FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Extra Part 6

My name is Cindy Atmadja. Call Cindy, because I don't intend to change my name. I'm a beautiful woman, my body is slim, and I'm very young, I'm still in college, so maybe one more year I'll graduate college soon.

This morning is the most historic morning of my life, why? Because today, is my first day at work, why am I so happy?? Yes because I work in the company where my first love was, who was my first love?? Yes, Muhammad Zain, of course.

Yesterday afternoon, Zain and his wife Yas brother came to my house, they said, there is a man who likes me, with a bunch of red roses, they say if Imam is that man, seriously??? The flea priest?? That installment guy?? Cih .. I don't like him, even though he's Zain's best friend, but yahoo far away ... Zain was the perfect man in my eyes.

Okay, the first day of work, I should be able to attract the attention of Zain dong yaa.. do not want to lose to Kak Yas, Kak Yas is old, I am still young bingit, Kak Yas, it's Kak, the body is now so filled since giving birth, while I?? I'm still slim ginih, Kak Yas ya lost by a landslide from me, right??.

A moment ... I looked in the mirror, trying to fix my appearance, “I'm really small huh?? Like less contains deh” I mendelik in the mirror, then open chanel on youtube, looking for a tutorial how to make the chest look contained within a few minutes.

Many things are suggested by the channel, some suggest injecting silicone and others. Ihhh .. I really don't want to be injected with rowdy, it must be very painful.

Okay, there's a very simple way, ssssstttt .. don't say it, I've seen it on one of the youtube channels, how to make our chest, let it be big, natural, natural, and in the shortest amount of time, it was by the way in a wedge to wear whatever cloth was to taste, and I chose socks. Shhhtt ...

Okay, after my chest looks okay, I immediately polish my face with make up, contemporary, etapi, I'm rarely dandan kayak rowuh, how do???.

Ahah! It's so easy, I saw it again on youtube, this morning, it all feels easy thanks to youtube.

After my face in the makeup, I look back in the mirror big, until my whole body, seen there.

Orange blazzer, with white interior, knee-length dress skirt, high heels, calibrate make-up, so much so that my face red entirely because of the effect of blush, red pepper lipstick, red pepper, and anti-storm eyelashes, and a round, filled chest. Okay, Zain must love my looks. O yes obviously, I've been beautiful plenary kayak gini really, who used to dong? Cindy is that.

“Kak, I paid my first job yah” saying to Kak Mira, his wife Kak Riyan, meanwhile, Kak Riyan has left for the cake shop.

“Loh?? Cindy?? That's your face why??” slightly hysterical, Mira covered her mouth with her right hand, while her left hand pointed at my face. She must have been shocked to see my beautiful makeup surpassing the access.

“Udah Brother, don't overdo it like a rowdy, yes I know, I'm pretty” replied me while kissing the back of Kak Mira's hand, then I passed, rushing up my car.

“Cin, not that! You don't read it first??” I heard the screams of Mira. But I don't care. I'm Cindy, a beautiful girl who never gives up. Whatever I want, then everything must come true. Including the effort to get Zain.

Along the way, I play my favorite songs, I follow the rhythm while occasionally, I sing, my voice is super good, even yes, I had time to participate in some singing contests, I was singing, but like the judges in the contest, the quality of knowledge of the music is still low, the yes vote as good as Cindy is still rejected. Their base on oon.

Ceekkkiiiittt ....!!!

“Yes, this is a car why have to strike everything?? Don't know what?? Is this my first day at work?? Can't I be late??” I grumbled to myself.

I get out of the car, then check the condition of my car, well ... if only really doang mah car I can also, what the hell can I not?? But, now I'm a males, so immediately I call the workshop.

While waiting for the workshop person to come, I got out of the car, the time showed at eight in the morning, the morning sun was shining on me with no aling-aling, until sweat, began to flow on my forehead. Bummer! I wiped it many times.

Finally the repairman, managed to repair my car, at nine o'clock passing, I can only continue my journey. Huh .. hopefully not in omelin, the first day of work was bad luck.

Arriving in front of the office, from a distance I saw Zain and several other employees standing in front of the office. No .. if Cindy comes, any hour must be welcomed, Cindy is like that.

I got out of the car with super PD, carrying a branded bag, then walked up to those who were gawking at me. Well .. biasah, if the hick, see beautiful women like to be so, on tacky.

“Morning ..” my greetings are carefree, to those who are still looking at me, but what are their gazes like?? Like a weird rowdy?? Ah, at most they are envious look at me huh pan??.

“Pa mornii ..” answer them compactly, then on a rowdy smile.

Iiieeewww... uh, how is Zain ordinary anyway?? Even frowning like a rowdy??.

“Cindy, your first day of work, you misfortune??” the question is ... Zain was the attention, that time, when I fainted on the streets, Zain was the one who interrupted me, that means, Zain likes me.

“Sorry sir, earlier my car broke down” I replied with a big smile, okay, if in the office, I have to be professional, I have to call him with frills ‘Pak’, I have to call him, he is a representative in this company.

“Ooooohhh .. gituh” replied, why is it a bit indifferent anyway??.

“Cindy, your face why?? Allergies??” ask one of the karyawaty who was staring at me.

“Allergies?? Not kok” their base may be on tacky times huh?? I don't know the makeup.

“Ooohhh“ She's mangosteen.

“Yes already, at the office entrance yuk, I think also already dateng” invite me to them.

“First, this is us again waiting for someone” replied an employee. Lah, isn't that what I'm waiting for, is it??.

“Loh?? You guys aren't waiting for me anymore??” I scrunched my forehead.

“Not, we are waiting for a foreign client, from Singapore” replied the man again, holding back a smile, looking at me strangely. Ish ... basic bummer.

“Cindy, are you sure all right??” ask Zain again, yes.

“Yes, I'm fine kok” I shook my head, smiling.

“Oh yes udah” He returned to focus on staring at the streets.

These people on why the hell?? Wonderful deh. Finally I decided to go to the toilet, long time ago is a bit uncomfortable, huh? At the same time look at them, as if someone is disturbing rowdy.

Once inside the toilet, I reflected. “Jesus!!!” their pantesan looked at me with a strange look, this I accidentally wiped the sweat off, so the blush I used mingled with sweat. Ck, it's like a big bun.

But, it's okay, I'm Cindy Atmadja, I'm not giving up, tomorrow I'll use another way, to tie Zain's heart. Note it! I am a woman who gives up!.

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