Fake Foot Girl
GKP 30

"Gail! Gail!" Martha entered the luxurious residence of Abigail while shouting calling out the name of the man.

Gail was not surprised. He knows how that woman behaves. If he had previously considered it mediocre. However, it was different this time. Somehow he felt very bored and fed up with the attitude of his fiancee.

"Outside there is Miss Martha" Nick told Gail, looking increasingly chaotic.

"Leave it! I don't care" Gail replied with a grunt.

Right at that moment, the door of the room was opened quite hard and not for a long time, Martha was walking into the room.

"Gail! Why didn't my call get picked up?!" upset Martha with round eyes looked at Gail who was sitting in her seat of power.

Gail glanced towards the floor with a lazy face, where her beloved flat object lay with a badly damaged condition. "Look at it!"

Martha reflexively glanced in the direction indicated by Gail. The woman was shocked to learn how her fiance's phone was.

"Well, what's wrong with your phone, Gail? Why is it like this?" martha asked confusedly.

"I threw it, satisfied!" sahut Gail was rude.

"What! Thrown?" pekiknya while looking at Gail with a fixed. "B-but why? Did you deliberately throw that phone away just because I kept calling you, huh?!" Martha wondered.

"Yes, I threw the phone because it kept ringing and interfered with my concentration! I'm busy, Martha. My world is not just about you, you and you! There are still other things that I have to work on" Gail explained with great emphasis.

The two beautiful netra Martha began to tear up. The answer from Gail just now managed to make her heart ache.

"What do you want to talk to me about, Martha? Most like always, right? Something unimportant, a question that is repeated every day. Trus, moreover?"

Tears that had been held in her eyes, now escaped and moistened the two cheeks of the woman. He sobbed and his body seemed to tremble violently. Yes, all this time he was too over possessive of Gail. He is too much organized and if Gail does not comply with his wishes, then he will threaten the man in various ways.

"I never thought you were tired of getting my attention, Gail. That's the only way I'm paying attention to you when we're far away. Now, because I already know, then I promise never to do it again" said Martha softly in between sobs.

"That's not a concern, Martha. You are too possessive! Maybe it's not just me, any man won't stand your attitude, '" growled Gail.

"I'm sorry" said Martha with her head bowed.

"Of course, I'm lazy to argue. You better go home because I have a lot of work to do, Martha."

"Did you kick me out, Gail?" martha asked as she stared fixedly at Gail with her puffy eyes.

"I didn't kick you out, Martha. I just want to continue my work without any interference from anyone, including you!" firmly Gail.

Martha who could not hold back her emotions immediately ran away leaving Gail in the room. He continued to run while occasionally wiping his tears.

Upon arrival in the front yard of the luxurious residence, Martha stopped her steps. He turns back and hopes Gail catches up with him. But hope is only hope. The man didn't even have his nose.

"You're going, Gail!" furious Martha.

He rushed into the car and left the place. While in his private room, Gail was standing behind a window while looking outwards. He notices Martha who has now driven with her luxury car and disappears from the man's sight.

"I'm really fed up with his attitude, Nick," muttered Gail while clucking.

Nick, who was still in the room, could only speak a thousand languages without daring to say a word.

Meanwhile, on the way.

Suddenly Martha's cell phone rang and managed to make the woman's cry stop. He rushes to reach for the flat object and hopes it is a call from Gail who wants to apologize to him. But apparently not. It was a call from Rina, his old friend. Martha's expression changed immediately. What had seemed excited, now came back moody.

"Yes?" Martha put on a lazy face.

"Martha, can you see me? I have a surprise for you" Rina said across the phone.

Martha rolled her eyeballs. "Surprised? What surprise?" ask him lazily.

"If I tell you now, it's not a surprise, Martha!" rina replied while laughing softly.

"You know, or I'll never see you" Martha replied seriously.

Rina snorted in annoyance. "Hmmm, fine then. It's about your wedding dress, Martha. Your wedding dress is done and my friend wants to see you try it."

Martha smiled. A little happiness on that pretty face. "My bride-groom? All right, I'll be right there! But before, I need a serlok," he replied excitedly.

"Hhh, right! Now you are spirit. It was mah ogah-ogahan," said Rina with a bent face.

"Already, don't talk much. Now just do what I tell you" said Martha.

"Yes-yes, all right." Rina hurriedly sent a serlok to Martha.

"Well, it's done!" Rina.

"Good! Thank you" answered Martha.

After disconnecting from Rina, Martha immediately asked her personal driver to deliver to the address given by Rina just now. It didn't take long, and Martha arrived there.

Martha was silent to see the two-story building that looked so simple. Unlike other famous designers, who have a good and magnificent workplace.

"No, this is the place?" muttered Martha with eyebrows that were clinging to each other. He looked back at the phone screen and found the address was in accordance with the address listed in front of the building.

"Hhh, it's true."

Martha stepped into the simple building. He looked around and it turned out that there were a lot of dresses displayed in the all-white room. However, strangely the longest dress there looks mediocre. It does not reflect the design of a famous designer.

"Excuse me!" said it.

"Martha!" Suddenly Lina came and approached him with a big smile. He then grabbed Martha's hand and invited her into a room.

"Come here!"

Martha followed Lina's steps and it turned out that inside the room was a soft-boned man. The man smiled very sweetly welcoming Martha's arrival.

"Welcome, Miss Martha." He stretched out his hand before Martha and was immediately greeted by the woman.

"Where's my wedding dress?" asked Martha, without making small talk while looking around the room.

There was a wedding dress in the room. A white dress that looks cheap and nothing interesting in the dress until Martha is sure that the dress is not hers.

"This is your wedding dress" said Rina with a big smile.

"What?!" squealed Martha with perfectly round eyes.

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