Don't Call Me Beautiful...!
Chapter 57 is that low.
"Whose motor just got out of here, Ma?" Ask Arief to his mother who is still on the terrace after earlier ushering in the departure of Arga and Beautiful.
"Arga, he's coming with his girlfriend"
"Have a girlfriend?"
"Yes"
"I'm the same Arga" he said, chuckling.
"When did you get to know your girlfriend to Mama?"
"Once" he passed away leaving his mother outside, Arief was always lazy to be asked about this by anyone. There was no intention for him to be in love with any woman.
Maybe due to the accident, not only his memory is lost but maybe his love is also lost.
"Rif, it looks like Leony loves you so much"
"Ma, he doesn't love me, but he's obsessed with me, he's too aggressive, I don't like him" Arief sat on the couch in the living room.
"But she's a good girl according to Mama, and it was late in the day that Leony's Daddy asked me to put Leony in our company"
"What's? Don't let that happen Ma, I can go crazy and stay close to him" Arief grabbed his own hair, he seemed frustrated hearing his mother's words just now.
"But you know who his father is. Our company can be dangerous if it rejects his wishes"
Arief breathed a rough sigh.
"If it's up to Mama, what can I do, but don't force me to like her, what else forces me to get in touch with her."
Though if seen with the naked eye Leony is the perfect girl, born in a wealthy family, Singaporean, but still of Indonesian descent, his face is oriental with narrow eyes and clean white skin, but still of Indonesian descent, her body is cute, if you look very similar to Suzy, but even though Leony is perfect, in Arief's eyes she is just a girl who does not know herself, even though it has been rejected millions of times it still pursues it.
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"Thank you for driving me"
"Yes, I'll go first, take good care of yourself here"
"Yes, you're also careful on the road, I'll take Kay!"
"certain".
Beautiful kissed the back of Arga's hand and Arga kissed her forehead back, romantic like a real married couple, the wife let go of her husband for duty.
He daydreamed overnight, lamenting the fate that is now playing tricks on him. He wanted to scream as hard as he could, scolding Arief, even slapping him in the face, because he had gone from his life, and now came back with his innocence, and as if he did not recognize him.
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"Good morning, Miss Beautiful" said a receptionist at her place of work.
"Good morning too" He replied with a smile.
"So the director said, I'm waiting right away in his room"
"Oh yes, thank you"
He stepped into the elevator, and pressed the button to the top floor, towards Arief's room.
His feelings are not out of whack, why he got called, if there is a mistake, or there is another task for him, or maybe Arief has remembered it, and wants to apologize to him. Ahh, really his mind is branching out guessing what will happen.
"Today we have a meeting with a client from Surabaya, prepare yourself, listen well what he wants, lest he be disappointed with your performance" said Arief in a flat tone.
"Good sir"
Arief's words really hurt his heart, 'Community' wasn't it when he was really ugly Arief never insulted him like this, but why now the insults are often heard from the mouth of his past lover.
"I don't think there's anything wrong with my clothes, it's new and it's very polite, so why would you insult me like that" he said in a trembling tone, he really could not hold back his feelings.
"Newly new, but everyone also knows that it's cheap clothes" Arief said while looking at the appearance of Beautiful from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head.
His eyes glazed over hearing Arief say like that, maybe soon his tears would drip.
What's that low I'm in his eyes now, the village and the cheap.
"Why are you crying?" Arief frowned seeing the melt of tears falling on Beautiful's cheeks.
"Good sir I'll replace it now" Beautiful passed away leaving Arief who was still astonished to see her crying.
Whereas for Arief, he has been used to reprimand his employees in any case including in terms of appearance.
Beautiful quickened her steps towards getting out.
"Sorry, do you know the boutique that sells office clothes nearby?"
The receptionist replied.
"Not far from here Mom, you can walk too"
"Thank you"
Along the way the tears in his eyes continued to melt
wet his cheeks.
If not for the contract he has signed, maybe at this time he will immediately resign from the company, but if he is desperate the penalty that will be obtained is very large, where did he get that kind of money.
Not too understanding of fashion, he left everything to the owner of the boutique.
The price of 2 pairs of clothes alone is more than a quarter of his salary when in Bandung first.then how if you have to buy for one working week. Ahh it's gonna cost a lot of money.
But that was not the case, hearing Arief humiliate her was very painful for her, it was very painful.
She came back in much better fashion, much nicer and more expensive of course, and made the mother of one child look much more beautiful than before.
"It's better than before, although it still looks ordinary" Arief said, squinting his eyes, probing every inch of the appearance of the person who gave him the headache. Although in his heart said something else, but abstain for Arief who is now to praise someone what else is beautiful.
Beautiful just speechless Arief, really lingering close to Arief who is now very uncomfortable, what else with Arief's words so piercing in the heart.
As usual, the three of them went with Amar.
"Beautiful Mom, it's best to sit in the back, dirty front seat, it was a coffee spill"
Beautifully glancing towards the back, Arief sat down by playing the phone in his hand.
"What's wrong, Mr. Amar, I'm in front" Really, he's lazy to be close to the man who repeatedly hurt him.
"Don't Mom, the chair's still dirty I haven't cleaned"
"You're so stubborn, it's hard to sit in the back, don't you just change clothes, you want me to change clothes again because it's dirty" Arief said.
"Yes sir" He forced to open the back door and sat down next to Arief.
Degs.... Degs... Degs...
