Being the Perfect Wife
22 Eps. Dedemite
That night when he wanted to have dinner with Marsha in rented, there was a sound of the door being knocked.
Tok tok ...
"Mar, please open the door. I again prepare this side dish of ours," said Gita asked Marsha for help because he saw Marsha only pantengin his cell phone doang. Though Gita was busy arranging the dishes at the dining table.
"Bg ... I think I'll arrange any food. People are just eggs clap doang," replied Marsha bobbing head.
"You're eating too much food, Mar." Gita won't lose the debate.
"Fate of fate ... Last afternoon telor omelette eh malemnya telor ceplok. Most eggs can harvest my boils" Marsha lamented.
"Thank you that it's important we can still eat" said the Gita to appease Marsha who recently often complained about what they eat. Maybe Marsha is tired of living all mediocre.
Tok tok ...
Back to the door knocking.
"Mar, quickly open the door. Who knows it's important," Gita's pinta again this time accompanied by his eyes that swerve to Marsha immediately get up from her seat.
"Yes yes," lazy Marsha who finally moved also to open the door.
Czech ...
Aih super handsome, fragrant again ... Who the hell is this? What dreams did I have last night, when a handsome boy came.
Instantly Marsha was charmed until her mouth was slightly opened to see the face that was in front of her at this time. A man with a cool appearance, a handsome face and a fragrant smell accompanied.
"Ehem," that guy.
"Who are you looking for?" darkap Marsha was surprised to hear the man's gloom.
"Gita exists?" ask the guy who came back to make Marsha melt to hear her masculine voice in her ear.
"Oh there's no, let's go in. Just sit down, Mom. I call Gita first" said Marsha who was suddenly nervous but still allowed the man to enter the house.
"Thank you."
The guy immediately sat on a wooden chair in the living room. Observing at a glance, this rented house is very simple and small.
Marsha who immediately rushed to call Gita suddenly splashed out on her own.
"Git Gita! Someone is looking for you. Super handsome and very fragrant guy," said Marsha whispered for fear of sounding his guests. The house is small so if not slowly afraid to sound the guy earlier.
"Huh who? Fragrant? Dedemit kali," indifferent Gita who is now even busy taking rice from magic com.
"Oh really, Git. Go out first, meet that scented guy. Ntar knows me yes," ordered Marsha who seemed impatient to see the attitude of the ignorant Gita.
"If it's really dedemit, watch out for you!" annoyed Gita because he was lazy to meet his guest. His stomach was really rumbling, really laper.
"If dedemit is for you aja hehe" Marsha's crybaby is innocent.
Gita also lazily walked into the living room which was only a few steps away from the dining room.
"Eh Dylan? Why are you here?" shocked Gita because she did not expect Dylan would come to her rented house.
"Gita, if nothing matters, I won't come here" Dylan said.
Ih really do smell good. The house is fragrant. Must be a bottle of perfume she's finished with. Grunts Gita in the heart while sniffing the smell of fragrance that comes from Dylan's body.
"You're really Dylan, aren't you? Not dedemit?" asked Gita suspiciously squinting her eyes.
"God ... Dedemit?! I'm the real Dylan, look at my feet on the floor. So do not mostly watch horror movies," annoyed Dylan was not out of thought with the suspicion of Gita.
"You end up smelling so good, I get suspicious. A bottle of your own perfume huh?" Gita remained suspicious.
"Enak. It's an expensive perfume, wear a little also so fragrant," argued Dylan did not accept.
"Oh that, keep you here there is a need what? Said important. I've laper really want to eat," said Gita impatient because the sound of her stomach getting louder protest asking to be filled.
"Ehm ... So I transferred it to your account. Your salary this month, yesterday I just transferred for cafe capital and bonuses," explained Dylan clumsy.
"Just want to tell me this? Oh, my God, you can WhatsApp, Dylan. Kirain important fuck. It's not clear, '" upset Gita.
"This is important. There's something more important. But you must come with me" Dylan ordered with a serious face.
Gita looked at Dylan in disbelief.
People are getting weird for a long time. Inner Gita probed Dylan's clumsy-looking face she stared intensely.
"Let's hurry. No need to change clothes. It's so pretty," asked Dylan more impatiently who now pulled Gita's hand.
"Eh uh wait! Where are we going?" asked Gita who tried to pull back her hand but Dylan's hand was too tight so Gita could not let go.
"Dylan, loose! Tell me where you're going?" tanya Gita widened her eyes so that Dylan was afraid and willing to answer questions. No secret play like this.
"If you want to know, let's go." Dylan pulled Gita's hand and they were near Dylan's car parked in the yard.
"Marsha, I'm going for a minute huh," cried Gita saying goodbye.
Marsha looks out of the house and looks at Gita who has now entered the car.
Gita is weird huh, suddenly gone. I think forced. Could Gita be kidnapped? But if the kidnapper is as handsome and as fragrant as that I would too. Ah, ajalah. Gita must be happy to be kidnapped by a handsome guy. Inner Marsha in her heart while smiling herself saw the departure of Gita who was getting farther and more invisible when the car turned the corner.
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