Girl For President

Appearance

Youla complained Anjani togetherness to Devan's mother, Madam Anggita. He said that Anjani is only a poor woman who uses Devan. He also added that Anjani was born from an obscure family. Whose real mother is unknown, she goes by the name of her stepmother.

"Devan!" call Anggita to his eldest son.

"Yes Ma'am," Devan replied approaching Anggita who was sitting on the dining chair.

"Is it true that you're in love with a girl named Anjani?" Anggita starts interrogating Devan.

"Where do you know?"

"There's no need for you to know where I got this information. Just answer Mom's question?"

"Yes, it's true that I'm close to Anjani, is there a problem?"

"No, just tell Mom who Anjani is?"

"He's a friend from SMU, I've liked him a long time ago but only recently did he accept me" Devan said.

"Mother doesn't forbid me from hanging out with anyone but I implore you to choose a woman who is like us when we are in a relationship or bond."

"Mother, man cannot choose what kind of family he will have when he is born. We are lucky to have a complete and wealthy family. Anjani though she is from a poor family but she is a good woman who I am."

"You can play with him but to go to a more serious level you won't allow it."

"Our mother was given the heart to choose what is good and right, for me Anjani is a perfect woman not worthy of her being played!" exclaim Devan.

"Devan are you getting brave with your mom?"

"Sorry Mom, it's not that I want to be brave but I love her and love comes without being forced she comes suddenly, unplanned, unfortunately my love has fallen on her. Either you'll approve it or I don't care!"

Devan then went up to his room in annoyance.

***

"Good morning?" greet Marsellina friendly on Anjani.

"Good morning chief," Anjani turned. "Mother looks fresh and beautiful today."

Marselina does look beautiful with peach colored dress fitting body. Similar colored shoes. His short shoulder-length hair on a neat comb to the back of the drizzle, looked fresh. She also wears a slightly thicker make-up than usual.

"Oh, yes today there is a rally, the big lady invited her social friends to come here. For that I have to look neat because I don't want to embarrass the owner of this house."

Marsellina looked at the simple appearance of Anjani wearing that shirt. Only black span skirts and batik tops are alternating. Similar colored flat shoes.

"I can't dress up pretty like you," Anjani replied casually.

The image that was walking heard the conversation of the two people. He then looked at Anjani's clothes from the bottom up.

"Hey you come here" Citra called to Anjani.

"I'm Madam?" said Anjani approaching.

"Help me to clean the closet" Citra said.

"Don't you let Anjani alone don't she wait for Earth to study in school today?"

"Okay Madam" said Anjani and followed Citra.

Marsellina raised her eyebrows upwards. She was not an ordinary girl before she worked in a private bank but came out. It just so happens that Lara needs a butler and she accepts it because the salary offered is as big as her salary at the bank.

He only needed to arrange this house whereas all the menial work was done by all the servants in the house. Plus the status of the widower who was carried by Abhimanyu made him more excited to do his job. His work was from 5.30am until dinner time ended but he often returned later that night to prepare for Abhimanyu's needs in place of the late Lara. He was even willing to warm the man's bed but Abhimanyu seemed to be always cold to him.

Anjani enters Citra's room for the first time. He swept his gaze across the corner of this room. It looks luxurious and beautiful like a royal room in a fairy tale. Her net was fixed on the photo of the middle-aged man who was similar to Abhimanyu if the man was old. Maybe it was a photo of Abhimanyu's late father.

Imagra walked towards his enormous cupboard full of carvings at each corner. The image opens while in the corner of the other room there is a tall glass cabinet where Mrs Citra keeps her branded bag and some beautiful shoes. Anjani hardly breathes to see it. He was silent as if he was thinking. Then look towards Anjani.

"Let's follow me" said Citra who came out of the room. Anjani followed him. He headed to a room next to Abhimanyu's room which was in the very corner of the room itself facing Anjani's room. The image then starts to open it by opening it first.

Anjani was more surprised to see a room as big as his room. There are a lot of cabinets and glass tables available for various needs of men and women. There are rows of clothes of men and women different places.

Is this a shop or what? Anjani.

"This walk on closet belongs to Abhimanyu connected to my son's room." The image pointed at one of the doors.

Anjani nodded his head, he understood that everything in this room belonged to Mr. Abhimanyu and his late wife.

"Only I can open this room. Usually the Bik Sum that I will bring to clean this room," he continued.

"Hopefully she won't get angry," muttered Citra approaching one of the women's wardrobes and dragging her to the side. There are various women's clothes that are still well stored.

Citra asks Anjani to come closer and take some clothes and hand them to Anjani.

He also takes one flatshoes shoe and gives it to Anjani.

"Try me on!" citra.

"This is for me, ma'am?" The image nodded its head. "Here?"

"Yes, don't be ashamed of that, we're both women."

With hesitation Anjani undressed. The image itself is more fun to see Lara's bag.

"Lara is the perfect woman. She is beautiful, smart and kind. Very suitable if juxtaposed with Abhimanyu. His taste in appearance is also very high. She never wants to wear the KW stuff everything has to be original, it's understandable because from birth she's already a rich Taipan princess."

"His good appearance, becomes a deficiency and advantage. The drawback is that Abhimanyu has to spend a lot to meet his needs, the advantage is that I am very proud to bring him to socialite events."

"She was unmatched, so during their marriage Abhimanyu never glanced at any woman because to her Lara was the most perfect woman he saw. All the packages are on him. To make him blind by love."

The image turned her body and saw Lara's clothes fittingly attached to Anjani's body.

"Perfect" said Citra. ''All these clothes will be yours."

"Ha! What if Mr Abhimanyu sees?"