
Gita was silent waiting for what Dylan would say. But wait a while Dylan didn't even open his mouth.
"I'd better go home first. If you have decided on the terms, contact me. Who knows, I agree," said Gita finally because upset waiting for Dylan to talk.
"My requirements are only one. You have to be the perfect wife for me" Dylan said firmly.
Gita opened her mouth wide, shocked and also confused as to what Dylan meant.
"You don't joke. Just be right. Perfect wife?" gita was confused.
Dylan was already insane. Where there is a perfect wife. I'm still a virgin, how do I know that perfect wife. Rutuk Gita in the heart.
"Yes right. The perfect wife for Dylan Ananta. You have to do what is written in the agreement I set, " explains Dylan again.
"What are the points?" Gita narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
"For details of the points I will make a written agreement. Tomorrow night come to my house. The address I'll send to your phone, "Dylan said as if hiding something.
Gita stares at Dylan suspiciously, fearing this deal will only hurt him. But on the other hand he was also curious. What exactly does Dylan want?
After thinking for a while, Gita finally said, "Alright, but remember not necessarily I will agree. This relationship should be symbiotic of mutualism so that it is equally beneficial. And I'll apply for the terms too."
"It is up to you to apply what conditions. But take a good look" Dylan smiled faintly at the corner of his lips.
"Okay, I'll go first. Thanks for the time. I'll see you tomorrow night," said Gita immediately stood up and walked out of Dylan's room.
Dylan just stared at Gita's departure with a knotty smile.
After exiting Dylan's office, Gita searches for Marsha's whereabouts that aren't in the waiting room.
Then Gita approached Dylan's secretary and asked Marsha for her whereabouts.
"So went with Mr. Roy, ma'am," said the secretary kindly.
Jeez ... I'm called 'Mom' again. Actually after having money I want to put yarn, oplas or whatever let my face look so 15 years. I was 22 years old hiks ... Gita almost cried in her heart.
Gita also thanked him even though his heart was upset. Then he immediately contacted Marsha on her phone. After waiting a few times, Marsha finally picked him up.
- Gita, are you done?
where the hell are you, Mar?
I'm in the same cafeteria Mr. Roy. You go down to the 1st floor. I'm waiting in the lobby.
Gita went straight to the elevator to go downstairs after saying goodbye to the secretary there.
When Gita gets to the lobby, Marsha and Roy are already there.
"Sir Roy, thank you for your time. We want to go home first" said Gita who seemed impatient to leave Dylan's company.
"Thank you, Mr. Roy, sometime treat again yes," said Marsha with a sweet smile.
"Yes with Gita, Marsha. I'll see you again."
Gita and Marsha immediately left the company and headed for the parking lot. They rode on a motorbike and immediately returned to the contract.
Arriving at the contract it was night. Gita and Marsha also had dinner that they had bought on the way home.
"So you said you ate with Roy, Mar?" tanya Gita is confused to see Marsha who is greedy to eat.
"It was just a snack. This is just eating real. Chicken rice is the most delicious," Marsha said with an innocent smile.
"What did the other eat?"
"So eat a bowl of rawon. Where I satiated. But when told to add I said I was full. Jaim. It's not good because it's treated," said Marsha.
"Your fists jaim all. Usually also not," said Gita geleng-geleng head watching Marsha who greedy eat.
"Where was the interview, Git? You accepted?" ask Marsha curious.
"Not yet, Mar. I hope so first. My stomach is full. I was tired of going to bed first" said Gita standing up and walking to the kitchen to wash dishes and going straight to her room.
"Eh Git, what's the end?! You haven't told me how it was," cried Marsha.
"Tomorrow. Met slept Mar," Gita replied by shouting from inside the room whose door she had closed tightly.
Huh ... Thankfully, Marsha didn't make me a story. I'm still not sure about Dylan's offer to be his wife. What are some of the points that Dylan will make? I hope it's not strange. Just be careful if it's weird, I won't want to be his wife.
Gita's mind floated thinking of the deal Dylan was about to make.
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