Being the Perfect Wife
8 Eps. Special Occupation
In the afternoon, Gita and Marsha leave for a company owned by Dylan which turns out to be a company engaged in property.
The office is grand and on a strategic path. It's not hard to find Dylan's office called Ananta Property.
Once in the lobby, Gita asks the receptionist where Dylan's room is. Because he had made an appointment before. They were escorted to the 3rd floor where Dylan's office was located.
On the 3rd floor, the secretary who met Gita and Marsha allowed her to sit in the waiting room first because there were guests currently meeting Dylan.
"Gita, the office is great. I hope we can work here. Surely the salary is good," whispered Marsha in Gita's ear as her eyes circulated observing the surroundings that indeed looks this room is spacious and looks luxurious.
"Amin, hopefully," replied Gita as she prayed in her heart. He really hopes to work soon because it has been urged the needs of life are pressing.
About half an hour passed, finally the door of Dylan's room opened and saw 2 middle-aged fathers coming out. Then followed by a handsome bespectacled man following him.
"Gita's mother?" call the bespectacled man staring towards Gita and Marsha asked.
The Gita is straight-faced.
Do my face look old! Mommy?! Just be right! Gita's screams in the heart.
"I'm Gita, sir," said Gita flatly holding back the resentment in her heart. He stood up from his seat followed by Marsha who also stood up.
"Oh let's go in, it's been waiting for Mr. Dylan," said the bespectacled man suddenly smiling kindly.
Gita nodded her head. "Okay, thank you, sir."
"What am I, sir?" marsha asked suddenly who made Gita and the glasses man stop.
"Who are you?" asked the bespectacled man narrowing his eyes in confusion.
"Marsha Andini, sir, my name is Marsha" said Marsha, extending her hand to the bespectacled man.
The bespectacled man also welcomed Marsha's hand. But ..
"Oh yeah, then?" The glasses guy still seems confused by the existence of Marsha there.
"Marsha came with me, sir. We're applying for a job here and Mr. Dylan knows it." Gita explains the misunderstanding that might occur.
"But Mr. Dylan only has an appointment with Ms. Gita. Then Miss Marsha wait here first yes," said the man with glasses at last.
Mother again? Jeez ... Is that my face?
Gita held back the vexation in her heart but did not dare to protest at this bespectacled man.
"alright, Sir. I will wait here" Marsha said at last and waved her hand at Gita and Gita replied.
Finally Gita followed in the footsteps of the bespectacled man entering Dylan's office.
Dylan was busy reading the documents on his desk.
Dylan looked up to see Gita coming. A faint smile at the corner of his lips was visible on his handsome face.
"Please sit down, Miss Gita," said the bespectacled man, inviting Gita to sit on the sofa in Dylan's office.
Gita just nodded her head and sat down.
"You may go out first, Roy," Dylan orders the bespectacled man who turns out to be Dylan's assistant.
His name was Roy. Gita remembered the name in her head.
Dylan stood up from his seat and walked over to Gita, who was sitting on the sofa.
"So you really need a job?" dylan asked with a serious face.
"Yes, if you don't need it, I won't come here" replied Gita with a flat face.
In fact, he held back the shame of having to lower his pride.
"Hem .. You finally chose a ceasefire with me? Don't continue our hostility?" dylan asked again with a slight smile.
"As you say. We have a temporary truce until an undetermined time" the Gita retorted flatly removing his ego.
"Okay, so you're a graduate accountant. Right?" ask Dylan who no longer talks about their enmity.
"Snap, is there an accountant position vacancy in this office?" ask Gita to hope.
"Nothing" Dylan replied briefly.
Gita's face instantly turned irritated.
If there's no accountant position, why did he tell me to come here?
Just as Gita was about to speak, her words stopped as Dylan spoke again.
"But ... There is a special job for you. If you want to," Dylan bargained with a meaningful smile.
"special work? What'sthat?" ask Gita curiously.
"The job of being my wife" said Dylan seriously with eyes fixed on Gita.
"What?!" shocked Gita glared in disbelief.
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