8 Foreign number

For a few minutes, Zelyn vented her anger by pulling the hair of the man who worked as a parking attendant. He doesn't even care about anything anymore. Everyone who passed just shook their heads at her actions. Zelyn seems to forget that she always maintains images by being the best she can in front of everyone.

However, this time all the perfection that she had built, seemed to be destroyed just because she was annoyed to meet a man who was an important client where she worked. After feeling satisfied, Zelyn removed her hand from the black hair of the man who had offered her the money. She raised her hands up and patted the palms that were already covered with a few strands of hair falling out of her actions.

That is, she returned to her usual attitude, showing a face with a smile. Of course she had returned to being as elegant as possible and as if nothing had happened.

"Um ... thank you, for helping me to let go of everything. Wait here, I'll take my money after changing this damn wedding dress," said Zelyn who turned around and walked towards the boutique with her hands back holding the white dress that dangle it, so as not to get dirty.

Do not forget that she has repeatedly cursed and absent the entire contents of the zoo to vent the anger that still fills her soul.

"Axel... Axel... Axel, for this one month, I'll be in Bali with a badass like him. Gosh, I'm really going crazy. Ardhan... can he help me out of this problem? Where is he? he's been really busy lately, again. There's no way he can accompany me in Bali," Zelyn muttered to herself as she stepped into the boutique and she could see the man who was Axel's father walking towards her along with the mother of her boss.

"Ladies and gentlemen are you ready to leave?" Zelyn asked with a respectful bow.

"Yes, we are going to the Mansion, because my son had already contacted me when he went straight to the hotel. He said he was very tired and wanted to sleep quickly," Arman replied with a smile. "Oh yes, I wanted to ask you."

Zelyn cracked a fake smile upon hearing the words of the middle-aged man in front of her. She tried her best to hide her anger, because she felt that she had been outright cheated by a man who almost took her life.

"Damn it, so he just wanted to sleep in a hotel and lied to me by saying he wanted to meet someone important? Gosh, I feel like strangling his neck to death."

"Yes, Mr. Arman. What do you want to ask about?"

"My son is very hard to beat when he's angry. What did you do to him to change his mind? He didn't mess with you, did he?" exclaimed Arman who was currently staring intensely at the expression on Zelyn's face to look for honesty in his eyes.

Meanwhile, Zelyn swallowed her saliva and wanted to immediately say that she had just sacrificed her life and almost died silly at the hands of his son. However, she couldn't possibly say that. Because right now nothing happened to him. So she once again had to act in front of the man she respected so much.

"Just a small thing, Mr. Arman. If you are curious, maybe you can ask Mr. Axel later."

Arman glanced probingly at the figure of a woman who looked sweaty, like someone who had just finished exercising. "Okay, I'll ask him later myself. Then, have a good time working with him. I'm just telling you, don't try to inflame that brat, okay!"

"This woman looks sweaty like someone who just worked hard. Axel didn't ask her to make love in the car, did he. If that brat did it, I'd really blow his head off," Arman muttered, still busy guessing what he was doing. woman in front of her to change her son's decision.

Zelyn once again bowed respectfully and smiled sweetly. "Of course, Mr. Arman. I will record it in the brain," Zelyn said with an index finger that was already pointing at her brain while cursing in her heart. "Because my life will be at stake if you make your psycho son angry."

Arman simply raised his thumb and continued his long stride to exit the boutique.

Meanwhile, Laila patted Zelyn's shoulder before walking towards the exit. "Patience, Zelyn. Think of it as a test before marriage that will mature you. I believe you can do it."

"Thank you, Mrs Laila." Zelyn bowed again with a smile on his face when she responded to the words of her boss' mother.

"If the madam knew what I just went through, maybe your response wouldn't be like this, madam," Zelyn muttered.

"I told you not to always bow like that, Zelyn. Arman was right. You could break your waist over time if you bow to everyone you meet every day. I don't like people who are too formal. We're all the same, aren't we? something is different. You eat rice right?" she asked.

"Yes, madam. Of course I eat rice." Zelyn scratched the back of her neck, because she didn't understand the words of the petite woman in front of her.

"I also eat rice, that's why we're all the same. So, behave naturally. Maybe you can apply it only when you're at the company and also at work. Okay, now you change into that wedding dress. You won't wear it later when you get married, because Mr. Arman bought it and gave it to you as a gift as well as an apology." Laila once again patted Zelyn's innocent shoulder and walked away.

Zelyn was silent as she looked down weakly at the wedding dress that was attached to his body. "Should I keep that damn dress that holds sick memories with that bastard Axel? Gosh, I'm really stressed today. I want to go have a good meal after coming home from here. Ardhan hasn't come yet either," complained Zelyn. who had returned to the direction of the dressing room and met the prospective mother-in-law and mother-in-law.

"Mommy want to go home now?"

"Mama will take you home, Zelyn. Because Ardhan couldn't pick you up. He just called you, but you were outside, so Mama picked you up," said Emy, who was still sitting on the sofa with her mother.

The look of disappointment was evident on Zelyn's face, but she still tried to smile in front of the two women's. "Yeah, it's okay, Mom. You'd better go home first, because I want to go somewhere first. I'll just take a taxi home, Mom."

"Why don't you go ahead, honey. Where are you going?"

"A friend's house, Ma. The house is not in the same direction, because it's far from here. So, I just took a taxi," Zelyn coaxed to her future in-laws.

Emy got up from the sofa and took her bag, "Okay, if that's what you want. Mama's home now. You be careful on the road, okay?" Walked away from her future son-in-law with her mother.

Zelyn nodded respectfully with a smile, "Yes, Mom." Still directing her gaze on the two women's who are very dear to her future husband. Then she immediately landed her body on the sofa with a long sigh. It was as if it was certain that he had just had a rough day.

Just as Zelyn was about to get up from the sofa to walk to the dressing room, her cell phone rang. And made her immediately take it from the bag. As soon as she saw a foreign number on the cellphone screen, she frowned.

"Who's this?" Zelyn asked curiously. However, there was absolutely no answer from the caller. "Hello, who is this?"

"Hurry and come to the hotel right now! I'm Axel."

Zelyn rolled her eyes when she heard a very familiar voice in her ears. When she wanted to talk, the phone was cut off. Zelyn looked at the phone,

"How could that bastard know my number? What did he say? I have to come to the hotel? Oh my God, what is this ordeal again? Is he going to practice shooting me in the head again?"

Zelyn shouted very loudly to vent her anger without paying attention to the boutique staff who looked at her as soon as she heard her scream.

"You son of a bitch, bastard, psycho!"

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