Being the Perfect Wife
7 Eps. Stomach Affairs
Gita turned her body looking at Dylan with a piercing look. Dylan walked up to Gita.
"Where did you know I needed a job?" tanya Gita is suspicious.
"Not be surprised. Your friends asked me if there were any job openings in my company" replied Dylan.
Gita is just a mangosteen, apparently from her friends. Shame on you, but yes. Now he really needs a job.
"Nih come to my company tomorrow at 4 p.m. Don't be late!" dylan said, handing over his business card in Gita's hand.
Gita could only nod and look at Dylan walking out of the ballroom.
Today, there are business cards as well. Okay tomorrow I'll try to come to his company. Who knows I'm lucky. The Gita in the heart.
"Relope ... Do you want to go home?" tanya Jenni approaches Gita with Vena and Alina.
"Yes, this is too. Betewe thank you very much for trying to find a job for me. Dylan told me to come to his company tomorrow" Gita told friends.
"Sama-sama, let me anterin go home," Vena asked.
"No need Ven, I already ordered a taxi online. Thanks for making the offer. Thanks also Jenni, Alina, you're my best friend, all of you," Sighed Gita could not hold back because when he was difficult like now, his friends were still supporting him.
They hugged and said goodbye and promised that if there was time, they would meet again.
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Gita gets into a rented house with a spare key. Looks lonely because Marsha may have slept in her room. Indeed, the clock is now showing at eleven o'clock in the evening.
Gita walks to the refrigerator to save the food she brought from the party. After that, he went straight into his room.
After cleaning up, Gita immediately put her body on the bed.
His mind floated up there was the figure of Dylan. Would he lower his ego if tomorrow would humble himself to ask Dylan for a job?
Or he'll just hang on and let go of the opportunity to get a job at Dylan's company.
If given his enmity with Dylan all along, he would definitely refuse. But yes, he had to put aside his current pride. Stomach affairs are more important. Because the rest of Gita's savings are also not much.
He should get a job soon.
Gita convinces herself that tomorrow afternoon, she will be determined to meet Dylan. Let's just hope Dylan's kind enough to give him a job.
Tomorrow ...
"Gita's awake!" the sound of Marsha's cry feels like a can of rhombeng into Gita's ears.
"What the hell is it, Mar?! Wake up people already there was an earthquake," murmured Gita who still refused to open his eyes.
Suddenly Marsha hugs Gita's body.
"What the hell is going on, Mar. Tired of tau." Gita tries to release Marsha's embrace.
"Thank you, Git. You are my best friend."
"What the hell? You're ngigau huh?" gita said as she rubbed her eyes watching Marsha who was currently smiling widely.
"That's food from last night's party. Though this morning I want angetin cilok, uh there is good food in the refrigerator. Let's eat, I've got it all," Marsha pulled Gita's hand out of bed.
"Oh that. I wash my face for a second. Ntar then," said Gita released the hand of Marsha and then passed to the bathroom.
After finishing breakfast, Gita and Marsha remained seated at the dining table while sipping hot tea.
"Mar, I'll go to Dylan's company in the afternoon. He's doing his job," Gita asked.
"Dylan?" marsha's brows furrowed in light of Dylan's name. It seems he had heard that name.
"Yes Dylan, my old enemy back in High School that I told you about. Last night at the reunion he said this afternoon I was told to come to his company, nawarin. Temenin yuk, who knows you can also work together," explained Gita.
"Where are you, but aren't you ashamed? He said an eternal enemy?" marsha asked confusedly.
"Yes, the eternal enemy. But now stomach matters are more important," said Gita.
"Today, too. I want that. Yuk get ready, "the spirit of Marsha while standing about to go to her room.
"Oh my goodness, Neng. It's late afternoon, it's only 8. Geez," Gita nodded her head.
"Hehe don't pa-pa dong we go first. We can clear Dylan's room first let him do his job" Marsha said.
"What do you want to do as a cleaning service? Yes there go first," replied Gita sewot.
"Hehe ya ain't it. If I'm an accountant, masa' turns to cleaning service, "grin Marsha is innocent.
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