My husband loves my sister

My husband loves my sister
chapter 8. CHUBBY


I didn't expect, an interview call at David's bang company could be this fast. I guess if there was a role for him.


But, when I asked him directly, he didn't interfere about my business let alone about work. Well, it looks like I'm the one with too much taste. Geers.


Today I'm wearing a neat, knee-length blouse knee-length. I don't care if I have to wear clothes that are too open. Embarrassed.


As usual bang David has been neat, his work clothes add to his good looks that have actually been plenary. He was like a prince.


We had breakfast in silence. He, that handsome guy had enough tea with jam bread only. I need more intake, choose to eat fried rice favorite. Today it takes extra energy to face the interview, although it used to go through it, still nervous whack. Stomach feels heartburn.


“Where are you, Bang?” my husband stood up, and his breakfast was not finished.


“You to room for a minute.” Without looking at him. The snow mountain man replied. Sucks.


My grunts stopped as the ringing of the phone rang on the table, one time I ignored. Twice I ignored, three times I disturbed my curiosity. Who in the morning contacted the snow mountain?


I stood up, looking at his phone to answer curiosity. “chubby calling.”


When he wanted to answer his call, there were footsteps that I believed were the steps of the snow mountain. Immediately I sat down, pretending not to know. While enjoying breakfast, my eyes glanced at the man. He stood holding his phone, his eyes looking at me. Momentary silence. Looks like he's hesitant to answer the ‘chubby’ call.


The phone rang again, “later I called”. His voice is soft. My eyes were breaking, I never heard that soft voice. When talking to me he was always cranky and cold. Who is chubby?


“Who, Bang?” tanyaku carefully.


“Nobody.” No, it's gritty.


Then he immediately stood up leaving me with a gaping mouth.


As usual, without saying goodbye let alone ritual shaman and kiss the forehead. The snow mountain went to work without a word. I often think, why did he marry me? Depressing. How long can I survive this marriage? Love that stifles the chest.


Spontaneous I took the phone, saw the contact. Search for name ‘Boss David’ then change it to ‘mountain snow’. With a smile on my lips, I was happy.


The atmosphere of the house has been quiet, all of these housemaids do their own work. Usually at this time I will go to the reading room, read novels or articles. Not for today, my interview schedule is ten. All right, time to get ready. At eight and thirty I must be ready and go to the snow mountain's office.


At eight four and five, I was ready to wait for the motorcycle in front of the gate. Mr. Tarno has offered to take me, unfortunately I do not want to be escorted using a private driver. If I can choose, I want to go with my husband. Ah, who am I? Even our marriage was just a civil record status.


I have to work, whatever it takes. In addition to eliminating fatigue at home. I also need money to support my family. “Spirit!” with the spirit of four five and clenching my hands forward, I cheered myself on.


A few minutes later the online motorcycle taxi I ordered arrived, not waiting for a long time to rush I rode the two-wheeled vehicle. Receiving a green helmet, sitting sweetly behind the driver. “May my hair not be disheveled.”


In less than an hour, we were in front of the office. Down carefully, I immediately paid the fare and rushed towards the tall building. Arriving at the lobby, I headed for the reception desk.


“Excuse me, Ma'am. I Hanna Mahira want an interview today at ten. Which room is it?” just polite.


“Please go directly to the fifth floor. Here's the queue number.”


“Thank you.” I nodded, then walked towards the elevator.


Finally it was the eighth number as well. I sighed softly, realizing that many people were in the interview today. Moreover, there was a rumor that the people inside were very creepy, especially the boss.


Seven people before me were even crying in fear as they exited the room. How'this? “Inhale, exhale. Breathe in, exhale.”


There were three people inside, a man in a navy beer suit named Adrian sir the finance director, next to him the daughter of the finance manager, and next to him again there was David the CEO. I smothered my mouth, realizing who was sitting at the very end, on the snow mountain. My husband's.


It seems like the snow mountain was also shocked to see my arrival. A second later, I controlled myself, regulating my emotions so as not to suspect anything else.


I bowed respectfullythe three higher-ups in front, they looked seriously at me. After the introduction, I immediately sat down. Ah, just like the trial.


Adrian looks friendly, he always smiles when he asks me. Responding to my answer was also with his friendly smile. While the princess looks flat, there is no more expression that she shows. Boss David stared intently, intimidatingly. My heart whistled, my heart pumping irregularly waiting for his question.


“What is your motivation to want to work here?” he asked coldly.


‘Ingin always close to you, Bang.’ Eeaa, of course it's just in the heart. Basic bucin.


I cleared my throat for a moment, then stared fixedly at the netra elangnya. “I need this job, Sir. For my family's living expenses, send my sister. I think this Arion company has a high appreciation for employee loyalty. And I have that loyalty.”


“You are married, is your husband not enough money to meet your needs?” the snow mountain asked cynically.


“I don't think this interview is a personal question, sir. You have entered my personal realm.” I replied no less cynical.


“How much salary do you want?”


“Whatever you love.”


“If it doesn't match what you expected?”


“You will be embarrassed because this big and successful company pays its employees a small salary.”


“You sure are welcome to work here?”


“I'm sure as sure as when I left here.”


“What are you doing here.”


“Oject motor.”


“What?” bang David's eyes glared. He didn't like my last answer. “Do you have no car?”


“Not got, Sir. I am not a rich man. Even if my husband is rich, I don't want to use him. Besides, it's my job.”


Bang David glanced sideways, like coding them. “Alright, Hanna. Come here tomorrow. You are welcome to work here.”


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