
Until the next day, even before Kalista's eyes opened perfectly, the girl was already smiling. Really, long ago Kalista thought that he should kiss Agas first so that at least he could say his first kiss with a handsome man, dashing and bright future even if his status was only a bodyguard.
Hah, which bodyguard in the country has a price that exceeds that of a middle class car? Obviously just Narendra's bodyguard and one of them is Agas.
But now Kalista is grateful not to kiss him.
"Well, it's better for both." Kalista laughed madly at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, no matter if she was greedy for two men.
Who care? Wasn't Kalista nicknamed pela-cur because he was the son of a mistress? Want two more men, who's in the way?
"One man," murmured Kalista just twenty minutes after that.
If anyone will continue to stand in the way of Kalista's freedom, then that's just one person.
"Father, please. Who's in the office these days wearing such ugly jeans?" the protest was against Rahadyan.
I don't know what possessed him but when Kalista finished bathing, Rahadyan barged into her room just to get Kalista to wear old jeans and an old-fashioned shirt to the office.
Rahadyan folded her hands, smiling sweetly at her son. "You," he answered Kalista's question just now. "But Papa doesn't want to know. You must wear the clothes that Papa told you to wear or Papa told Julio to fire you."
"But—"
"End of discussion, Baby. You can call the police if you want. Coincidentally Papa was the same friendly phone Mr. Commander, haha."
"I hate you!" kalista shouted but in the end obeyed because now he would rather die than not go to the office to meet his future soul mate.
Kalista clucked resentfully at the look of herself in the mirror. Beautiful, obviously. How not if he is the son of Sukma Dewi, the Goddess Gundik? But seriously this looks like Kalista while still with Mama, go dark tables in cafes to get pocket money.
Ughhhh!
"Happy?!" Kalista glared furiously at Rahadyan. "Did you tell me to come to the office?!"
Rahadyan pursed her lips. Grabbing something in the box that instantly makes Kalista curse.
"Do you want blue or yellow?"
"Papa, nepotism has its limits too!"
"You're the last person on Earth to claim the limits of nepotism, honey, just be calm." Rahadyan threw the tacky negligee back into the box, but switched to handing her flip-flops. "Now, take."
"It doesn't make you poor, honey. You've got the lambo geber to the office. But this makes the guys ilfeel the same as you."
"But Papa— said"
"Like Julio." Rahadyan knelt down, forcibly removing Kalista's expensive shoes to replace them with twenty-five thousand flip-flops. "Well, since you like Julio the same, it means other guys don't have to look at you."
"Later Brother Julio even amused me!" raung Kalista frustrated.
But Rahadyan bodo was very, smelling her whole face satisfied. "Pretty beautiful baby Papa. There, there."
Kalista swore to make Rahadyan regret this time. Just look!
While the misuh-misuh Kalista went.
Of course he was the center of attention in the office again, for entirely different reasons.
Suddenly everyone stared at Kalista as if they were asking 'sook you suddenly broke?'. And of course, Sergio laughed at him.
"Cieee, who fell poor all of a sudden." Sergio's voice echoed everywhere until people laughed. "Where is Gucci going, anyway? Helped dog, huh?"
"Elo dog!" Kalista kicked him but Sergio nimble dodged. "Just watch out Papa! I'm so excited about Director Ma'am!"
Sergio was busy laughing. "HAHAHAHA!"
"Sergio!"
"HILARIOUS, I SWEAR! SHREDS, SHREDS, SHOTS! KALISTA FELL POOR!"
If the heels cost two hundred million at the feet of Kalista now, the pointy end he will plug into Sergio's eyes. It's a dog.
But Kalista did not have time to look for another alternative to be used to hit Sergio, the sound of a clanking elevator made him turn. Kalista's face was suddenly hot as Julio came out of the box, fixated on seeing Kalista.
Okay, it would be nice if Kalista wears an expensive dress but this is not at all good because Kalista wears a butut blouse, used jeans, and twenty-five thousand flip-flops!
"Good morning" Julio said with eyes that could not be separated from the appearance of Kalista.
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