Replacement Liver Driver

Chapter 4. New Career

Pradha. To be honest, he was reluctant to answer the brother-in-law's love statement. However, the woman also could not lie to her heart. To be honest, Pradha still loves Rama very much.

However, what is the opinion of people if he has to re-establish love with the man, while he has become the wife of others? Pradha.

On the other hand, Abi who realized Praba was not in the house immediately looked for him. He headed straight for the back garden as he saw the door connecting the kitchen with the garden open. The man stepped out, and found Pradha sitting in the gazebo with her sister.

"What are you doing?" abi asked as he approached them.

"What is your business?" Pradha asked back with a brush.

"Eh, don't be so dong as husband? I know you married because you were forced by circumstances. But, after all you are now husband and wife."

Pradha smiled wryly. A hypocrite! He said he still loves me. Now he's asking me to be nice to Abi!

"Dha, we're back now, yuk! I have to work early tomorrow. There's a high school group from Yogya that I have to guide."

Pradha did not answer a word. He immediately sauntered away leaving the brothers who made his life upside down. After Pradha's departure, Abi said goodbye to her brother.

"Bi!" call Rama when the new brother walks a few steps.

"Yes?"

"Conquering women's hearts is not easy. Try as much as possible! You just need extra patience."

Abi smiled faintly at the words of his brother. He nodded at a glance then stepped back into the house and said goodbye to the mother.

“Don't till I snatch it from you, Bi. Try harder to get Pradha's heart,” muttered Rama.

On the way home, there were actually a lot of questions that revolved around Abi's head. However, he held her back from asking. Finally Abi chose to remain silent and harbored the curiosity alone.

Pradha did the same. He was silent while observing the still crowded streets. His heart became ungodly because it met with Rama again after a long time. She hopes not to see her ex-boyfriend again.

But surely that will not be possible. But now they are family. Pradha gave a rough breath, then closed her eyes. I wish all that happened were sleeping flowers.

***

The next day, before leaving for work, Abi saw Pradha was tidy in a sky-blue blazer suit. The beautiful woman looks more charming because of the pulasan make-up nuanced peach.

"Where are you going? How neat?" ask Abi.

"What's your business? Like me, dong, where are you going?"

Abi smiled wryly at the reply from Pradha. Shortly thereafter Abi recalled the incident last night. He is still curious about Pradha's presence with Rama in the garden behind the house.

"Oh yes, about yesterday ...." Abi looked at Pradha doubtfully then rubbed his chin, while advancing his lips.

"What are you talking about in the back garden?"

Hearing Abi's question, Pradha who was sipping coffee choked. The woman coughed until she let out tears. Actually Abi was eager to get close to his wife and pat her on the back.

However, the man abandoned the intention, because Pradha would definitely reject him outright. Finally, Abi could only stare at the woman from where she was standing now without doing anything.

"Not so sensitive, anyway, so man!" gerutu Pradha's.

"Huh?" Abi frowned because he did not know the meaning of the wife's words.

"Not pat your back or grab some water! Even stand there! You have no heart!"

"Wrong again, dong!" Abi patted his forehead then shuffled towards the kitchen and fetched him a bottle of mineral water.

"Nih," said Abi while offering a bottle filled with water.

"Tell!" Pradha looked at him sharply while adjusting her breath.

"Eh, bushel! Wrong again?" Abi swerved, then shook his head.

He put the plastic bottle on the table. And then it just passed. Along the way out of the house, Abi's lips did not stop babbling because of the attitude of the wife's songong.

***

Along the way to the Hasta boutique, Pradha tries to enjoy the atmosphere. He played his favorite old school song. Celine Dion's song with Rama.

"I'll be waiting for you .. here inside my heart ...." Pradha shook her head slowly to the left and to the right following the music while singing.

"I'm the one who wants to love you more ...."

Pradha continued to sing with passion while remembering how she had forgotten Rama. The sweet memories with the man again flashed in the memory of his brain. However, those memories mixed with the bad memories left by the ex-lover.

Pradha's heart aches when she remembers how Rama went without a message. It made him almost crazy to not be able to find the man anywhere. Pradha actually wanted to punish Rama by showing that he had lived happily with Abi. However, he could not because this marriage took away much of his happiness.

"Halo," said Pradha to Hasta by phone.

"Yes, where are you, Dha?"

"Five more minutes until!"

"Okay, just get in the office, later."

"OK on sip!" Pradha immediately turned off the phone.

Soon, Pradha arrived at a two-story boutique owned by Hasta. Pradha got out of the car and went straight into the building. Pradha headed to the reception desk first, before being allowed to go up to the friend's office.

"I'm Pradha, can I see Bu Hasta?"

"Oh, yeah. Just go up, Mom."

Pradha nodded then smiled gently. The woman climbed the stairs one by one to the office of the friend. He knocked on the door, and went straight into the dark blue room.

"Pradha, how are you?" sapa Hasta while getting up from the chair and walking over to the friend.

"Good, Ta. You how are you?" Pradha opened her arms wide to welcome the friend's embrace.

"Good! Very good even! Come on, sit down." Hasta grabbed Pradha's fingers and invited her to sit on the corner sofa of the room.

The two immediately talked about the job offered to Pradha. Pradha who is tired of her daily life decides to take an offer from Hasta. The fashion company she worked for in Paris did not want to take her back because she was married.

His marriage to Abi did bring bad luck to the woman. Pradha hates Abi. Therefore, every look at the plain-faced man Pradha immediately rode apitam.

"Oh, yeah. My main male model had an accident, and he will be replaced by a replacement model for a while."

"It's okay, the important thing is experience."

Hasta's face looked confused. Actually the male model she was referring to had absolutely no experience in the field of modeling. She is a friend of her husband who usually works as a tour guide.

After thinking long, Hasta finally revealed the identity of his successor model to get approval from the friend. Suppose Pradha refuses, she will look for another male model. He did not want Pradha to suddenly refuse when the photo shoot would take place.

Being able to take Pradha for a boutique catalog model was a tremendous fortune for Hasta. So, he couldn't possibly waste this opportunity.

"Mmc ... Dha, actually the replacement model this time is not experienced at all in the field of modeling," said Hasta hesitate.

"Then? Is there a plus?"

"He's good-looking, cross-breedy."

"Gee!" exclamation Pradha.

"He bule? A handsome? It's okay, deh! Who knows it could be my gacoan." Pradha chuckled while raising her eyebrows.

"Dha, inget! You are married!" Hasta shook her head and tried to remind Pradha of her status.

"Bodo very! Who told me to refuse the wedding did not want to! Well, I'm free to do anything!"

Hasta could only rub his chest and shake his head. He knows very well what Pradha's attitude is. The woman does not like to be arranged. If he had to submit to a rule, he would have created another riot by making his own.