Being the Perfect Wife
Chapters 27. Seven Lives
On the way home from the boutique, Gita and Dylan were both silent, preoccupied with his own thoughts. Gita focused on planning her grand opening cafe and re-examining what she had not done. While Dylan was busy thinking about the wedding dress that Gita would wear. When he confirmed to Madam Ivana, Dylan did not get a satisfactory answer. Madam Ivana said the dress was nice and appropriate for Gita. Surely Gita will look charming on the wedding day tomorrow.
Dylan twitched his forehead which suddenly pulsed. What kind of answer did Madam Ivana give?! Of course Gita is beautiful, if not beautiful where she might choose it.
"Dylan," called Gita to look at Dylan who seemed focused on driving but daydreaming.
And no response from Dylan.
"Dylan! You are daydreaming yes. Again I dream! Danger tau," jolted Gita annoyed.
"Oh yeah, why?" ask Dylan without sin.
"Of course, people really daydream. What are you daydreaming about? Here let me drive, my life is only one and I will not risk it" said Gita still upset.
"Your life's a strain of seven. You're cute as a cat" joked Dylan innocently.
"Dylan, eat first yuk laper nih me," Gita asked while grinning her stomach which sounded the sign of hunger. The clock is now at 18:30.
"Okay, I'm hungry too. What do you want to eat?" ask Dylan.
"Tell the cat," said Gita who immediately made Dylan surprised.
"Huh cat rice?!" dylan asked again for fear of hearing wrong.
"Yes cat rice. You said I was cute like a cat. Who knows if later if eating cat rice, my life immediately increased to seven," said Gita.
"Where is there such a kayak. We ate fried rice at my restaurant. Guaranteed to be delicious," said Dylan who directs his car to his subscription restaurant.
About 15 minutes later, Dylan and Gita arrived at the restaurant. They immediately went down and ordered a seafood fried rice menu that was the mainstay menu at the restaurant.
"Dylan, we're getting married in about two weeks. After that I must have been busy at the new cafe down the road. So what is our honeymoon plan? It's not good to refuse a gift from papa." Gita opened a serious conversation between them because some time ago, papa Krishna gave a wedding gift to Dylan and Gita, namely a honeymoon to France. But it seems Gita is reluctant to accept because he just started running his business at the cafe.
"But ... ," Gita said unfinished already cut by Dylan.
"Not think about it too much. Next week is the grand opening cafe? I'm sure everything will go well. We also have to go on our honeymoon. I don't want my mom to be suspicious of our marriage" Dylan explained.
"Okay well" said Gita at last.
The food came, and Gita and Dylan ate their dinner. Gita also enjoys seafood fried rice that is true as Dylan said, it tastes good and steady. But it feels like Gita will not eat here alone, because the price will make his wallet scream. Well that's it ... There is a price, there is a taste and quality.
After dinner, Dylan immediately drove Gita back to his contract.
"Gita, after we get married, you stay with me. What about Marsha? Doesn't he live alone in a rented house? Aman right there?" ask Dylan who's worried about Gita's best friend.
"So safe there. How else, he had to live alone. But I'm sure he'll make a new friend later. There will be many cafe servants, who knows if anyone wants to stay in rented with Marsha," said Gita who is sure if Marsha will be able to adapt wherever he is.
"Okay, if that's the case," Dylan replied briefly.
Arriving in front of the rented house, Dylan stopped his car. Just as Gita was about to open the car door to get down, Dylan suddenly restrained his arm.
"What's wrong?" gita asked confusedly as she looked at Dylan's hand that was still holding his arm.
"Ehm ... Can I kiss you?" dylan looked straight into Gita's eyes.
"Well!" shocked, Gita could not help her surprise.
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