My Lovely MUA
34.
Since Nevan's threat that night. Briana decides to block Nevan's phone number. Missing his concern for Nevan, it's up to Nevan to do what.
On Sunday morning, at 07:00. Briana was ready with her combat tools, namely two suitcases containing her clothes and makeup equipment. It did look a little troublesome, since he did not bring an assistant. But that's okay, because he intends to vacation in Jogja, after the work of decorating it is finished. But unfortunately, he was only allowed to take two days off.
Her manager—Miss Nindy counted very well— Though in this one month, Briana often does not enter many times. Briana was not feeling well. Especially after the attack of Isyana against him. Add make males. Said.
“Na, are you ready ?” tanya Aisha was already standing in front of Briana's room door. A fluffy smile appeared from the corner of the middle-aged woman's lips. He also began to dream of something.
Briana nodded. “Udah, now go to the station. Hunting jammed.”
Steven stepped on his gas pedal through the streets of the capital to the station. This Sunday is usually used by people to unwind after work. The sound of horns roared, another one this morning the weather was very hot.
On the way, Aisha said that tomorrow morning she had to leave for Bali. With Steven and Nabila. Briana knew Steven had decided to resign from the office. He could not bear to see his beloved wife pacing out of town without him. “So papah willing to resign that yes?” briana asked, not believing.
Steven talks sometimes. But, very loving. “Papah kan sweet husband, Na!” chirp Steven suddenly made a father-style jokes. Briana's stomach was tingled to hear the joke from her papa. Aisha and Briana laughed compactly.
Half an hour later, the three of them arrived at the station.In 15 minutes, Briana's train was about to depart. Then he decided to go in for a check-in. Somewhat riweh ya dragging two small suitcases alone. Fortunately, Briana was carrying a sling bag instead of a tote bag. What does riweh add ? Moreover, the station condition is quite crowded smoothly. Understand, Sunday. And tomorrow monday.
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In a different place, precisely in Xaquil's residence house. Nevan was sipping a step away from the coffee made by her domestic assistant. He sat in the back yard seat dressed casually. In the backyard is a large garden. Next to the park, there is a medium-sized swimming pool.
The sound of footsteps faintly caressed Nevan's ears sitting relaxed while playing her phone. “Mama is glad you want to go home.”
Aisha shifts the chair next to Nevan to get close to Nevan. Nevan smiles knots while occasionally glancing at the green color application. Observing the goods the times his contact was reopened by Briana.
“Soal, pernik—”
“Stop! Don't ever talk to me about it. Please, Mah!” cut Nevan pleading.
Mecca glanced from the corner of the tail of his eyes, Nevan's face was furious. The woman shifted her body to face the garden. “Some time ago, sister Isyana—”
Nevan grunts violently. Put the phone on the table with a little on the slam. “Never said, don't talk about it, right?”
“But, he's so sad, Van. Said he almost killed himself.”
Nevan clucked, “Still almost, right ? If we really die then we worry.”
Mecca gulps. Nevan this is absolutely outrageous. “Nevan!” Mecca bluffs Nevan. However, does Nevan care ?
“What are you really dating her son mama's friend?” ask Mecca, again.
Nevan froze up. Mecca asked questions like he was in his final semester exam. “Udahlah, Ma. Nevan doesn't want to marry anyone! Or love Isyana to Andreas. Beres,” timpalnya while reaching the phone on the table, then waltzed into.
“Van! Don't be insolent!”
Nevan hurriedly went up to the second floor, heading for the room. Trying to catch his ears a little.
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A few hours later..
Nevan's plane departed at around 14:45, estimated to arrive in Jogja at 16:05 p.m. Nevan and the group immediately entered the plane. He went with his three lawyer colleagues, and a private secretary. Unlike Nevan, who has many followers. He could have carried a few bags and ten suitcases, unlike Briana who was super complicated.
“The party is held at what time ?” nevan asked sitting in a chair by the window observing the view from above the plane.
“Um, around 7pm, sir,” said his private secretary.
Nevan clasped her hand to her chin. Her eyes glared far away at the thought of a message from Briana three days ago that ended with her number blocked. The upper corner of his lips lifted slightly.
“Pak, there is a message from Mr. Michael Abraham if the meeting is filed today at 19:00 at his residence.”
Nevan automatically opens her eyes, “Should be when ?”
“Tomorrow morning at 09:00, at the hotel where we stay,” replied his secretary.
“After, I want to rest first in the hotel,” Nevan said as he closed his eyes again.
“The four of you if you want to go for a short walk no papa anyway. But, at 19:00 we are ready,” Nevan told the three lawyers, as well as his secretary.
“Good, Sir,” answered the four, compact.
In other places, Briana was traveling by online taxi that had been booked earlier. The streets are quite crowded creeping, understand the time is late afternoon and many travelers want to go home to their respective cities.
“Against gridlock, Sir ?” tanya Briana in a little Javanese language.
The online taxi driver nodded. “Yes are normal, because it's Sunday. Kathah local tourist same international.”
The taxi driver glanced at Briana who seemed to be enjoying the view. “Which person is it?”
“Oh I live in Jakarta, Sir. I used to live in Sleman. Cuman, as SMP I moved to Jakarta,” explained Briana.
The taxi driver was a beard. “It's arrived, Mbak.”
Briana has arrived at the hotel lobby of downtown Jogja. He helped drop his luggage to the front door of the lobby. “Thank you, Sir.”
“White, sami-sami, Mbak,” reply the taxi driver's father.
After that, Briana started checking in, bringing the room access card to the third floor. His body seemed to want to fall out at that moment. He then threw himself into bed. Traveling for more than 6 hours makes Briana's back somewhat painful.
As Briana had just closed her eyes, suddenly her flat object trembled spoiled on the nightstand.
Mistress Calling...
“Na! Not yet?” ask the woman across there.
Briana squirmed, slightly groaning. “Mhhh, udah, Mah.”
“Alhamdulillah, oh yes. At seven o'clock in the evening, you are told to go to Papah's house. He wants to know what MUA is.”
Briana's eyes instantly rounded perfectly. “Hah? Why not tomorrow anyway, Briana just until loh.”
“No way, that's tantenya already curious with you.”
Briana tried to digest Aisha's words. “What do I mean by curious?”
Aisha was a little speechless, “Yes basically ntar mamah sharelock her address. Ok!
Aisha hung up her phone, before hearing Briana nagging against her.
“Halo, MAH!!!”
“What's the point of curious ?”
The cling! Before Briana wants to re-branch, Aisha sends her a message on her green app.
Aisha sent an address located in the heart of Jogja. Making Briana's eyes were originally sleepy, suddenly awake again. “Father Michael Abraham ? Name of Indian artist!” he muttered while chuckling.