Aina

Aina
Ep 49s


Today Gresia's schedule came to the store to be our store's advertising model. I've been waiting for her since this morning but I haven't seen the model's nose.


"Where is Ai's model? " ask one of the store officials who has prepared the equipment for Gresia as well.


"Come"


Then I got a call from Mr. Doni he said "Ai, can you pick up Gresia in her apartment? turns out he was on an impromptu leave so he was guilty of leaving. "


I'm losing it to go he said? going away is also strange.


"Good Sir"


I immediately headed to the address given by Mr. Doni using a taxi.


Arriving at the destination I immediately searched for the Gresia unit as it was written.


I rang the bell, immediately opened Gresia herself.


"Oh, you've come, come in! " Gresia with a look of waking up and a nightgown attached to her body.


I'm in, I'm in,


What I got in this apartment is a mess. The remnants of drinks and food are scattered everywhere, especially in the sitting room area.


"Lo already told you that my maneger is off? and I want you to replace him today "gresia ordered.


"Good mbak" well maybe his job is just to keep him here if who we're going to go.


"Don't call me madam! I'm not your mom! " snapped Gresia


Then I should call him that?he's older than I'm not polite if you call him by name.


"Normally my maneger calls me miss. "he gives an answer.


Rich master I dong if miss. Well it's up to you today to finish this job.


"Neither miss"


"Gue wants to take a shower, rather than lo diem you finish this room later I pay. My manager usually does that too. " Gresia said that as she passed towards the bathroom in the style of a stepmother giving orders to her stepson.


Well well, I also can't if I have to sit around looking at garbage scattered like this.


I quickly cleaned up the whole room. And take out the trash. I even had to mop the floor too, because of the sticky leftovers.


The clock has shown at 11, which means the store has started to crowded while the model is still here. Though we want to take pictures eaten during the day right when the store is crowded so that we see that our store is crowded.


Gresia had been out of the bathroom, she had spent an hour there but had not yet changed into a bath kimono.


"Neither miss"


I followed him into the dressing room. Inside it was full of hanging clothes, there were bags, shoes and accessories as well. Anyway rich private clothing store.


Gresia sat on the sofa in the middle of the room.


"Why? in your village there is no big rich wardrobe? " he asked cynically again.


I don't know why he never spoke well to me. Whereas before I searched for articles on the internet and social media he was famous for being a friendly model. What might only be used as his image in the eyes of the world so that the Indonesian people are friendly. I don't know.


"Pick my shirt! " his voice this time sounded even more annoying.


I just nodded, then started looking for what was suitable for today.


The clothes are all foreign brands, must be very expensive. Everything here branded a famous brand is all.


Then I chose three casual clothes that were suitable for coming to the tavern.


"This is a good fit, miss try whichever is more suitable. "


Gresia grinned. Why is he rich.


"That's too ordinary, I wear it at home, heh real shirt time" heinya.


"Dining in the store wearing a dress? "


Gresia was silent for a moment,


"No need to teach me how to dress properly, you know better. You're just a village girl so how do you know that! " the circus.


My God, what grudge is this man to me?


"The store that we will go to is located near the campus so most of those who come must be students. So don't look as flashy "obviously I'm as calm as possible, controlling emotions too.


"Ok" Gresia took the clothes and put them on.


After that she put on her own make-up because I told her I couldn't make-up.


She then looked at my face which was more of an ordinary natural make-up.


"Gue want to make-up rich lo gini" he said make me so late again, I was lying if you can not make-up let not be told again.


Well, for work.