Girl For President

Thick Face

In the morning Anjani woke up surprised he looked around and this was the afternoon where was he?

After his life had been recollected and his brain could already think he had just remembered if this was Abhimanyu's room. But last night he was in ... .

When Anjani began to remember everything Abhimanyu went into the room.

"Finally you're awake too" said the man sitting by the bedside.

"Hows it? " Anjani pointed to the bed.

"You fell asleep and I had to go into the girl's room so I took you to my room but I didn't do any more just lying with you" Abhimanyu said.

"What time is it?" ask Anjani.

"Jam to the morning" replied Abhimanyu. Anjani's eyes widened.

"What about the kids? Why didn't you wake me up first? Then what if someone knows I'm sleeping here?Chief Mother has she entered this room?" Anjani's words came to a halt when Abhimanyu put his finger on her sweet lips.

"Have you not thought about what your job is now to take a shower and get ready because I'm taking you somewhere?" abhimanyu whispered in Anjani's ear.

"Where?" tanya Anjani was stunned.

"To your parents' house" said Abhimanyu.

"It looks like my father is at work" Anjani said.

"My people have gone to your house so they don't go out today."

"You?!" Anjani is shocked and upset to be the one why the man did something without asking her first.

"We agreed last night" Abhimanyu said.

"But not so fast?"

"I want you to be my wife this very second but it seems impossible, maybe seven more days, or five or three or even tomorrow we get married. You know, I'm afraid you've suddenly changed your mind." Abhimanyu then tidied black and jet hair Anjani.

Anjani. He got out of bed and walked out of the room. But when he opened the door was surprised to see Marsellina standing at the door.

He could not hide or flee. He already has to keep moving forward. Anjani then walked past Marsellina without saying anything. The woman opened her mouth wide. I can't believe what he saw.

He saw Abhimanyu looking towards them. Marsellina held her chest. He felt short of breath and his head felt dizzy. He lost to a snot kid who had no taste at all about anything. From the low.

"Let me tidy up you can find another job" Abhimanyu said, closing the door. Marsellina's body instantly squeezed out instantly. His love was broken into pieces. The dream he had been building all this time collapsed just like that. His future was only wishful thinking without being able to reach him.

No he must not give up he will do anything to get everything back to how it was when Anjani had not come to this house. He should be able to get Anjani out of this house as soon as possible, dead or alive.

Anjani then went into his room with a thick face, some servants who were cleaning the second floor saw him come out of Abhimanyu's room. Maybe everyone will know and talk about it. It was up to them to say what, which was clearly not what they thought.

Anjani closed the room and locked her up and leaned against the door holding her chest.

This madman is crazy, he's like a cheap woman sleeping in her master's room. Everyone would think like that.

Recollecting what Abhimanyu said made him walk to the bathroom to clean himself up. Is he seriously marrying that guy? He thought all the time until he finished cleaning himself and looked neat.

"Bu Anja I was ordered by Mr. President to take you away from here now," Mr. Slamet said respectfully.

"Well, then where is he?"

"He left first. He declares you to go to the supermarket to buy some of the home needs needed by your family. You can wear whatever you want. He just ordered to buy what could make parents happy," said Mr. Slamet then gave a credit card to Anjani.

"Why didn't he give it to himself?" ask Anjani.

"He doesn't want to add to your problems with the mistress of the maid in this house" Mr. Slamet said.

"What Father?"

"I know if you're going to Miss's house to propose. He wants you to shop for a good proposal and one that is needed by the house. After he finishes the meeting, he will go to the place where the lady is to go together to Miss's house" said Mr. Slamet.

"Sir. Has Abhimanyu ever raged or scolded his wife loudly?" ask Anjani to affirm her choice is wrong or right.

"To the best of knowledge Mr. Abhimanyu never yelled at Madam Lara let alone rampage. Although he was stiff and stubborn but Mr. Abhimanyu was gentle."

"Father doesn't lie because he's your employer, does he?" ask Anjani.

"No," Mr. Slamet smiled. "We're leaving now!" bring him.

Anjani then walked first accompanied by Mr. Slamet they talked about the child along the way out. All the servants' eyes stared at their togetherness while whispering but they remained indifferent.

Anjani then got into the car.

"Sir, how were the kids?"

"I mean Mom?" Mr. Slamet turned his head briefly towards Anjani while driving.

"I didn't come out to accompany them this morning" Anjani sighed.

"Children are worried because sir says you're sick with a severe flu and no one should look for fear of them contracting it. They then said that even though they actually wanted to see how you are, Miss," said Mr. Slamet.

"Call me as you normally would, sir. Ms. Anja, better than Miss," Anjani said.

"You will be the future wife of Master it is fitting that I call Miss."

"Sir, I don't feel good about it" Anjani said. "But one thing that made me wonder is why do you know this? Um this wedding plan?"

"Mr Abhimanyu said that before leaving for work. Maybe because I was one of the employees who had worked for him for a long time, he trusted me to hold this secret. He also advised that no one in the house should know about this matter."

"What else do you know?" ask Anjani curiously.

There was a small nagging sound from Mr. Slamet.

"That's all I know, Miss. But Miss may have to prepare heart and body to marry Mr. Abhimanyu as soon as possible. He can do that at any time without having to plan."

"I mean Father?"

"Sir Abhimanyu doesn't like to waste time so he likes to move quickly to overcome any problems that exist. Including the problem of his heart that wants to immediately let go of his widow."