
The day after the proposal day Troy and Tita decided to do a prewedding photo session, Tita chose the concept of indoor and outdoor. He had a white wedding dress and was in his makeup, while Troy was wearing a black suit, Troy actually did not want to wear makeup he felt uncomfortable, he was not comfortable, her face felt sticky but Tita forced her. This is for the sake of perfect photos, finally Troy according.
The photographer for this prewedding photo was one of Tita's acquaintances, they were close enough that Tita did not feel nervous as the lens and camera light were pointing at her, in contrast to Troy, he is very groggy and stiff. They were both doing a photo shoot in the studio.
"Troy smiles more naturally do not be stiff like this, relax only" asked the photographer. Troy tried to take a deep breath to calm down a little and began to try to smile weakly as weakly as possible.
"Like this?" Troy raised his hand, and the camera light flashed.
"Yaaahhh still stiff, we change the pose this time you can stand. We'll also move to the studio next door" the photographer ordered.
"I'm sorry if later the picture is not good, I'm really stiff like a dry canoebo when in the photo" Troy regretted while helping Tita walk, her long dress dangled, Troy held the dress from behind.
"Well how else brother Troy is not a model, so it's only natural if tense and stiff, for me already have a prewedding photo I'm happy"
"You're so happy" praised Troy for making Tita laugh.
"What should happiness be? I've got that fancy thing, getting married to Troy's brother is the highest level of dream I've ever had and soon it will be realized" Tita's smile sincerely rattled Troy. He had never found someone so grateful and happy because he was there. Troy does not want to disappoint Tita this time he will try to style with more flexible so that the results of his photos become better.
They had reached the next studio, Tita and Troy standing opposite each other.
"Let's embrace your future husband's hand" the photographer ordered.
Tita clasped her hand and whispered something in Troy's ear.
"I love Troy's brother and am happy to have Troy's brother"
The whisper made Troy's heart rustle and feel cool, he held Tita's hand while smiling at the camera.
"I love Tita more than Tita loves me" she replied softly. They both smiled sincerely.
The camera took a picture of him several times.
"Good go" the photographer finished. "Now we will head to the park in front for the next photo shoot"
Troy again helps Tita walk, the location of the park is not too far so they arrive faster.
Troy and Tita had a photo shoot sitting on a park bench, the photographer faithfully gave directions, they both complied and the shoot was over. They have to go back to the studio.
The handsome man was still faithfully helping his future wife lift her long dress but it seemed Tita was exhausted, her walking legs began to slow down and almost sprained, understandably she was not used to wearing high heels.
"Tita why?" troy asks worriedly and catches Tita's body quickly.
"I'm tired of Troy's brother and my feet hurt with these slippers" he lamented, whining and revealing his flushed legs.
"Want me to carry?" tawar Troy could not bear to see his future wife in distress.
"But I'm heavy, brother Troy"
"Still heavier my love than your weight Tita" the girl chuckled at him, Troy who is now good at seducing.
"Sister Troy could be" his smile broadened.
"Let's get on my back" Troy put the horses slightly bent in front of Tita.
"It's really strong to carry me"
"Yes I'm strong"
Tita began to raise her body to Troy's back, now the man has lifted Tita's body completely and began to walk.
"Son't Troy ache?" tanyanya felt bad bothering Troy.
"No, I still manage to run instead" Troy was holding Tita while running fast, Tita embracing a strong neck while laughing.
"Troy's sister's pants" Tita's ink.
The photographer who saw the scene of the bride and groom-to-be was not wasting the moment, he photographed it.
"This photo is natural, more perfect than the previous photos" the photographer looked at the impromptu photos.
***
Brian was busy finishing his work, actually he was a little troubled there was no Troy who helped. He opened two documents at once, his gaze shifting from one document to another.
"Haaahhh" Brian sighed, he massaged the base of his nose slowly, feeling a little frustrated.
Tok tok tok tok
"Look in" he ordered.
"Good afternoon Mr. Brian" greeted him, his voice familiar, Brian raised his head to find out if his guess was correct.
"Nafiza? what's going on in my office?" his question saw his wife come wearing a white shirt and a black skirt like an apprentice walking up to Brian with some files.
"Today you'll get special help, I'll be your temporary secretary. It was my idea" Nafiza smiled as she raised her eyebrows.
"Can you be a secretary?"
"It's okay to just take a call and check your schedule, if your documents can teach me what to do" she replied lightly.
"You're more silent Nafiza's house, rest" Brian suggested.
"I'm bored at home" he whined.
"Hemmmm yes already but you don't have to sit in the front, just sit on this sofa" he pointed to the sofa in the room.
"Ready boss!!" Nafiza then walked out and carried her bag, apparently carrying two large plastic items containing food and snacks for lunch in Brian's office, her husband could only shake his head slowly.
Nafiza is sitting on her, she opens a tablet containing Brian's meeting schedule. He worked while eating, the sound of his mouth chewing sounded quite loud.
I want to complain, Brian can't.
"Nafiza" call Brian.
"Yes boss" he got up and walked over to Brian's desk.
"Please mark all the data that the amount of expenditure is above five million" Brian pointed to while submitting a file.
"Good boss" Nafiza stuffed the still intact bengbeng into the mouth, both hands took Brian's gift file, he returned to the sofa.
Nafiza began to signal with highlighter on the data according to Brian's direction, now he works while singing, disperse Brian's focus, again he can not be angry.
Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok
Nafiza stood up and walked to open the door of Brian's room, apparently a food deliveryman.
"The pizza?"
Nafiza came to her husband, and put his hand on her.
"What?" ask Brian not to understand.
"I don't have a wallet, for the money to pay for the pizza" he put on a face of blemish.
"Haaahhhh" Brian threw his rough breath away and gave his wallet to Nafiza.
After completing the payment, Nafiza was now busy checking the documents while eating pizza. Seeing him from earlier did not stop chewing food Brian felt engulfed.
"Troy where you are, I miss" Brian said.