Not a Contract Marriage

Choosing a dress

After shopping for jewelry, Gara now takes his wife to a boutique that is still in the same building.

"Mas, want to buy some clothes?" Ask Dira.

"Yes, we'll buy clothes. You don't have a lot of clothes to bring."

"Mas, do you know who changed my suitcase?"

"Why?"

"His clothes are a lot different. The same shirt I don't have, but the others are still the same. There were even some dresses on the floor."

Dira revealed what was stuck in his heart.

"Yesterday you wore the dress, right?"

"Yes, I doubt it. Fears to have Anggi, but Anggi's dress period is in my suitcase?"

"Don't wear that kayak dress. Even if Anggi has a dress, it must be the size of his skirt half a thigh."

"What the hell, Mas?"

"Yes, that dress in your suitcase was from grandma."

"Grandmother? How can?"

"Well, you'll sleep when we go to the airport. Reno stopped at Aunt Pita's shop because she told grandma."

"Well, there the members of Aunt Pita brought some dresses ordered by grandma. They're the ones who put the dress in your suitcase."

Finally Dira knew where the arrival of the beautiful dresses in her suitcase came from. From the beginning he saw the dresses he had wanted to ask Gara.

But because her husband always had a topic to talk about. Or always have activities to do with him, so Dira forgot to ask.

"There's something I can help you with, Miss." The boutique approached.

"Which one do you want, my wife?"

"Mas, how did you call me that anyway?"

Wonder Dira to her husband who has since continued to say the word 'my wife' to her. As if only he had a wife.

"Let everyone know you're a wife, Mom."

Dira exhaled softly hearing her husband's reply. What kind of entry is this husband until his behavior a little childish according to him.

"I want a dress to relax, Brother."

"It can't be dong, wife." Protest for his wife's choice.

"Why can't you?" Dira asked confused.

"We want a photo for a honeymoon wedding."

"What's that photo made of? Not the usual preweding photos, huh?"

"It was before marriage, but we were married. So his name is moment honeymoon wedding. Later if you already have a child named babymoon, we also take pictures later."

Dira blinked her eyes at her husband's words.

"Give up, Mom." The post, rather than having to hear more the term moon.

"A simple dress, brother. Which is suitable for the beach."

"That's right here, sir, Miss." The boutique clerk steered Dira and Gara to another part of the boutique.

"Please choose."

Dira releases Gara's handrails and begins to choose the dress on the hanger.

"What's this about, Mas?" Dira shows a simple dress in navy blue.

The length of the dress was below the knee, with the shoulder strap only three fingers wide with a floral pattern. The skirt section has two layers with a transparent outside to beautify the dress.

"Beautiful, try wearing it?" Pinta Gara wants to see his wife's choice of dress.

"Please come over here, Miss." The boutique clerk showed Dira the dressing room.

While waiting for Dira to come out, Gara asked the boutique employee to bring a shirt that matches his wife's.

"Where, Mas?" Dira came out of the dressing room with a dress of her choice earlier.

Because he did not answer what else responded to his wife's question. So fascinated with the beauty of Dira, Gara did not even realize that the boutique employee had come to bring the shirt he asked for.

"Sir, this is the shirt you asked for."

Because bertehem to divert his shock, also due to too admire the wife to forget herself.

"Good, we'll take that one more dress. A moment."

Gara stood up from her seat and approached the line of dresses that were still hanging. Take a white dress that is shorter in length than before.

"You try this one too." Dira received the dress that her husband gave her.

Without asking much more, Dira immediately re-entered the dressing room without paying attention to the dress her husband chose.

For reaching out her hand asking for the shirt earlier.

"I took this," he said after seeing the size of his shirt.

"Good, Sir."

Dira soon came out of the dressing room with her husband's choice of dress.

"Mr ..."

Because he was really amazed by his wife who looks fit into any outfit. Even the dress that was chosen by Gara increasingly makes Dira look high with her legs.

"Mad, don't you choose this dress? This is short, Mas?"

Dira tried to pull the long skirt in the middle of her thigh. Feeling a little uncomfortable because the first time to wear a skirt above the knee.

"You're beautiful, my wife." Gara approached Dira with a smile.

"We chose this one too?" Dira nodded in agreement to Gara's request.

Dira thought just to take pictures he was wearing the dress. After finishing taking pictures, Dira will immediately change.

Finish by choosing clothes to take pictures. Dira and Gara head to the restaurant to fill the stomach. The plan is tomorrow afternoon they will take pictures on the beach.

Because it's a weekend and it's definitely on the beach a lot of people. Because they do not want their activities tomorrow to be a spectacle for many people. What else would there be people who would recognize him.

In Jakarta itself, there is an explosion of the hottest news of an artist as well as a model who has just spread this morning. By noon the news had become trending.

Even the artist as well as the model has been called by the company to confirm the viral news.

"What do you think of this?" Ask Wawan as deputy director and cousin of Gara.

"That's just an edit" he said casually as if what happened was no big deal.

Wawan looked towards his Secretary.

"Call the central party and request a copy of the cctv now." Strictly the man.

"Good, sir."

"If you are found guilty, the company will punish you. And be prepared to lose some jobs as a consequence."

Wawan looked at Intan who still looked relaxed in front of him while playing his nails.

He really has no manners, his mind.

"Please do what you want, because it won't affect anything. My career won't be disrupted at all, anything else until I lose my job." Pede Intan's.

"Do you think Gara will help you this time?" Guess Wawan who has memorized the habits of this one artist.

"of course. After all of the artists in the company, I'm the most promising." Arrogant Intan.

"Heh, overconfidence will make you die quickly."

Wawan saw the laptop in front of him because he was lazy to see people who had an exorbitant level of confidence like Intan. It can only rely on others.

"This is a report from the center, sir." Wawan's secretary handed her phone to show her something.

Wawan looked closely at the cctv footage that was on his Secretary's phone. Not just a video recording, but also a recording of his voice.

Until the one in front of the elevator to the top floor is all there.

Wawan smiled cynically looking at Intan who seemed still relaxed. Though the recording of the incident at the central GT company has been heard as well.

"How would the President Director respond to seeing this tape?" Ask Wawan to his Secretary who aims to insinuate Intan.

"I don't dare to be sure, sir."

"Right, too, but my belief is that he'll be angry. So before this issue gets any more impact with the agency, do a conference. Say that the company will ask the artist in question to apologize publicly to the concerned."

"Acknowledge their mistakes and will not comment on the same. Also tell me if the company will support the despicable deeds of its artists and will give twice more chances."

Wawan stared at the cynical Intan who no longer looked relaxed like before.