Being the Perfect Wife
Epsu 26. Wedding Dress Fittings
This afternoon Gita, Marsha and Rizal are already sitting in an Indonesian food restaurant located in the suburbs. The atmosphere of the restaurant is beautiful and cool, impressed to be in the village, making customers feel at home who eat there.
Gita and Marsha seemed impatiently waiting for the food to be served. While Rizal just smiled watching the behavior of the two.
"Why do you keep smiling, Mom?" ask Gita curiously.
"Ah no, just look at the two of you like there is no burden. It seems like your life is happy all the time" Rizal smiled.
"Obviously happy if the Gita, he wants to marry, let alone marry a Dylan, already handsome, rich. Isn't that right, Git?!" Marsha looked at Gita with her signature grin.
"Hehe yes, I'm very happy" said Gita stammered with a forced smile.
Heh ... Happy what. My life is fucked. But if you look at the account at the beginning of each month that Dylan transferred, it did make you happy. Gita's still smiling mind stared at Marsha and Rizal alternately.
Shortly the food ordered was served. With the spirit of Gita and Marsha also eat it. Rizal also seemed to be enjoying his lunch.
In the middle of chewing the food, Gita's phone rang. But Gita feels lazy lifting. Several times it rang, Gita remained indifferent. Until Marsha can not stand the sound of Gita's cell phone, disturbing the pleasure of chicken opor that is being chewed.
"Git, pick up first why? Who knows what that is important. Who the hell is he from?" Marsha strafed Gita with questions.
While the voice of the Gita mobile phone makes people uncomfortable to hear it.
"Males," said Gita lazily.
"Yes, if you don't want to lift, let me answer" Marsha said.
Finally Marsha grabbed Gita's phone and answered it without seeing who called.
- Hello.
uh yes Mas Dylan, I won the contract of Marsha Gita if Mas Dylan forgot.
- Here we are at lunch. There's Mas Rizal too. For a moment, I gave the phone to Gita.
Marsha also gave the phone to the owner with fierce glaring eyes. Gita opened her eyes.
- Hello
yeah, maybe in 2 hours. Wh why?
- Not ah, tired. How is tomorrow?
- Yes, fine, it's up to you.
Gita hung up the phone call from Dylan with an annoyed face. Gita who saw him giggled amusedly.
"Not to laugh at the new taste," murmured Gita who was very clearly heard in the ears of Marsha and Rizal.
"Dylan's boss called? Why?" rizal asked in curiosity.
"That's why I'm being told to fit the wedding dress right now. But I said 2 more hours can come to the boutique," said Gita while continuing her dinner which was delayed due to a call from Dylan.
"Where else are you going, Git? Isn't the journey from here to White Cloud Boutique only about half an hour?" kernyit Rizal estimated the length of the trip if they went to the boutique. Rizal knows his boss's boutique well. Boutiques are notoriously expensive, only jetsets can afford to buy at the White Cloud Boutique.
"If it keeps Dylan's boss waiting, it can cut my pay, Git," Rizal lamented.
"There's no way Dylan could have done that. He still has meetings with his co-workers anyway. Lunch too. Just relax, do not rush," said Gita calming.
"Yes Mas Rizal, I would like to add more. May it? Mumpung can eat here, the menu makes kangen go home," Marsha's innocent rancor.
"Oh yes, please if you want to add," said Rizal finally.
Ih base Marsha, there are others who practice to be dark eyes. All want to be eaten. Inner Gita while sighing deeply.
Two hours later ...
The Gita was already in the White Cloud Boutique. He just sat down and played his phone in the waiting room. Dylan hasn't come yet, but Gita has been waiting for almost half an hour.
Because impatient, Gita finally asked the boutique owner to fit the wedding dress first. The owner of the boutique, Madam Ivana, was very enthusiastic about serving Gita. Because Gita is a premium customer. Obviously, the dress ordered by Mama Rasti is fantastic, which if Gita knew would give her goosebumps. Will be afraid to wear it because it is a pity that much money just for a piece of wedding dress.
Madam Ivana, whose real name is Evan, actually observes the dress she has designed that is now attached to the body of the Gita. Gita looks so scared like that. Although the appearance of Madam Ivana is beautiful but the parts are still a guy.
"Hem perfect! Very good on your body, Gita. But you're comfortable wearing it?" madam Ivana asked with a happy smile.
"It's comfortable, really good again. Wow that's so. But can I just let go now?" ask Gita.
"Actually I could, besides this dress is perfect. Nothing needs to be repaired anymore. But didn't you wait for Dylan's boss to let him see how wow you're wearing this?" Madam Ivana considered Gita to be more patient waiting for Dylan to come.
"No need, let Dylan be surprised to see me fit in at our wedding" Gita's shy smile makes Madam Ivana finally agree to Gita's request.
With the help of female assistant Madam Ivana, Gita also released her wedding dress that is quite complicated if removed by herself.
After Gita finished, he paid his respects to Madam Ivana. While walking on the boutique terrace, Dylan suddenly blocked his path.
"Gita, have you been waiting for a long time? Sorry for meeting so long. Come on in, "let Dylan grab Gita's hand.
"You go in by yourself, I want to go home."
"Have you fitted the dress?" dylan asked confusedly.
"Udah from now on, you have come a long time ago. I want to go home now, tired," complained Gita.
"But I want to see what your dress looks like. Don't be too open" Dylan murmured but it still sounded clear in Gita's ears.
"Eh really is your guess. Her dress was open even her back was open to the waist and her chest was a bit down so that tomorrow after the wedding I was not angry," said Gita deliberately wanted to know how Dylan's reaction.
Hearing Gita's explanation made Dylan instantly glare at her eyes. Where maybe he sincerely allows Gita's body to be seen by many men who will surely admire the beautiful body of his future wife. Well even though the wife so-so events ...
This can't be allowed! I'll have Evan betulin patched on his back. Dylan's upset in his heart.
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