My Choice of Woman

Episode 120's

Happy imagination

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“Aunt Saka, who are they?!” ask Kinanti to ask for an answer immediately.

Tall man with soft style speak up, “Amboi .. we will improve your appearance to be more beautiful at the party later.”

“Party? What party?!” ask Kinanti who suddenly everything becomes confusing.

“According to Mr. Yori's orders, you will we magic into promadona in the party,” sahut women whose hair is painted purple.

The woman who was styled bob hair came to Kinanti whose face was in confusion. “Nona nothing to fear, we just want to run client's orders. Introduce my name, Cintya.”

Like magic, the female nature and face made Kinanti lulled and entered in her invitation. Kinanti obeyed all orders from Cintya, from cleaning herself to changing her hair to make her prettier. In the hair, a tall man with a gentle style and hair color similar to corn yellow, said his name was Dom cut some of Kinanti's hair. She showed her hair stylist skills.

After completion, the turn of the woman whose hair and appearance are all purple paint the hair Kinanti previously lubricated with a variety of hair health products. The woman was named Willy, she also menganta kinanti hair to make it more orderly and beautiful. The last touch came from Cintya who smeared a variety of cosmetic products whose place was colorful. Kinnati nails were not spared from the beautiful color polish. Their mission is to solve this before Naresh gets home. They have to beautify the girl.

The twilight changed the night. All was done, the bob-haired woman with the bangs took Kinanti to one of the rooms that I had occupied before. In the room was a statue of a headless mannequin wearing a dress that I had seen in the boutique earlier. A black dress that draws her eyes to the point of wanting to have it.

“Isn't this the dress ...”

“True Miss, this is the dress that you will wear at the evening party,”Cintya replied.

“Which party? You guys didn't explain which party I was going to?” Kinanti asked for the answer she wanted to ask.

“Wouldn't Miss be Mr Yori's partner at the party?” he said, “should Miss already know which party.” Cintya smiled, her cheeks widened to make her eyes narrow.

What is meant by Cintya is a party that will be attended by Mrs Fernando? Isn't my position just a maid? Just a companion is nothing more than that. Why did Brother Naresh choose me?

“Nona, do you know, this dress was ordered by Mr. Yori according to your wishes,” Cintya said disperse the daydreams of Kinanti.

Kinanti stared at the dress. The dress she really wanted to have and now she's going to wear it tonight. Is this a request or a command? Sometimes I don't understand the perverted man's mind.

Cintya left the girl alone in the room in order to wear her own black dress of her choice. Perfect, Kinanti was alone in the room that she had occupied before. The room that still looks the same as the last time he left this room, actually Naresh has asked Kinanti to stay with him, but the girl refused on the grounds that she was a maid and it was inappropriate to live with a man without a bond.

Kinanti had finished wearing that dress. Very snugly coiled in his body. In the mirror image, she looks very beautiful wearing a dress with this polish.

“Is that me? You look beautiful in the mirror with this appearance.” Kinanti praised herself.

But in his heart there was a question that always led to very bad thoughts. The question grew sharper as she faced the mirror in a conglomerate woman's dress. Sometimes the question hits the needle of rain that falls down on the earth.

Am I just the toy girl? Is the game finished? Can I end this? I'm not tired, I just want to go back to my normal life.

Suddenly the door opened without a knock. A man whose face was very familiar was attached to both of Kinanti's eyeballs. Mr. Yori has been wearing a black tuxedo come like the word woman with bob-style hair. From the look of the man's eyes there is a capture of beauty so that he can print a charming smile.

“It turns out you're here,” said the man. He stepped in closer to Kinanti.

The room had only two people, Naresh with a charming smile stroking Kinanti's well-groomed hair. He was satisfied with the work of the three people who had beautified the beauty that was already pure there.

“You ready?” ask Naresh.

Kinanti lowered her head, she could not see the charming smile of the man. He avoids eye contact that can lead to feelings. “Which party are you going to? Should you take me, brother? Though in hindsight I was just a maid, not worth getting this all.” Kinanti's eyes that forced to see the wooden floor that he incandescent.

Naresh still did not understand what Kinanti had just said. He saw the girl bowed lethargic like there was a snare holding her. For the sake of comfort, Naresh reached out to the girl's cheeks with both hands.

“You are not a maid.”

Kinanti looked at the full face of the man who reached out to her cheeks. Implied promise that always flows from the gap of his teeth. Kinanti's heart beat is getting faster pumping blood fluid faster.

“You are beautiful today and you deserve everything,” Naresh said.

A time comes to a halt when two human children look at each other lovingly. They pay attention around with only a single view that has a bond. Kinanti was unsure of the bond as it had never surfaced, but a red hue had adorned the cheeks like a blooming sakura.

“Are we not going to be late if it's just like this constantly?” ask Kinanti on the sidelines of that amazing moment.

“It looks like you're ready to go to the party, Kinanti,” said Naresh, “mari's leaving soon.” Naresh tightly knitted the girl's hand to get to the car.

They just passed through the room and had been barked sweet car that would take them to the party. Kinanti drew Naresh's hand, she shook her head at the sign of doubt.

“What's up?” Naresh who had been anxious to mark the girl, but stopped him from doing so.

“If Mr and Nyona Fernando are present, will I not be his companion? And I have to be the driver ‘kan?” Kinanti just did not want to make trouble especially to her employer.

“I told you, you're not a maid! But you're my lover tonight.” Naresh pulled Kinanti by the hand and opened the car door for her to sit down and enjoy the ride.

Kinanti simply complied, she sat cautiously afraid that her dress might be revealed. He just sat down as wanted by the man who would protect him and insist on calling him a maid. Once steady in his position, Naresh closed the car door. Tonight he just wants to both enjoy the trip to print sweet memories.

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