I thought You were Love
You Sure?

Keenan and Nana's wedding reception is well planned like the feast of a prince and princess. Decorations and treats both events or food and drinks are presented very luxurious. As if to be the grand event of the two great entrepreneurs. No half-hearted guests who attended not only from ordinary people but also politicians, fellow businessmen and there are also artists who are indeed partners of the Janu and Eagle families. 

"Pak Keenan, my feet are pegel," whined Nana for high heels and has been standing up to greet the guests. 

"Take off his shoes." The guest director temporarily stopped the guests who were going up to the escorts to congratulate them, as Keenan crouched down to reveal a little of the dress Nana was wearing and then removed the heels his wife was wearing. Nana clings to Keenan's shoulder to maintain balance. 

Many capture the moment, because Keenan looks romantic and cares about Nana. One of the organizers delivered hotel sandals to wear Nana. Because the dress is quite long so it does not look footwear worn by Nana. 

At nine o'clock in the evening, Nana looked very tired and finally sat in the armchair. Keenan has been circulating greeting invitations that are of course colleagues or people important to the Sanjaya family business.

“Honey, you want to go back to the room?” asked Kayla who saw her daughter-in-law was tired and bored.

“Iya, Mah.”

Kayla calls one of the WO crew to take Nana to her room. “Keenan if awaited for a long time, already looks like his Papa if business work. You just go back to the room, Mamah still want to chat with others.”

Again Nana could not let go of the dress she was wearing. The intention to close his eyes first had to be postponed until Keenan came and helped remove the hooks and buttons on his back. After an hour, Keenan finally arrived. Seeing his wife sleepy on the sofa, “Nana, why are you sleeping here?”

“I'm actually tired but this can't be notya,” whine Nana still with her eyes closed. Keenan sat next to Nana, “Stand!”

Keenan painstakingly removed one by one the hooks and buttons of the dress that Nana wore and again she had to witness the perfect body sculpture of a Janela. It turned out that Nana had prepared her pajamas not far from the sofa, immediately put them on and went to bed.

“You don't shower first?”

“So noon ‘kan already shower, I'm so sleepy.” Nana lay on the bed with the remaining petals of roses in their bed. Pulling the blanket and not sleeping long. Keenan rushes to the bath to neutralize the sudden sense of awakening from seeing Nana's innocent body even though it is just from behind.

“Hahh, finally,” complains Keenan while laying down his body next to Nana. It turned out that what Nana said was true, today was quite exhausting. The couple spent their bridal nights sleeping instead of the usual fun activities the newlyweds did.

...***...

Some time earlier in the ballroom where the reception.

Kyra who is upset because today Jeff looks very indifferent, even though he has lowered his ego to say hello and even follow wherever Jeff is.

“Kyra,” call Emran son of Eltan and Rika.

“Apaan.”

“Ngapain anyway follow mulu,” pointed Emran at Jeff who is currently joined by Keenan who is chatting with two entrepreneurs who often appear in business magazines.

“Then I don't feel like I follow. But he was always around me,” said Kyra.

“Lo mabok huh?”

Kyra shook her head. “I only drink champagne.”

“How much?”

“Fix, you're drunk. Smear." Emran called Eltan.

Kyra immediately panicked and left Emran. “Eh where are you going?”

Kyra shies away from the crowd but her hand briefly grabs back the champagne glass the waiter brought. Downing the contents of the glass and trying to step upright even though the path has been staggered. Keenan is seen leaving the ballroom accompanied by Jeff.

Of course Kyra rushed after Jeff. Kyra's gaze was already unclear as she pressed the number of floors her room was on. When he got out of the elevator he passed Jeff who had just made sure Keenan entered his room.

“Eh, we'll see you again. Jeff who is cool but I like,” said Kyra then terbahak.

Jeff noticed Kyra's appearance. Wearing a bridesmaid dress with no arms showing her neckline due to the hair being rolled up. A smile rises on Jeff's face, knowing Kyra is currently drunk.

“Pak Jeff, this is my room key but it looks like I got the wrong floor yes.”

Jeff noticed the access card shown by Kyra. “Let's Miss Kyra, I'll take you to room.”

“Really, oh Mr. Jeff is so good.” Kyra hugs Jeff's arm, both of them are almost the same height as Kyra is wearing high heels.

“Please enter.” Kyra staggers into the room because Jeff is still at the door making sure no one sees him coming into her room with Kyra instead of into Kyra's room according to the access card Kyra shows. Kyra immediately lay on the bed with her legs still dangling to the floor. Jeff swallowed his saliva because Kyra's current position made her look very sexy and seductive.

“Pak Jeff, I like you but you suck,” shouted Kyra.

“What if I like you too.”

Kyra slowly sat down. “True, Mr Jeff likes me too?”

“Hm. But I can't believe that you like me.”

“Truly Mr. Jeff, I sweat,” Kyra tried to make a heart symbol with her finger but it was difficult because she was drunk.

“Then, prove.”

“Prove?” Kyra tries to stand up and steps closer to Jeff, eroding the distance and grabbing Jeff's lips. The two of them clenched their lips violently and grew hotter. Kyra does just that out of unconsciousness while Jeff is seen enjoying it while grinning cynically.

Kyra unravels her pagutan then gasps out of breath. “Pak Jeff.” Kyra's hoarse voice seemed to increase g@irah for Jeff.  Kyra lay down and closed her eyes, “Touch me Jeff, it is proof of my love.”

Jeff approaches Kyra. “Take off your clothes,” Jeff says and take out his phone. Kyra is like a buffalo whipped in her nose, doing what Jeff told her to do. The scene where Kyra removes her body cover is captured with Jeff's cell phone camera. Currently Kyra is plain without a thread.

“Wow, you sexih also.” Jeff put the phone in a strategic place to take the moment that will happen. Laying Kyra's body on the bed then releasing one by one the body cover of her own and enclose Kyra's body.

“You are sure of what we will do?” Kyra just nodded her head. 

\=\=\=\=\=\= the conflict starts heavy yes gains,, heart breaks 😊