A girl entered a famous cafe, Star***, wearing her long cream-colored outerwear, her hair was tied up because she was not used to having her hair in a ponytail. It would just feel uncomfortable to her. Who else if not Hana.

Hana searched for the whereabouts of the person who invited her to meet, her eyes looking around the room until she found the silhouette of her aunt who was waiting for her while sipping her coffee. She immediately walked over to the table and greeted her aunt.

"Auntie?" She looked up and saw her niece's beautiful face and fashionable appearance. Instantly her face brightened as the corners of her lips pulled back.

"Hana, come sit down first," her aunt ordered and Hana complied.

"What's wrong with you wanting to see me like this? I left the salon and no one is looking after it except the staff," Hana asks as she sits on the chair in front of her Aunt.

"No problem, Han. There's something important that Auntie wants to talk to you about, it's about that salon that you manage," Hana frowned in confusion.

"What's wrong with it, Auntie?" she hesitantly asked about the salon.

"Because you think it's getting a lot of visitors, you're going to make it bigger."

"You mean you're moving the salon?"

"No, dear. The salon will only be renovated and divided between the salon and the Wedding Organizer aka W.O," Hana's eyes widened in disbelief, as did her mouth which suddenly opened after hearing the idea from her Aunt. She immediately covered her gaping mouth with her right hand.

"What do you think, isn't it good? So, the income earned is not only from the salon, but also with W.O. And the profit will definitely be even more," Aunt Dalmi leaned her face forward right in Hana's face, even blinking her eyes a few times making the girl look at her a little strange.

"Yes, Auntie. But if it's renovated, won't it make it difficult for me to work?"

"No, my dear. For the time being, you can move to Los Angeles first. At Auntie's main salon, with your staff," Auntie Dalmi said lightly. Of course that made Hana think hard.

"Okay, I agree. But... please allow me to pack and tell the others first before moving to Los Angeles." Hana broke off with a facial expression that actually disagreed. But what else could it be? After all, the salon does belong to her Aunt. Inevitably, Hana could only obey.

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Tonight, Defano kept his promise to have dinner together with Cherry's parents, more precisely only her father, her mother had passed away a few years ago. The atmosphere was so quiet, only the sound of spoons and forks clanking could be heard. Until the deep voice of the elder started the conversation.

"I heard, there is another purpose why Defano is here, is that true?" Cherry's father, Mr. Mirza, asked.

"Yes, Mr. Mirza. Actually, I want to propose to Cherry. We have been dating for a long time, in fact our relationship has been almost 4 years now. So we decided to just get married," Defano answered the question from Mr. Mirza.

Mr. Mirza immediately looked at Cherry to confirm whether what the young man on his left was saying was true or not. The position was Mr. Mirza sitting in the middle seat, Defano and Cherry sitting next to each other on his left, the right side deliberately empty.

"What is this, Cherry? You've never talked to Father about this before," Mr. Mirza with a puzzled look on his face. His daughter quickly nodded her head.

"Yes, Father. I want us to get married as we have been dating for a long time. We love each other, so please bless us, Father." Cherry looked happy with a smile on her beautiful face.

Mr. Mirza sighed, seeing his daughter's happy face made his heart melt, unable to refuse his daughter's wish. As a father, he cannot be selfish. Just seeing his daughter happy made him happy.

"All right, Defano. I will prepare for the wedding preparations later, but for makeup and W.O, it's up to you what you want," Mr. Mirza decided to end the conversation at the dining table.

Defano and Cherry looked at each other, they smiled because soon their relationship would go to a more serious level. Defano put his arm around his girlfriend's narrow shoulders.

"I can't wait for us to get married," Defano whispered right in Cherry's right ear. The girl smiled and put her index finger to Defano's thick lips.

"Hushh, I can't wait either," Defano removed Cherry's finger from his lips and hugged the girl's body.

SRETTT

The sound of a chair being dragged back made Defano release his embrace. He forgot that they were still being watched by Cherry's father.

"Ah... Sorry Mr. Mirza, I..." Defano's words were interrupted as Mr. Mirza interrupted him.

"No problem, but finish your food first, it's not good to eat while being intimate like that. Afraid of sprain later, hehe." Mr. Mirza tried to break the ice so it wouldn't be too awkward. He then walked towards the stairs, walking up them one by one while looking at the dining table, watching Defano and Cherry again from a distance.

"Don't think I'm nice, then I'll continue to be nice to you, Defano. You are the son of Mr. Afnan. That Mr. Afnan will never be my son, he's too proud of his wealth. I will avenge what your father has done in the past, Defano. Maybe here you are innocent, but I'm sorry, you have to suffer the consequences of all your father's mistakes. I will never approve of your relationship with Cherry." Mr. Mirza said, after which the middle-aged man whose hair had turned slightly white walked upstairs.

Meanwhile, at the dining table, Cherry eagerly and enthusiastically stuffed her food into her mouth.

"Honey, your father is very kind, I'm so comfortable,"

"You should come here more often, you'll definitely get to know what my father is like. Especially plus we've been blessed right, I'm very happy to hear that," Cherry continued to chew her food and a smile that did not fade from her lips. Defano nodded in response and put his arm around Cherry's shoulders.

"Let's eat some more, dear." Cherry was already preparing a bite for her boyfriend.

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Hana walked towards her house while thinking about the salon that her Aunt was going to renovate. She only thought that if it was going to be renovated, she would have to move for a while. And if she moved, some of the things in her house would also be moved, like moving to a boarding house.

She just didn't want to leave her house. The house that has been a memory together with his parents in the past. Actually, it's the same if she moves or not because they both live alone. But, the heavy feeling that held her back was the memories. Memories together with her parents first.

Hana stopped right in the front yard of her house. Turning towards her own house and smiling.

"Is it true that I have to move from New York to Los Angeles? So far, I've never moved or visited outside any city. I've only encountered the city of New York since I was a child." She sighed, then lowered her head.

"I don't know, will the people in Lost Angeles be the same as here? Are they nice? Even though we are both Amerikas, every region is different. Either the attitude of the people or even the atmosphere will be different." Raising her head, Hana walked towards the large gate of her house. Opening the gate and entering the house with a slack face.

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