My Fat Girl 2

Snuggle

Gita sat on the chair staring at the computer blankly, her hands rubbing against her stomach. His heart was very upset to see Gilang who seemed to not care about him.

"Rubber.." Nino holds Gita's shoulder, to the shock of her taking the bag beside her and hitting her.

"You say you hold me, not polite." Said Gita straightforwardly.

"Please.. The Gita's..Gita. It's I'm Nino...!" nino shouted resuscitated Gita.

"Eh.. Mas Nino's. He.he.sorry. Why are you suddenly here?" Gita.

"Suddenly said lo, obviously I've been here." Omel Nino with her lips.

"What's up, Mom?" Gita grimacing.

"No, it's not in the mood" he said, sitting down.

"Idihih, that's it. Pantesan is still single."

"What does this have to do with trying?" Nino tickled.

"So, aren't you Ina?" Gita looked at Ina who had just entered.

"There, if you're wondering where you can have a girlfriend. Remember the age of No." Ina.

"Alah. if men are free to age how many times. Actually I am not single, but still lazy a ribet marriage like your husbands." said Nino.

"Well, you're no snobs."

"Mas, do I want to know someone?" said Gita.

"Who?" Nino enthusiastic.

"No, mother canteen." Gita said with a laugh.

"Damn lo Git,"

"Git. noh called your husband." Vian said while sitting in his chair.

"Em." replied Gita again staring worthy of a computer.

They all looked at each other at Gita's answer.

"Kok just 'em doang anyway Git?" ina asked while frowning.

"Ah.yeah." he said again.

"Lo there must be a problem again with Mr. Boss." Guess Nino.

"No, I'm fine." Gita said with a super sweet smile so they don't expect anything.

"If it's okay, the boss called directly dong street. It's a real mager where the face is scuffed" said Nino again.

"Mas Nino did not see this burden that I carry, it was heavy so quickly tired. So I'll just get there." Gita.

Ting! the message went into Gita's phone, she immediately glanced over.

Crossbreed

Dear...

Gita turned her phone around, she immediately did her job.

Until lunch Gita ignored the message from Vian to come to Gilang. He chose to go to the cafeteria rather than to Gilang's room.

"Git, you're not going to Gilang's room anyway?" said Vian.

"And I'm hungry, it should be to the cafeteria not to the room, Gilang." Clearly Gita was walking slowly. He was holding his pretty tight waist.

"But..."

"Vian, if he needs it, it's definitely my nyamperin. Let's just say, besides he's busy" he said continue to gawk the road.

"Huh. chick if the snack is amazing..." Vian shuddered.

...************...

Gilang ketar-ketir because Gita did not also visit his room. He wants nyamperin to have guests.

After all was done, Gilang immediately ended the meeting. After dropping off guests he rushed off to the cafeteria as per a message from Vian.

"Lila, please sort everything out. And leave the meeting with the client today" said Gilang.

"All right sir." replied Lila.

Gilang ran up to Gita, "Honey." call Gilang while sitting next to Gita.

"Yes" he replied with a smile. He doesn't want to show his betty.

"Kok just in the stir-fry so?" Gilang switched to a bowl filled with chicken noodles.

"Yes sir, from then on it's just in the mix. Though from the morning also do not eat anything, the snacks are still intact, the milk is still intact." ina.

"Dear." Call Gilang in a slightly flat tone.

"Ah. That's me not eating. It was probably breakfast time" he said. "Eh.. Vian, I forgot the data I haven't sent. Help me stand, surely the data awaited the same Mas Win." Gita wants to go avoid Gilang.

"This kid, what else to do." Inner Vian, there is clearly no work whatsoever. And he again became the victim.

Vian was confused, whether he wanted to help her stand up or not. Clearly there was Gilang next to him, but Gita asked for help just as he called for world war.

"Let me help you." Gilang. He helped Gita stand up.

"Thank you." he answered along the way. "Vian, the hunt" said Gita.

"OK." Vian rushed over, not forgetting that he coded Gilang to follow behind him.

"Rubber.."

"Hem.."

"Why the hell you cuekin Gilang, it's a kasian he became a cake plongo crazy" said Vian.

"Damn Vian, in my Crazy man's words." Inner Gilang, very eager to seal Vian's head.

"Gue isn't funny, just a feeling. We are still having work. The break is also over." Gita.

"It's a lie." Vian did not believe. Gita took a deep breath, then stopped.

"Why stop?"

"My clothes, my feet taste pegel-pegel. You go first to the room I can fifteen minutes to get there." he said.

Without words Gilang directly carried Gita.

"Eh.hh..." Gita shocked. "Silang get off me." Gita looks right-left embarrassed to see office employees.

"Ok, I'll unplug it first." Vian walked quickly unwilling to become a mosquito.

"Sister, shame." Gita's trying to get down. But Gilang did not tell him, he took Gita to his room.

Some employees stared enviously at what Gilang did. She also wants a husband who is rich, handsome and very romantic.

Gilang lowered Gita on the sofa, he looked at Gita fixedly.

"What's wrong?" tanya Gita was a bit flutter in the face of Gilang.

"Why you?" ask Gilang.

"I'm not okay, what's wrong?"

"You're my cuekin, you keep trying to avoid me" said Gilang still staring at Gita.

"Still ask me why? basic husband is insensitive. It's obviously wrong not to feel guilty." Gita's mind is upset.

"Just how you feel, I'm normal." The word Gita makes it seem as if everything is not happening.

"Please baby, don't make me like this. If you want to get angry, I know I was wrong because yesterday did not know you." Gilang finally admitted his mistake. Gita was silent, not responding to Gilang. He was confused about how, would be sorry is still sprained not in sorry kasian.

"Dear." Gilang held both hands of Gita.

"Honey, help papa dong persuade mom. Mama mengambek equally papa, you know papa can not be diemin with mama." Gilang stroked Gita's stomach and kissed her. He complained to the boy in the Gita. Gilang taped his cheek on Gita's stomach.

The tip of the lip of the Gita began to be interested so as to make an arch. He was amused when he heard the complaint from Gilang to the child in his womb.