GIGOLO.
Chapter 23: Miki's hard work
A month later.
Miki is still working on the project with cement and dust, he is not ashamed of his work even though his wife is a wealthy man. After work, he put on his clean clothes again and received an envelope from his foreman for working well. Yes, today is payday, he promised Fiorella if he would buy her what he wanted.
Miki's feet stepped towards the parking lot, he worked to keep using the car as his transportation. He drove the car home but he saw Fiorella sitting in the cafe with his social friends. Miki stopped the car not far from there, he wanted to get to Fiorella but whatever new power stepped closer they chatted quite painfully.
"Fio, you really have changed after parting ways with Fabiano. Your skin is getting drier and you look a little fat, does your husband not care about your appearance?"
Fiorella drank his coffee casually, knowing that they were testing his patience.
"That's in your view only. I feel fine and more happy with Miki. My husband has nothing you can despise as good as a eyed," Fiorella said.
"We are not insulting. You know not if Fabiano after your divorce is getting better looking than you are...."
"Enough! I'd like to meet you guys to hear something that's okay." Fiorella left behind some money to pay for all the food they ordered.
"I'll just go home" Fiorella continued, turning her back.
However, his body immediately sculpted because it turned out that Miki was already there. Miki gave a small smile while Fiorella's friends died in style, they as if not seeing Miki's whereabouts then chatting diverted the atmosphere.
"Sorry, baby! I happened to pass by here, sorry to make your time with your friends mess up," Miki said, trying to smile.
"What the hell is wrong. Let's go home!"
They drove home in their own cars, while Miki was in his own car while daydreaming unclear. Because his selfish self made his wife exposed to his sap.
Everyone near Fiorella underestimated the consequences of marrying her.
After reaching home, Miki did not buy what Fiorella wanted because he realized his salary a week would not be enough to buy what Fiorella wanted.
"Miki, what do you want to eat, honey?" ask Fiorella.
"I've eaten at work" Miki replied.
"Oh, what are all those sacks?" asked Fiorella looking at some big sacks.
Miki approached the sack then smiled slightly. "I bought those sacks containing used clothes belonging to people from different countries. I bought it in Japan."
"Miki, old clothes? That's a lot of his mills. What the hell are you doing? If you want new clothes then I'll buy them for you."
"Darling, I want to sell it back. Know thrift clothes? Used clothing people but with a well-known brand, the online market is being loved like that. It's my risk to build a business" Miki said excitedly.
"Miki, where would anyone want to wear second-hand clothes?"
"Some, it was me. When Carina was around, we came to the flea market and bought used clothes. The price is cheap but still good," explained Miki.
Fiorella just kept quiet, he saw Miki put 3 sacks of clothes in. Fiorella just saw firsthand a man who was persistent to achieve his goals. After entering, Miki opened all the sacks, he was like seeing a treasure, all the clothes were good and belonged to a famous brand.
"Fio, you're a rich man. Usually, rich people get bored with their clothes and throw them away when they have only worn a few times. All the clothes are collected here and become a field of money for those who can manage them. Please pray for me this time!" miki said expectantly.
Fiorella was silent for a moment, the first thing she thought about was the reaction of the people she knew when she found out her husband was selling second-hand clothes.
"Where are you going to sell it?" ask Fiorella.
"Online. Can you help me promote it? You're a celebrity and have a lot of followers, who knows if they're interested in buying it?" ask Miki.
DEG!
Of course Fiorella was surprised, there was no way he would do that because everyone would laugh at him including Fabiano who was still a follower.
"Miki, this time I can't help," Fiorella said straight into the room.
Miki fell silent, instead remembering all the words of those close to Fiorella who said bad things about her. It's possible that the woman is beginning to realize that their speech is all right.
Miki started sorting clothes that were still good, medium and ugly. In Italy it is still rare sellers like this but Miki will open new opportunities even though it looks like there will be many insults. Armed with social media, he promotes himself. Followers are not many but who knows they want to buy and ultimately promote to the people closest to them.
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Nightfall.
Miki was still busy with her work, Fiorella came out of the room and saw her persistence. Fiorella was there looking at her husband who was working hard alone.
"Miki, has anything been sold?" ask Fiorella.
"No, I just sorted it out, I also have to wash and iron first to make it look new" explained Miki.
Miki then stood up, he handed her the pay envelope.
"Fio, here's my paycheck. I hope enough for this week."
"Miki, you keep it!" Fiorella.
"Why? My salary is not much but enough for the cost of eating."
"Miki, you canister! I've got my own money."
On the other side.
Fabiano accidentally saw a post from Miki selling used clothes. Fabiano smiled as if he was happy because Miki was nothing compared to him.
"Fio will be back to me soon" he murmured.
Fabiano then sent the post to his elite group which there was Fiorella as well.
Fabiano: Help to buy it. Who knows, you like.
Xxx: Used clothes? Is it still time to wear old clothes? This is Italy, the elite.
NNN: Who sold it? But handsome too when looked at.
Yyy: Embarrassing!
Rrr : Oh! I just get paid not to wear it.
Fabiano smiled slightly, apparently he was still expecting his ex-wife to divorce her new husband.
Kling...
An incoming message that turned out to be from Fiorella.
Fio: What do you mean? You're deliberately embarrassing Miki?
Fabiano: I just want to help sell the product.
Fio: It's not appropriate for you to behave like that. I know you insulted her subtly.
Fabiano: Fio, you always think badly of me.
Fiorella did not want to reply, he looked towards Miki and photographed all the clothes. Of course he wants to sell it to followers who amounted to 3 million people.
"What are you doing?" ask Miki.
"We fight everyone who dares to underestimate us especially underestimates you" Fiorella replied.
