Married To An Ex

New appearance

"I don't want to wear that shirt." Nabila throws a blouse without arms in Riana's hands. Just looking at it was horrified, let alone wearing it.

"Then what do you want to wear?" annoyed.

Riana almost gave up. Arranging the appearance of Nabila is much more difficult than peeling shrimp. Everything is wrong and not suitable. In fact, according to his net view, the tiny body of the girl was more fitting to wear the shirt earlier.

"The one with the long sleeves and skirt like this." The skirt she was wearing.

"Until gray, no man will fall in love with you. Even though there are those who are definitely equal to Satia." Riana pulled Nabila's hand with a slight roughness.

They stand in front of the mirror. Staring at her own reflection, even though her face is more beautiful, but Nabila felt Riana more neat and charming. Not like her broken self.

"A house was not just built or bought, Nabila. But it also needs treatment. What happens if a house is not treated, it will definitely be abandoned. So too with us. Show everyone who has ever insulted your appearance. Show them that you're really pretty and not slovenly." Riana mimicked the words of some of their friends who worked in the factory.

"Just you have to change, period." Riana was forced.

No more rejection, Nabila fell silent and digested Riana's words. This time he had to give up and accept the opinion of his best friend. Perhaps that way, he was no longer looked at one eye.

"Well, I'll change." Hugging Riana who looked angry.

Finally, too.

Not only is Riana happy with Nabila's decision, Nisa is also happy. Unceasingly promised to give a gift to Riana who had succeeded in persuading Nabila.

Give each other support like when they are hit by a problem. Provide support when someone needs it. Tie the rope of friendship tightly and will not fade by anything.

Riana's struggle does not stop there, she also teaches Nabila about the right ways to dress up so that the results are maximum, natural and elegant. Not too menor, but still beautiful to look at.

Also, choose clothes that are suitable to wear when working. Teach about how to serve guests well and kindly.

"I knew that already." Nabila slammed her body on the bed while screaming. Of course, everything Riana taught was very complicated. But what power, he already agreed with the path chosen by the friend.

"I'm sure after this your life will change" said Riana so sure.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Riana had a neat appearance. He helps Nabila prepare the job application files, also drove her to the restaurant, while Nisa followed because she was late to wake up.

"Ah, you're beautiful, Nabila. This must be Riana's artwork.'' Nisa amazed. Scanning Nabila's body from top to bottom, front and back.

Really, Nabila really changed. The hair that was once disheveled, now looks very neat. Even with his shirt, a white shirt worn right on his tiny body. Not too tight and not too loose. Long plisket skirt worn was no less interesting, just looks uncomfortable with his shoes are rather high.

"I'm sure you'll be accepted. Now enter! Nisa and I will wait outside" Riana said as she opened the door.

Nabila took a deep breath. Expel the nervousness that suddenly struck. In fact, all this time he had never been afraid to face anyone, but now there was a little fear that infiltrated.

"Excuse me, Ma'am. Can I meet the manager of this restaurant? I want to apply for a job" Nabila told one of the employees at the restaurant.

"Please come in, Ma'am. There are also two people who want to apply for a job." A small hallway at the end.

After saying thank you, Nabila immediately left the woman. Approaching two people sitting in front of one of the rooms that read manager.

"You're applying for a job, too?" ask Nabila politely.

No one answered, instead the two women looked at Nabila with a cynical look, like an envious person.

Sorry to throw away his voice. He sat down in an empty chair without excuse.

The door opened from inside. A handsome man came out. Staring at Nabila and the two people who came first were alternating. Then look back at Nabila with a long time.

"Who comes first, come in!" said later.

"I, Sir." A woman who was sitting at the very edge raised her finger and entered, while Nabila and one other person were still waiting.

Only about five minutes did the woman come out with a sour face. Judging from his aura, it seemed unacceptable. It was evident that he left the place.

"Your turn!" Pointing the woman who was next to Nabila.

"O Allah, may I be received" Nabila prayed in a soft voice.

Although it is not, it is also okay, the important thing is to try as much as possible as the conditions submitted on the brochure.

Just like earlier, the five-minute distance the summoned woman had already gone out and left. Now it's Nabila's turn.

Without waiting to be called, he had already stood up and approached the man who was allegedly the manager.

"Sit down!" tell the man in a flat tone.

Every time there was a man ketus, Nabila so remembered with Rifky that is very arrogant. They met each other by name. It turned out that the man's name was Anton, the manager at the place.

After a little chat, Anton read Nabila's cover letter, occasionally glancing at the girl. It was as if something wanted to be said but was being held back.

"So you've worked in a shrimp factory?" ask Anton without staring.

"Yes, Sir. I came out because there is a personal matter" replied Nabila.

"You're married?" he asked again, even though he had read Nabila's identity card, it could still be asking, a waste of time.

Nabila nodded without a sound. He doesn't like that status. Though until now also still a virgin, but it is impossible to announce in front of many people.

"You're accepted. From tomorrow you can come in." Submitting Nabila's KTP.

There is nothing you feel right now but happiness. Be thankful for what you have to accept.

"Thank you, sir." Bowing respect while holding his hands that want to act.

"You know what your job is, don't you?" ask Anton, reminding me.

"Already, Sir. I'll work well, then I say goodbye." Once again Nabila bowed and came out with a heart that flowered because of accepted work.

"I finally got another job."

Along the way to the front of Nabila's lips continued to smile. No hesitation in greeting everyone who works in that place. He met them before becoming his brother.

"My name is Nino." A handsome young man from behind shouted as Nabila shook hands with the others.