
"Oh, although not beautiful. My wife is very funny, Jes, and I love her spoiled attitude."
Jonathan's surprising answer, able to attract the attention of Miranda to continue looking at him. Obviously it was the first time for Miranda, hearing Jonathan compliment her in front of others.
Jessika nodded in disbelief, then decided to leave because it was very late afternoon.
"Okay, Mr. Jo. The contract is done. Then I say goodbye first. Let my management take care of it!"
"Well then, Nicko you take Jessika to the front!"
"Okay, Sir!" Nicho also let the sexy woman ahead of his steps.
"Om, why rent a model like him? Miranda doesn't like it?"
"It's because he's on the rise, Mir. Very good for cosmetic products that we will soon market," replied Jonathan casually. While dressing the new dress that Miranda wore.
"This shirt looks really good on you. Oh, yeah, what did you buy?" Jonathan was curious about the contents of the paperbag that Miranda dropped on the floor.
Miranda was silent for a moment, confused as to what to say. The money he spent was so much.
"It's just clothes and sandals, Om. But the end is huge" Miranda replied in a voice that was almost gone.
"How much?" Jonathan asked again, and it was very stressful for Miranda.
But what he can do, he must confess, because in the end Jonathan will also know, "Tu-seventeen million, Om. Ta-but it was Miranda's fault, Om. Already expensive, Miranda still desperate to buy it. Sorry Miranda yes, Om. Miranda's wrong!"
"O... Seventeen million. Why not buy another one too?" Jonathan offered.
"Yes no, the money was Om gave specifically for you, O yes tonight we go home maghrib ya. You're not smearing?"
"Yes, not papa Om. Miranda can fall asleep on the couch!" Jonathan wasn't angry, enough for Miranda. Cook it and ask to wait a little longer Miranda refused.
"Yes, you sit there. Um, just finish the job for a second!" Pinta Jonathan later. Head to the sofa not far from where he works.
Miranda came down from Jonathan's lap and picked up the paperbag earlier to double-check whatever clothes he bought earlier.
*****
Around eight o'clock past fifteen minutes at night to be exact. Jonathan no longer heard Miranda's voice. Usually the woman would babble continuously until Jonathan got tired of answering her.
Because of his astonishment, Jonathan who had not been able to turn his head because he was too focused on the front of the screen decided to look back and found Miranda had fallen asleep with other clothes that had become warm in his body.
Jonathan smiled at the sight of it, and hurriedly stored the data he had just finished creating. Jonathan closed the laptop and put it back in the bag. Then move to check Miranda's condition on the sofa.
Sure enough, Miranda had already drowned with her mouth slightly open until her saliva melted. But realizing it was not, Miranda immediately rubbed the tip of her own lips without opening her eyes.
"Basic, boy!" Jonathan cursed with a silly smile, then pulled the shirt in Miranda's arms carefully and stored it back into the paperbag. Call Nicho to come there.
Before long his assistant came, Johathan only allowed Nicho to wait at the door to bring his groceries and bags.
"Please take this to the car, because Miranda's sleeping and I can't bear to wake her up!"
"Oh okay, sir. Let me bring it!"