'And I call your wife
Trinkets

"The man.." muttered Maikel.

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At the company Dimatracorps, Erkan was busy teaching Rania the matter of his own meeting with a certain intention.

From teaching the style of speech, gait and other styles, even though it is not the form of work that will be done Rania. Erkan only asked Rania to sit sweetly in the room they would later visit, and keep the items that would be underneath later.

"Sir, is this necessary too? Walking style, does it have an effect?" The real Rania asked was getting tired.

"Of course, Rania. That's very important! Raise your head Rania, a secretary. Yes, my secretary must walk with his head up, don't bow down." Erkan.

With a heavy heart, Rania again set her pace in front of Erkan. It was like a model alone, which walked back and forth on the spot.

"Yes, like that. One more time, and you can rest." Erkan.

"Huuf" Rania was sitting limp in her chair. His legs were so tired that he had been a hour in front of Erkan, until his calves felt stiff.

"There's still two hours left for the meeting. We're out to get some clothes!" Said Erkan immediately moving from his chair.

"Now, Mister?" Rania widened her eyes, if true her calves would be big in a few hours.

"Now Rania. Come on, we don't have much time!"

"Why do I feel like I work rods?" Rania's grunts sounded like whispers by Erkan.

"Don't grumble. Walk quickly!" Rania can only follow Erkan's steps lazily.

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Erkan and Rania arrive at a famous boutique in the country. Erkan went down and followed also with Rania, they entered together into the boutique.

Erkan deftly chose some women's clothes until Rania was amazed to see it. "Why women's clothes?" Inner Rania.

"Get into the dressing room, and try on these clothes." Pinta Erkan's.

"I, Sir?" Tanya Rania was convincing.

"Yes. There is someone else here besides you!" Rania turned her face looking at the other side, there were people but far away from them.

Immediately Rania ran into the dressing room available inside the boutique. A pair of tops and bottoms, one blouse without arms, one, white color with a slightly open cleavage and light brown soft material trousers are very suitable in combination with bright Rania skin color.

But Rania is not comfortable with the blouse she wears, her cleavage is too down according to him. Closing part of her chest, Rania opened the door and walked out.

"Master!" Call Rania slowly.

Erkan turned his body to hear a voice calling his name. Waw. That's what's on Erkan's mind right now.

"Sir, can I replace it again?" Rania asked in embarrassment.

"Why did you put your head down. Lift it!" Pinta Erkan's. Rania raised her head up straight and made Erkan smile. "Come, we're going now."

"But, Mister. I haven't changed this outfit. I'll change it first, sir." Rania.

Erkan quickly grabbed Rania's fingers and led them to the cashier. "no need. This looks better."

Erkan paid for the clothes that Rania had worn and some of the selected ones were put into the paperbag.

"Sir, I'm uncomfortable with these clothes." Rania was in the car.

"The clothes suit you. Look elegant and sexy." Said Erkan with a smile.

"Sexy. Jesus, Master. This blous is too open a part of it." Denying Rania. "You didn't mean to sell me, did you?" Rania.

"Do I look like I'm short of money? I have to sell you."

"Yes, no. I'm just not comfortable." Answer Rania.

"You should know! You're beautiful, just need a little knickknacks." Said Erkan while driving.

Rania just kept quiet, looking at her face in the rearview mirror. "True, all this time I've never paid attention to my appearance." Inner Rania confirmed Erkan's words to her.

Erkan stopped his car in front of a salon. "Down" Pinta Erkan.

Erkan led Rania into the salon. Upon entering they were greeted by a self-styled woman.

"You know what you have to do. Do it now my time is one more ham." Pinta Erkan's.

"Ready, boss. Eke, will make this woman wow." Said the fake woman.

Rania was immediately under onto the front of the large glass to be in makeup. Rania could only remain silent without being able to refute anymore. He just follows the orders of his superiors.

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