to discuss his happy day later, ranging from decoration preparation, painting, clothing design and others.

With the face of sumringah Moehe set foot on the front gate of this Gallery, while imagining her happy day that was in sight. But not with Syedza, he put a sullen face along the way, he came here only forced to follow Moehe's wishes.

"Prepare the dress for the party of princess Syedza Fajuri now!" moehe's word while showing the Fajuri Group's identification.

Hearing Fajuri's name, FWG employees are ready to prepare everything quickly, scurrying to and fro to pick up all the best things in this gallery. It is inconceivable how shocked FWG employees are to learn that this pair of humans in front of them is the most important person in the company Fajuri Group.

Why the fucking manager didn't tell us early anyway, if the princess is coming here, muttered one of the FWG employees.

*What kind of surprise is this? I feel like yelling next to the manager's ear fucking it*u, continued the employee grumbled.

FWG employees have never met the subsidiary owner of the magnificent company, because this is the first time Syedza set foot in the weeding Gallery, the company said, so they do not recognize the face of the owner's daughter of the company they work for.

FWG is a small fragment of the Fajuri Group engaged in the field of wedding organizers with its own building large enough to have dozens of employees and a manager who is firm and has high discipline, and, so many employees don't like this.

"Sir, come with me, we will choose the dress first, after that will choose some accesories that the princess needs for the party" said one of the employees politely.

"Eh.. Wait!" Syedza.

"Yes, what's wrong, miss?" ask the female employee who Syedza doesn't know her name.

"First, you don't have to call me 'mr princess' or 'Miss'. Second, you don't have to bend over when you stand in front of me, I'm not that short" Syedza warned the woman.

"But lady, it is fitting that we call you by that call" the employee denied.

"You should know, I'm not a man of honor, my blood is as red as yours, beautiful!" syedza said holding the woman's body in order to be straight with her.

The woman stared at Syedza.

It turns out that Mr. Fajuri's son is not as arrogant as the king's daughters are usually haughty and arrogant as I was told this, the inner female employee.

"If it feels like you need to respect people to the point of prostrating, you're the wrong person, it's not me! it was the steel man who was ahead there!" syedza said, pointing to Moehe, "you can respect her until you are satisfied! Hahahaha," continued Syedza laughing loudly.

Moehe who had been talking to one of the male employees in this gallery, I don't know what they're talking about, seems to be very serious. At once Moehe was touched when she heard a loud laugh from Syedza's lips.

She laughs? Was he happy when I brought him here? Inner Moehe.

"But, Miss___," refuted the woman's employee.

"Just whatever!" syedza said cutting the woman's employee's sentence, "Pick whatever you think is appropriate for me, whatever I don't care! The sarong fabric even if you give it to me is fine, too" continued Syedza indifferently.

Moehe walked over to where Syedza and the female employee were standing.

HAHAHA SHEATH FABRIC? Waitaminute! Waitaminute! I wanted to imagine how this woman was wearing a sarong at the party, Moehe muttered with a smile.

Ciiih! Look, he smiled cunningly so? He's this really crazy, inner Syedza put a sullen face towards Moehe.

So adorable, so adorable! Inner Moehe observed Syedza's expression.

 

19.30 Local time

Tutt..

Tuout..

Tuout..

"Yeyy! I called you so many times, I can finally hear your hoarse voice," cried Syedza.

"Say! What's up?" sahut Rizwan from across there.

"Darling, can we meet tonight?" syedza asked trying to gather his mood.

"I'm in another job that requires overtime" replied Rizwan casually.

Actually there is no job that is so important, if you want Rizwan could have gone out to dinner with his girlfriend right now. But rejected it he felt useless just spend time.

"Pleeasse darling, I beg you this time," whined Syedza Memelas.

What's up with him? Not usually he invites me out not on weekends, Rizwan's mind.

"I'll just spend dinner with you for tonight, I want to talk seriously, I beg you this time you grant me this request," Syedza told Rizwan.

Rizwan thought for a long time, then answered Syedza's request, "Alright, we will have dinner at my house only, the chef in this house has prepared dinner," with the weight of the day Rizwan agreed Syedza's request.

Syedza hung up on him agreeing to ask his girlfriend to have dinner together at Rizwan's house.

***

Braakkkk!

"Are you playing me? Haahhh?" the sound of shard splashed to the floor, continued the swearing from Rizwan's mouth.

"I'm sorry, baby! I can't refuse it" Syedza pleaded.

"Aren't you duplicating, honey? Tell me, tell me you're kidding me" whispered Rizwan gently in Syedza's ear.

Yes, this is how Rizwan, his mood is very easy to change, sometimes being a very gentle and very subtle person, sometimes also quickly changed into possessive and temperament. Two years of a close relationship with Syedza, making Syedza understand how the nature of his lover and how to deal with it with patience.

Syedza was still crying until sobbing, unable to say a word.

"Aahh you, don't make me curious about this plan, you're not acting drama Aprilmoop for me, are you?" Rizwan still spoke softly in Syedza's ears.

Good timing, it's April 1st, I'm sure he's preparing an Aprilmoop surprise for me tonight. The more curious, not usually like this, inner Rizwan.

"I-I'm not kidding, baby. The party will be held the day after tomorrow" Syedza replied stammeringly.

"Well, now you answer me honestly!" exclaim Rizwan firmly.

"Are you lying?" ask Rizwan to investigate.

Syedza replied quickly, "no!"

"Are you lying?" ask Rizwan again.

"No!" answer Syedza.

"Are you lying?" Rizwan Repeated his question up to 3 times.

"No! Nah! No!" answer Syedza aloud.

Plakkkp!

Plakkkp!

plaqueskk!

Loud slaps on Syedza's left and right cheeks, made the woman grimace in pain.