Rosie Sanders!
Gita won a lot
As if the situation was safe, Miguel sniffed his own body scent and went to the toilet. Leaving the Gita and Yoga still silent in their respective places.
Gita took out her expensive perfume which she bought in installments for 3 months. The woman was seen spraying a little in some directions.
"Haiisss, this is how my perfume can not be up to 6 months." Grievously Gita stared at the sliced perfume bottle in her grasp.
"I'll change it.." sidelines Miguel who just finished changing clothes also wash his hair. The man became diligent in bagging sachet shampoo since routinely using beauty equipment in the 90s.
Gita's face sparkled brightly, then smiled millions of Watts.
Again the woman pressed her perfume button.
"Thank you many CEOs, may your spirit wife give birth easily and your child is healthy and smart and generous as the CEO." The Gita prayer is sincere, although tucked away by frills will be in exchange for her expensive perfume spending credits.
"Ck! There's a want." Miguel clucked.
"If I were sir?" Sela Yoga has always been a listener. The man showed his face with a look for attention.
"You? What is your contribution to this? Are you doing the same thing that Gita does? Spray her perfume every time we have a meeting?" Yoga widened both corners of her lips irritated.
"I contribute to making the women run fast from before you, sir. So my role deserves to be calculated just like the Gita." Yoga with confidence.
"Curtain! It's just that you're asking for compensation. Just check your balance early next month, I'll give you a bonus so you don't take your girlfriend out to eat on the sidewalk every time you date. Ck, why do you count women once." Yoga scratched his nape wrong mannerisms.
"I'm saving sir, the cost of marriage can not be covered by the insurance company as well as BPJS health. I was worried that after doing a massive reception, my heart would have problems later in life due to thinking about the costs I had already incurred. For that I chose to date with frugal and more popular packages. So that we can appreciate each other's hard work with all respect and not demand each other." Yoga at length.
The man unravels all future theories about the picture of the household, which he will live with the lover when married.
"I agree on some things in your theory, but still disagree if it is made a benchmark in a household relationship. You have to occasionally spend more money so that my partner feels appreciated without him having to ask. And don't let your lover pay that meager bill. How much do I pay you? Your lover is just a worker at a government-owned bank with a meager salary. And you blackmailed him into paying your satay and fried rice bills. Are you sane?" Cecar Miguel stared at his stingy assistant.
Yoga grimaced to hear the sentence of the superior, why could Miguel know such a detailed thing.
"You must be wondering how I know all that, right? I was there when you ate greedily and blessedly asking your lover to pay for your food without guilt. You really embarrassed me. Is your salary still less than just paying your lover food? You even just brought her a meal in the wheelbarrow and still squeezed her out." Omel Miguel was long by wide.
"That's_that time_I completely forgot to bring cash. The money in the wallet is only 37 rb, it would be even more shame if my money is less." Bela Yoga showed off her annoying smile.
"Did you change her after that?" cecar Miguel again. With an increasingly irritating expression, Yoga shook his head quickly.
"You're a pathetic man! You should be able to join forces if you really intend. It will be better and look more romantic even though it is embarrassing. Rather than asking her to pay it all and make her almost unable to redeem the medicine for her mother in the pharmacy." Yoga was wide open to hear the narration of the superior who was so detailed.
"Is the master there when we eat? Did you also follow Sila until you found out that my lover can't make up for her mother's medicine?" Now it's Yoga's turn to find the boss.
"I was there ordering satay for my wife, and I stopped by the pharmacy to buy Chalot's favorite lavender scent telon oil. I was behind her when I saw your woman was confused when I saw her money was lacking." Clearly Miguel sipped a cup of his favorite jasmine tea.
Yoga continues while the Gita continues. She will start to mark the man who will be the target of her prospective lover. What is clear if like Yoga, will be directly scribbled from the list.
"Sorry..." Ucao Yoga slowly.
"Not to me, to Sila. The girl even said she would change it. And you know, he stood at the security guard post for an hour so he could meet me and change my 82k. A woman like that you won't see again, a woman who never sues you for anything. A woman who holds a high commitment, to all her speech. Do not be sorry because of the nature of your calculations, I go first. This meal has been paid for, if it doesn't run out you can take away." Miguel said he left first.
Gita's eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun outside the restaurant. The woman started to pick up some dishes then pressed a button to call the waiter. He wanted to wrap all the food that was still intact. The woman even bought a tangkring oven in order to save the budget to buy an electric oven. That's all he uses to heat up the food he often packs from expensive restaurants if it doesn't run out.
He hopes the behavior of the superior persists even though it makes him tormented inner birth. But it made him win a lot. The woman always ordered unnatural amounts of food when they had meetings outside. Because he believes the food will certainly not run out, considering that the rich always keep the manner at the dinner table.
