Being the Perfect Wife
9 Eps. Hundred Million
Gita looked at Dylan in horror. Then shook his head in disbelief.
"That was his reaction. Relax ajalah, Non," said Dylan amusedly staring at the face of Gita who now even looks funny with his mouth open.
"You're not sane, are you? Who do you think I am? No friend, no girlfriend." The Gita attempts to restore Dylan's consciousness, which may have escaped from being swallowed by the earth.
"That's exactly why, since you're not my boyfriend and friend, I chose you to be my wife" said Dylan, who made Gita even more inattentive.
Gita let out a long sigh then took out a bottle of mineral water available in front of her desk and gulped it down to the point of running out.
Dylan just stared at Gita amusedly but he did not show it. A very thin smile was seen on her lips so that Gita would not notice it. Then Dylan took a bottle of mineral water and drank it. Suddenly his throat felt dry after much talking.
"Dylan, what do you really want? Why would you make me your wife? Have you not done any more to marry me who is clearly our enemy?" ask Gita after she's quiet enough.
"Haha ... You are insulting me. Just so you know, precisely because I am sick of the behavior of the women who pursue me that I decided to get married. That way, the women will stop bothering me," explained Dylan to let Gita understand why.
"Are you sure those women will stop chasing you after your status turns into a husband?" ask Gita to doubt the reason Dylan would marry her.
"That's your job later. One of your job desk as my wife" said Dylan steady.
"Heh crazy. There ya job desk wife. This is my Lord's temptation" said Gita, closing her eyes. He tried to calm down to face Dylan who might now be insane.
"Okay, now explain to me the details of why you want to marry me. Why did you choose me? Are you single now?" gita asks wondering the real reason behind Dylan's strange offer.
"Actually just because I'm sick of women who have no shame chasing me" said Dylan, who was like a confiding session.
"just that? It's weird!" gita Cibir.
"Hey don't talk too much. I'm your boss" Dylan replied, not accepting Gita's words.
"That's right! Ah, I'm going home. The contagion can go crazy if you cry for a long time" said Gita then stood up to leave Dylan.
Dylan immediately blocks Gita's hand.
"If so, why?"
"Because I don't want to be the guy to grab people's girlfriends. But thank goodness you are single. So you will definitely accept my offer" Dylan said confidently.
"Haha pede. I refuse yes. Ogah be your wife. Temen aja ogah let alone wife," annoyed Gita trying to release Dylan's hand checks are getting tighter grasping his hand.
"Listen first, Git! You haven't heard of the salary I'd give you if you took this particular job."
Gita's face was getting annoyed, he really thought that Dylan was indeed stamped.
"What profession do you think is a wife?!"
"For me yes. I offer you a salary of one hundred million per month and unlimited black cards while working as my wife. How's it?" Persuade Dylan.
"Huh!!!" Gita blinked her eyes so many times she could not believe it.
"Se se a hundred million a month?!" Gita's mouth gawks.
"It doesn't have to be that many times'. But it's true. I'll pay you that much if you agree with all the terms I give," said Dylan, who now leads Gita back to sit on the sofa again.
"What are the requirements?" tanya Gita is suspicious.
Dylan only grinned secretively which made the Gita shudder in horror.
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