Girl For President

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"Not ngedate but my father invited me to attend a meeting with his business relations," said Anjani.

"Oh" said the three Abhimanyu children simultaneously.

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Anjani then goes to the living room following Pakem. Slamet, along the way the other servants were seen staring cynically and disliked him and whispering. I don't know what they whispered but he knows if it's not good.

"That's them Bu Anjani," pointed Mr. Slamet at the two women standing. One other woman in formal dress was holding a dress wrapped in plastic and another woman was not a real woman carrying a makeup box.

"Oh, hello Miss Anjani I was ordered by Mr. Abhimanyu to change your appearance to attend the official party. Introduce my name Misye and this is Flora my assistant," said the woman so-called introduced herself.

"Can I refuse it, '' Anjani said in a hopeful tone. He did not want to go with the man and get close. He was already grateful that the man often went home the night so the intensity of their meeting diminished. But now he is forced to follow orders that are not part of his job.

"Can't because if that's what you do then Mr. Abhimanyu will still pay for this dress and makeup bill. After all, the Kusuma Family is our boutique subscription, we can't leave before we finish our duties" she said.

"Wait a minute I will contact Mr. Abhimanyu first. Do you have her number?" ask Anjani to the woman. Frankly, he never kept Abhimanyu's phone number even though the man had given him his business card.

"Oh, let me sit down first. The weather outside was very hot and we struggled to come here after a long traffic jam" Misya said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, please sit down. I'll get you a glass of water to drink. What do you want to drink?"

"A glass of fresh orange juice seems to taste good" said Misya while sitting on a chair.

Anjani then went into the kitchen and asked Tuti's mother for help to make orange juice drinks and snacks for two of her guests. After that, he went back into the living room.

"She doesn't want us to make up" said Misya as she fanned herself.

"Alright if you want to talk to him. That's better" Misya said and handed her phone to Anjani. He said from Abhimanyu without making a sound.

"Hallo, sir," said Anjani.

"Anja, I know you don't want to go to that meeting. However, this important business party there are many great entrepreneurs gathered here it is very important for me to attend and greet them all." Anjani walks away from Misye and her man.

"What does this have to do with me?" anjani said in a displeased tone very softly.

"Closely connected because I never bring women to any event. Mr. Gabriel has reported this news to his friends. It would be funny if I came alone while they thought I was coming along with my future wife. I could be a material for later. Please follow my request" asked Abhimanyu.

Anjani was silent thinking. "Okey, just this next time don't ever do this again."

"Yes, next time I won't force you" Abhimanyu said. "But you alone will come with me" said Abhimanyu.

"I'll pick you up at six o'clock. You don't need dinner 'cause we're gonna eat there."

Anjani then turns off the phone unilaterally and hands it to Misye back.

"How do you agree?" misye asked after sipping the juice of her order brought by Ibu Tuti earlier when Anjani was on the phone.

"You don't want to" said Anjani.

"You know if that guy's so stubborn. But she's soft inside as soft as ice cream."

"And it's cold" Anjani added, and they both laughed.

"Then we just go to your room and start this job" Misye said.

"Say you're Mr Abhimanyu's future wife?" ask Misya.

"It's not that I'm just the babysitter of her children" Anjani replied.

"But that's what Assistant Mr. Abi said." Anjani just shrugged his shoulders up.

"You're lucky to marry him. Besides because he's handsome and rich the man is also kind and loyal."

Anjani looks at Misya from the mirror reflection. "I have known many famous and successful people but few men can be loyal to his wife. Mr. Abi included the man. For fifteen years I worked in this world and became acquainted with the Kusuma family, I never even saw him holding the hand of a woman except his wife."

"His wife is a lucky woman" Anjani said.

"You will also be lucky if you marry that man," said Misya. The woman then took a deep breath as if she was convoluted with her own thoughts.

"Is there anything I need to know?" ask Anjani.

Misya looked around and told her assistant to close the room door.

"His wife once had an affair with another man" whispered Misya.

"You don't joke it's impossible. I knew they were the perfect couple" Anjani said.

"No one is perfect in the world including a relationship" Misya continued.

"But you don't say this to anyone, including Mr. Abhimanyu. The man did not even know what his wife was doing behind him. He's a very nice and innocent man."

"You must not defame a dead man because he cannot rise from the grave to prove his innocence."

"For the sake of the bird that is still standing upright in me, I am not lying, Flo even knows about it," Misya said reassuringly.

Flo and Anjani who heard Misya's words soared in shock, what kind of oath is that?

"Allow Flo?" misya.

"Right," Flo replied without giving more details.

"Akh it's Mr. Abi's past, I don't want to interfere. I have nothing to do with that man anyway" Anjani said.

"You'll regret it if you refuse it" Misya said confidently.

"I'd regret if I married her maybe. First I already have a lover, second I still go to college my life is still long and our third age range is very far. He's almost the same age as my father just a few years older than my father."

"How old is your boyfriend?" ask Misya.

"Because of my age" replied Anjani.

"He's from the family?" Anjani nodded uncertainly.

"It is certain that you will be rejected by his family because you are only a low caste according to them. For them, their children are a great asset of the family. It is unlikely to be given to a woman who cannot support her child's career that has not yet begun."

"I know how socialite mothers think" whispered Misya. "Only one in a million mothers will willingly give their children to a woman whose social strata are far below theirs."