Your Cold CEO belongs to me

Wedding Day

A late wedding party is being held. Music pounding fast ranging from the slow tempo to the frenetic filled the ballroom Hotel HideAway .

All seemed to dissolve in excitement, only one person seemed to find it difficult to blend in and smile. Jonathan chose to stay away from his family. He was tired of having to force his lips to always spread a smile. Not to mention the cliche questions that are repeatedly asked.

Jonathan took a drink from the tray of a servant passing by in front of him, then walked towards the balcony. He stayed there for a long time, sipping little by little his drink, while looking at the city crowd from the seventh floor of his family's hotel.

"Jo!, ayooo." William pulled his hand.

"What?" Jonathan pulled his hand back.

"On your mother's call, soon the flower show." William insists on pulling Jonathan's hand back.

"Throw what flowers, better throw you off this seventh floor." Jonathan walked away.

"Don't do it, Jo. All told to gather, you're the nuclear family of the only brother cook ga nongol. Nyenengin brother himself in his happy time 'will reward, Jo."

"Tradition throws flowers so that they can go up to the guarantee, right? I am a couple who do not have, who will go up with? Mbok Jum?? Aah, myth it!" Jonathan shook his hand.

"The myth, the name is also for exclamations. Who knows coming home from here you meet the same bidadari tomorrow directly married."

"Ga's interested, you just grab the flowers. I think you're the one who got into bed."

"Ngaco, it's still a long business. Come on, just stand up don't have to fight. Let the girls who wrestle, we just stand as sweeteners row." William never gave up on persuading his friend and distant relatives.

"Haaiiss, shy about playing the game." Jonathan finally gave up. Half-dragged he followed William's steps into the ballroom.

"Who are the jomblowers???" The host shouted excitedly. William pushed Jonathan into the line.

The women scramble to occupy the front row. Jonathan was just grinning when he met some of his employees who were single.

"Eh, there's Mr. Jo. My drawings, sir who knows we both got them together. Can ride the guarantee equally as well," said Cimoy flirtatious.

"By, ride the pelaminan together. You're the one who lifted my chair."

"Iiihh, I'm kidding." Cimoy patted Jonathan on the shoulder without hesitation.

Lazy to serve Cimoy who deliberately attracts attention, Jonathan chose to stay away from the rear end of the row of singles who are preparing to fight over the bouquet of flowers that Hanum and Alex will throw from the top of the guarantee.

"Who would have wanted to come up to the top like this pair of brides??!" The host began to burn the atmosphere. Under the stage, the girls were screaming with excitement.

Jonathan shook his head at the enthusiasm of his relatives, relatives and employees who still had no partner. Already understand if it is just a myth, but still can enliven the atmosphere.

It could at least be a prayer for those who really want to get married soon for worship, but not for Jonathan. Nowadays for couples, love and marriage are taboos to talk about.

"Okay, get ready. Mr. Alex and Mrs turn around first, let's be fair." The host directs Alex and Hanum's position.

"Siaaappp?? satuuu .. duaaaa .. may the one who gets this flower be hastened to get a mate and menikahhh .. tigaaaa .. lempaaarrr!"

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