Being the Perfect Wife
14 Eps. Home Assistant
Gita gets off an online taxi in front of a mansion. The black-fenced house was towering and of course was tightly sealed. Gita looked left and right. Silent and quiet. Indeed, Gita is currently in an elite housing complex whose house is large and luxurious.
Is this really his home? Number 6, really. Gita still stands in front of the fence and convinces herself that she is not mistaken. Gita was about to pick up her phone to contact Dylan when a security guard approached the confused Gita.
"Met malem, find who, Neng?" ask the security guard.
"Met malem too, sir. Is this really Mr. Dylan Ananta's house?"
"Yes, Neng. Would you like to meet? Have you made an appointment?" ask the security guard to investigate.
"Already, Sir. Please ask Mr. Dylan if the Gita comes, "gita who can now smile with relief. It turns out that he did not have the wrong address.
"Ready, Neng."
The security guard rushed in and asked through the intercom. After a while.
"Please come in, Neng. It's been waiting for Mr. Dylan inside."
"Thank you very much, sir," said Gita, throwing a smile.
He then followed the security guard's steps towards the house. The yard to the house is far away. Fortunately Gita only wears flatshoes so it does not ache her legs later.
Gita was stunned to see the house in front of her that looked luxurious. The two-story building is artistically decorated with beautiful gardens arranged nicely. Gita used to be rich, but her house wasn't as luxurious as Dylan's. He was amazed to see the beauty of Dylan's house.
Before ringing the doorbell, a housekeeper opened it.
"Please come in, Non. It's been waiting for the Master inside."
"Thank you, Mom."
Gita went straight into the house which certainly makes Gita back amazed. He continued to step following the assistant aunt who turned out to be heading towards the dining room. There it looks like Dylan is waiting while playing his phone.
"Good night, Mr. Dylan," Gita said as she stood close to Dylan.
"Good night too. Please sit down, let's eat first. You haven't eaten yet."
"Thank you."
They eat without conversation. The atmosphere was quiet, but Gita still enjoyed her dinner. Rarely could he eat this well.
After eating, Dylan hints at Gita to follow him to his study not far from the dining room.
Gita sits on the couch and Dylan grabs a paper from the desk drawer.
"Read carefully first. If you have any questions, ask them directly. Don't let you regret it in the future" said Dylan to the point without further ado as he handed two sheets of paper to Gita.
Gita receives a paper written by Dylan's hand. It turns out the writing is neat. Gita also carefully read the points written there.
"What the fuck is this ... Why so many rules? Time' up to 30 points? Which is really!" gita protests.
Dylan just stared at Gita casually and did not comment. Let him Gita say whatever he wants.
"And what's this is number 11. Do I have to prepare breakfast and dinner? Where was the assistant's aunt?" gita asked in disbelief as she narrowed her eyes.
"Bi Yanti from tomorrow is no longer working. He wants to go home forever. You see that he's old" explained Dylan.
"So I'm a housekeeper?" tanya Gita did not believe because observing the job desk written on the paper included cleaning the house and washing clothes.
"Of course, what do I pay you for is expensive if not all in. Everything I got. Complete." Dylan smiled faintly which made Gita upset.
Gita. Also true. My salary is one hundred million per month, of course according to the work I do. Heh ... It's gonna be heavy. Gita breathed deeply.
"How's it?" dylan asked looking at Gita's face seriously.
Without answering Dylan's question, Gita took a piece of paper from inside her bag and thrust it at Dylan.
"What's this?!" Dylan's eyes glared sharply reading Gita's handwriting which was just that line.
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