Being the Perfect Wife
Epsu 16. Make Over
Tonight Dylan's gonna pick up Gita on contract. From afternoon Gita was busy preparing herself. Although he does not have to go to the salon, but he still wants to perform optimally in front of prospective in-laws. From morning Gita has been wearing a face mask and also creambath hair. And now Gita is stretching in the living room while watching tv.
"Git, you are doing the hell from earlier busy continuously," said Marsha while carrying a pot of iced tea. Pour it into a glass and thrust it at the Gita.
"Thank you, Mar. Ahh ... Immediately," said Gita after sipping a glass of iced tea to the toilet.
"Git, dong replied. How did you make that make over. Where the hell are you going?" ask Marsha curious.
"Oh yes," Gita's tease deliberately makes Marsha more curious.
"For a long time this child is very sad," annoyed Marsha then again sipped iced tea to cool his head.
"Hehe spes ya." Gita laughed happily.
"Not just a sprain but a sludge," murmured Marsha.
"I want to see a camer tau" explained Gita at last.
"Are you really the same as Dylan?" Marsha's mouth to gawk so shocked.
"Not just made up but next month I'm getting married to Dylan" Gita said with a faint smile.
"Git! The vice is not to delay dong," replied Marsha in disbelief.
"Right Mar, I actually had to. You see, by marrying Dylan, I'm going to have some venture capital and this is the only way to get my papa company back out of Om William's hands," obviously Gita finally but still there are certain parts that he hid from Marsha. Not everything needs to be told to Marsha even though Marsha is her best friend. Let this be a secret between him and Dylan.
"Oh, but you're sure, Git?" marsha asked again because she did not want the decision Gita made to make her unhappy.
"I'm not sure hehe, anyway" joked Gita.
"Ah, you keep joking. Seriously dong, it's a matter of your life and death, dear Gita," wriggled Marsha while shaking her head.
"If it seriously even makes my head dizzy and stressed, minglingan brought to relax. Let everything flow, we live what is in front of us" said Gita philosophized.
"If I'm planning on getting married, I'll open a cafe. Dylan promised to give capital. What if you're the manager, Mar. We work together so as not to bother looking for work, we make jobs for ourselves. You agree?" gita Tawang.
"Do you believe me, Git?"
"Of course I believe you, Mar. We must be independent" said Gita convinced.
"Alright, we should be able to," Marsha finally broke up.
"Yes, now you help me make over so that my appearance tonight shakes so that the camer will be enchanted" said Gita while cleaning her scrub equipment.
"Ready, Mistress," cried Marsha in spirit.
Gita starts to shower and gets ready for tonight's show. The dress she was about to wear had been prepared since. The sky-blue knee-length dress intersects simple but sweet with a floral decoration on her waist.
Marsha helps Gita dry her hair while Gita makeup her face with natural makeup. The hair he let down naturally. Overall Gita wants his first appearance in front of the camer later not excessive so as not to impress menor and cheap.
"Wow syantikkk shekali kamu Gita. Don't let Dylan fall in love with you so you don't get married." Marsha is fascinated to see the appearance of Gita who is very beautiful.
"Hehe may be, yes" said Gita, who hid the truth from Marsha if her marriage to Dylan had no love. Only agreement.
"Hayoo you're in love with Dylan kannn, too" Marsha guessed, laughing at Gita.
"Ah can only you," Gita replied shaking her head with a faint smile.
Sorry Marsha, I can't be frank to the real you. Let this be my and Dylan's secret. Inner Gita.
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