THE FUTURE HUSBAND

One Hundred Eighty Degrees

Three months later

There was no longer Karmila whose face was below even, because plastic surgery three months ago worked perfectly and made her one hundred and eighty degrees different.

No more dull skin, no more face pasan, because now Karmila is so perfect without gaps, leaving only her height that can not be changed.

But that did not matter to Karmila, because he was already adept at using high heels, for three months did not appear to the surface of the earth.

A rough gust of breath came out from Mila's lips while still sitting in the car seat where she was now sitting.

Then Mila turned to the right where the uncle was, right in front of the driver's steering wheel while smiling at him, of course Mila immediately returned the uncle's smile.

Very good uncle, because during his time in the country K, the uncle was always with him, although several times he lived by the uncle returned to his country to run his business.

But it was also not long, because uncle Anton soon followed and accompanied him back.

"Mil" said Anton's uncle, who now grabbed Mila's hand. "Remember now your identity is Mil,"

And Mila immediately nodded her head, because Mila had agreed with the uncle, not only changing his appearance but also changing his identity.

"Good uncle,"

"And now come down, exactly nine o'clock will be in the interview soon," said uncle Anton while looking at the watch attached to his left wrist.

When Anton's uncle some time ago put a job application to Justin's company for the nephew, hoping that Mila can get close to Milano, what else is currently Milano is looking for a personal assistant.

"Uncle will always pray for you to be accepted to work in this company,"

"Thank you uncle" continued Mil and exhaled again before exiting the car which stopped right in front of the company lobby where he would now conduct a job interview.

Mil waved his hand at the uncle, as he got out of the car. Then turned his body when the car owned by the uncle had left the company building.

Mil's heart rate, beating irregularly as he stepped on the company marble floor that he had been wanting to enter.

Justin Corp company where there is a man who loved so much, until he changed his appearance one hundred and eighty degrees.

Mil now walks towards the reception desk where there are two women sitting on chairs right behind the long reception desk. And there's one security that's stepping its foot in his direction.

When Mil became the center of attention every pair of eyes in the apartment lobby, who admired her beauty.

"I want to do a job interview,"

"Okay come with me, I happen to have a couple of interviews,"

"Am I late,"

"No ma'am, it's just that Mr. Mila's mom came faster, and told anyone who had come to do an interview first" the security explained and then invited Mil to follow him.

After riding the elevator to the fifteenth floor of the company building, Mil continued to step foot following the security and allowed himself to enter the room that Mil believed was the company's election room.

And sure enough, when you enter the room and go to the other side of the room in the room, Mil saw Milano sitting in a chair next to the middle-aged woman on the right side of the large table.

But not only Milano and also a middle-aged woman, Mil also found his cousin Angel who was standing right behind Milano while holding a map in his hand.

Mil could not say anything else when he saw Milano up close, when Mil was already approaching the table where Milano was.

The one with his heartbeat again sparred out in rhythm, with eyes constantly staring at Milano who was focusing on the laptop in front of him.

"Dear Milano, it seems like you're a good fit if this woman is your personal assistant" whispered Mama Feli right in Milano's ear, after seeing Mil.

Because Mama Feli and also the son have made up, and mama Feli who now intervenes to find a personal assistant for the son, when Aris already holds the subsidiary's son Milano.

"Where could be Ma, mama hasn't interviewed her,"

"No need," continued Mama Feli.

Then Mama Feli looked again at Mil.

"From today you can work,"

"Can't!"

Be connected......................