Idol Man, Never Leave a Trace with Hurt A Woman's Heart

Episodes 227. Party Dress For Prita

Prita underwent another activity, the morning left for the office and the afternoon returned home.  No longer did anyone burden his thoughts at this moment. The days he had always dreamed of in the past he had. Worked and had a good career. He will not waste this time. The joy, happiness and gratitude he felt now. Revealed by a cheerful, radiant and excited attitude. Everyone saw Prita a beautiful girl with a million bliss. His face was always reddish, the lips were a smile where the young men in the office called the sweetest smile in the company.

It didn't take long, the girl became the talk of the employees. What's more recently he helped Mr. Boy Indra put a cooperation of great value. A process that is not easy but Prita patiently accompanied Mr. Boy Indra many times to visit prospective clients. Pair Boy and Prita for clients is more fun. Both look harmonious and have a chemist that makes people fascinated by both. This is actually what makes the company finally willing to become a client.

"Prita! wait." wait."

Dian and Marlina called out to him who was walking towards his room upstairs.

"Hurry up, this is still a long time in. We go to the cafeteria first yuk."

"You kangen huh? he he he, come on but don't take long. I have a lot of work."

"Duh, who's the boss's favorite."

"Em, it's normal, don't be, I work to my capacity."

"Yes-yes of course he he he he."

"Bakal nih Prita's party, we'll be together."

"party? I don't know yet."

"Every year there is a party event, the company calls it a sign of gratitude for the abundance of the windfall,"

"Oh, Mr. Boy hasn't talked about it."

"He designed and printed his invitation at a five-star hotel in downtown Jakarta,"

"When?"

"The end of the month."

"Oh, he hasn't told me."

"Therefore we promise to go together, the cost to get there is quite efficient three joint venture."

"Oh, ready."

"He he he, we're sure you'll want to go together, rather than alone."

"Yes, when I went to the party to ride a moge, mending ride a taxi online right with you guys."

"Sipp, it's time for work."

Dian stared at her watch, they immediately finished the remaining drinks then rushed into their respective rooms. Prita did not think, he was a few days with Boy , but the man did not talk about the Thanksgiving party at all. But he hastily dispelled the no-no thought. It could be that Mr. Boy also did not focus on thinking about the event. Not what matters according to him. So he didn't involve Prita.

Shortly after that day, Boy suddenly took him to a mall.

"Prita, let's accompany me to your director."

"Meet client?"

"No, don't ask too many questions, just follow me."

Prita tilted her lips, this man was very happy with his name impromptu. Anything impromptu, and he should always be ready with that impromptu, annoying. But let it be, was he not given a great salary with a job as a deputy director. He was not experienced at all like Mr. Boy. But because he mastered the ins and outs of the company then he could present it, even though at first with a falter and nervous. His experience of just a few months serving consumers with Dian and Marlina turned out to be very useful. Managing incoming and outgoing finances and pricing information he learned from his two friends.

Before long Boy and Prita were already in a large mall in the Blok M area.

"Well, to the mall anyway,"

"Where else would you buy clothes if not the Mall?"

Prita pulled her lip line, she also knew that. Does it mean to the mall also included in his work as a vice director?

"As Director and deputy director I want our shirts to impress the uniforms, adding confidence to everyone that we are very solid. Looked from his shirt."

"O, is that it?"

Prita. Looks like Boy asked something to the saleswoman. Then take Prita to the elevator to the place indicated by the saleswoman. A gallery of party dresses for couples. Well, Prita was amazed to see those beautiful and elegant dresses.

"This is a place for women's dresses, really want to buy a dress? who for?"

Prita.

"Eventually there is a party held by the company, you and I must be present and appear before the guests representing the company, therefore our party clothes must be in harmony!"

Boy Indra emphasized representing the company.

"No need to know, there will be me who will invite you to the party."

Prita fretting, just deserved it. It'll be impromptu again.

"But at the end of the month, I have an appointment."

"Cancel it!"

"Yes Rabb, what the hell is that? promise first."

"Cancel!"

They look at each other. Prita finally gave up.

"Let's pick your dress!"

"So, come here to buy my dress?"

"My clothes too!"

They continued to fight, until a saleswoman called both of them and showed them a beautiful dress.  Prita was fascinated by the model. Both of them touched the dress.

"Our latest model, the designer just dropped her off this morning for display."

"Truely beautiful, apparently made with love."

"Absolutely, this is the designer's shop. For years she did not make a dress. Our designer suffered a broken heart. He lost hope and despair. Until last night she called me and said that she wanted to drop off a pair of these party dresses which were her inspiration for a young couple who would wear the most beautiful designs right out of her fingers."

"Oh, so this dress has a story?"

"That's how brother, if you both buy this beautiful dress then save the designer's career that has just begun after he sank into grief."

"If this dress fits her well and fits me well, don't worry I'll pay for her dress and her man's clothes, all at once."

"Please brother, try."

The friendly and sincere girl at work helped Prita to the fitting room. Prita was amazed because the dress was attached to her body. The neat seams and the details of the model and the soft colors are very suitable for Prita's persona. But he was more concerned with the price. A pair of his dresses and men's clothes were valued at 150 million. Prita held her mouth. The reason is that the material is indeed made of the most expensive type of fabric in the world. The designer has sold his luxury car to make clothes of his creation.

"You were the first to see this dress, maybe she was a match with you guys."

"Oh yes if you don't believe my story, you can call our designer, he must have just arrived at his house."

Edwing who does know quality goods certainly believes it, as great as he saw the gallery already knows that the owner is someone who knows very well the taste for. It only makes from the best dress materials and provides the perfect finishing details. Her dress and clothes looked charming as they wore them.

"But it's expensive."

Prita frowned, she had just seen firsthand the 150 million precious dress.

"I'll pay for it, but I'll cut it out of your pay."

Edwing said it coldly like heartless, Prita naturally rejected him. She is not a girl who is tempted by the luxury of a dress.

"I don't want to, it's too expensive, baby my money."

"Remember we both represent a large, growing company, your appearance is a picture of the company, it's the company that will pay it for us, but please I want to ask the designer for a correction."

Finally, the guard connected with the dress designer. Edwing said that he wanted to buy the dress for a special girl. He and the girl were going to attend a company party, asking for a little discount.

But the designer assures that the dress is not expensive. He created it for two years, sewing it himself and imagining a girl and a young man would wear it. When compared to the sacrifice of creating the dress, the price he set is not comparable, the dress is a status symbol for someone.

Edwing could not say anything. He finally agreed on the price of the designer. The calculations helped to resurrect the gallery of the designer who was on the verge of bankruptcy. Transactions also occur. The dress and her partner were immediately wrapped very neatly. Prita could not imagine she was going to a party with Boy Indra in a couple party dress for 150 million rupiah.

　

　

　

　

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