Love Story of Irene

Good news

Irene arrived at her sister's boutique. He decided to go there instead of being alone in the apartment. Ivone Boutique is not too big but always crowded with customers. In the area, the boutique is already known to people, but not to the city level because the boutique was still newly opened about a year ago. Irene came in and carried a tote in her hand, it seemed like food.

"Good day everyone." He greeted all the employees. "Have you guys had lunch?"

"It's been Irene's mba.." Answer them lightly.

"How did Irene go, did the interview go well?" Ask Citra enthusiastically.

"Very good." Irene smiled. "Is brother Ivone at his desk?"

"There's no mba." Reply Citra still noticed Irene.

"Okay, I went there first." Irene stumbled to her sister's desk.

"Siang brother.. What other brother? Brother has lunch?" Irene sat down on the sofa putting down her bag and her food. He took off his high heels. " Akhh tormented this disposable."

Ivone was still focused on holding a pencil in his hand doodling the white paper in front of him. Just a quick glance at Irene stroking the heel behind her foot.

After a few minutes he approached Irene.

"When you get used to not being scuffed anymore." Ivone sat next to Irene.

"Now you eat first, we will buy ointment to treat it."

"Good brother. Did you eat?"

"It."

Ivone still faithfully accompanied his sister until she finished eating.

"Happy?"

Irene nodded.

"All right now tell me how your interview was."

Irene told me everything. From the beginning he entered in check until the arrival of secretary Sam to the interview room.

"Sister, I can answer all the questions without any significant hindrance even though I'm nervous." Irene hugged her sister.

"That's all because of brother's prayers and advice. Thank you, brother." Irene looked up at the sister's face.

"Together my dear sister. Thank goodness you can answer everything so well."

"Are I accepted, brother?" Irene leaned her head on my sister's shoulder.

"We just pray, whatever the outcome is best for you." Ivone patted his sister's back gently.

Irene let go of the hug and sat leaning back. "But I find it strange, brother, the secretary seems to know me. Though I had never met him while interning at that company."

"Which is probably my brother, he's very respected in that company. His aura alone was very radiant if he was an important person there.

"really?" Ivone was indifferent to Irene's speech.

"Yes, he's actually handsome and not too old, I think. I think the same age as my brother. But unfortunately his face was very serious and too flat never a smile. Just try it if it's a smile, the good looks are perfect."

Ivone did not heed his sister's ravings that had gone nowhere. He continued the pending design.

"Sister, if you look around, he's like a big brother. Cold as the poles."

"Irene..." Ivone looked at Irene not like it.

"Haha, I'm sorry, brother, I'm just passing my judgment." Irene chuckles. If you think you are the same brother. If you are together or dating you will do yes, is it just quietly. Irene chuckled more and more with her own thoughts.

"Irene you're bothering sister." Ivone put down his pencil and folded his hands.

"Sorry brother, please continue with sister's work. I'll shut up and sit here sweet. Good work, Ivone." Irene locked her mouth shut.

Irene recalled Sam's secretary's message. How could he ask me to change my typing speed in a week. Is he not sane. My typing speed is fast. I was above average, and I was proud. I wonder what he's typing...

Day after day Irene passed by with anxiety. He already knew what his Spanish was morning, noon, and night and the few words he used daily. He was worried about his typing speed. He had not been able to type until it became a hundred words per minute. It's ridiculous. It seemed like he was just joking with those words. The proof until now that the company has not contacted me. Maybe he rejected me that way. But if they don't like me, just tell me. He walked back and forth in the room. She chose to stay in the apartment for a few days so she could concentrate on learning Spanish and changing her typing speed.

Irene again sat bo*****nya by the bedside. He grabbed his laptop and started typing. Somehow even though Irene did not get certainty still learning to type.

Today is sunday. Irene was convinced that she was rejected by the Central Group company. The proof is that there is no news from the company. Never mind, I'll apply for a job at another company. I will buy a newspaper.

"Where are you today?"

"Not anywhere. I want to relax in the apartment. This week the order is quite a lot that drains the energy and mind. Where are you going?"

"I want to take a walk to the park. Brother want to come?"

"Silver brother, you're all."

Irene changed her shorts which showed her smooth thighs. She also wears a thin peach-colored sweater that fits perfectly with her clean white skin.

Arrived in the park. He was sitting on a park bench exactly two weeks ago where he met the teenager who sold newspapers. Irene watched her surroundings trying to find the teenager. Irene had been waiting for a long time while enjoying the beauty of the garden overgrown with flowers but the teenager was still not seen. I'd rather buy a newspaper somewhere else. Irene. Suddenly his phone vibrated, a call from an unknown number.

"Hello."

"Hello miss Irene, good morning. From tomorrow you can work for the Central Group company. Please do not arrive late at eight. I hope the lady has finished working on the pr I gave her. See you tomorrow, good morning.." Tuuut.tuuut.

"Haahh, I know that voice." Secretary polar. He spoke and hung up the phone as he pleased. He wouldn't let me speak other than saying my hal earlier.

Irene who was initially upset turned into a happy cheer. He did not care about the people who started coming to the park. He ran small to the apartment. Ivone should be the first to hear this good news from him. His feelings cannot be described with words. He even shed his happy tears.