My wife's a fraud
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Gita pegs herself in the mirror, tidying up her white shirt and black pants. He also combed his shoulder-length hair, before tying it to the back neatly. Several times he turned around to look back at his appearance.
“Udah neat yet anyway, Mi?” said Gita who kept looking at her appearance.
“Rapi. But less seger a minute. Here I use make up to look more cute,” said Mia offers help.
“Gue kayaking dead fish, yes?”
“Iyee, really shoots.” Mia chuckles.
Gita and Mia descend to the first floor, and see the unusual morning scenery in the house. Nia had been lying on the sofa with a pale face and a limp body. Mia's mother was busy in the kitchen, nagging Nia for food, and the father who had been asking her daughter for something.
“Why, Brother?” mia asked curiously at her brother's suddenly helpless state.
“Do not know. Dizziness equal nausea from earlier malem,” replied Nia.
“This wind plunge mah. Nih drink first sweet tea angelnya try, let the stomach is not empty.” I kept offering and pushing a glass of warm sweet tea at the table.
“Do not want, Sir. Nausea, don't want to eat anything.” Nia continued to refuse.
“Don't Kak Nia get pregnant,” said Gita suddenly.
Everyone immediately glanced at him. Gita plainly smiled looking back at the people who were there.
“Bener tablets, Brother. Try to check, who knows really pregnant,” urged Mia.
“Alhamdulillah, just be a battery again,” said Mia's father while laughing.
“Not yet, Sir. Who knows, actually, the wind. Yesterday I was overtime,” argued Nia did not want to be too hopeful.
“Ya prayer first. Who knows if you are actually pregnant, Neng.”
The conversation about Nia's alleged pregnancy continued at breakfast. They all hoped that Nia would soon have offspring. Things like this will be very happy news for everyone.
“Nih, I added her eggs. Be strong during her job interview. Who knows until noon, Mother bekelin toast ala-ala so the recipe from the study mother,” said Mia's mother with enthusiasm.
“Kok I'm not supplied anyway, Bu?” mia protest.
“You work in the kitchen. Stay comot food only if laper,” reply his mother. Then everyone chuckled.
“Where are you interviewing, Git? In your office area used to work?” ask Mia's father to be curious.
“Not, Sir. His interview at the mall, where AYCE eats is what needs an accountant,” replied Gita.
“AYCE tuh what?”
“All you can eat. Restaurant takes itself as much as possible until full.” Mia answered.
“Oooh kayak buffet stalls?”
“Say Yes, Mr.”
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The job interview location today he took with two times on Transjakarta. He stopped at a stop near the mall and walked a few minutes to his destination.
Gita had gathered at the mall's marketing office on the 4th floor, along with 7 other participants who were well dressed. They sit in plastic chairs. The last Gita is in order. It was not that he had arrived late, but the recruiter had already determined the order.
One maximum participant is in the HR room where the interviewer spends about 30 minutes. When the Gita is called in, time has entered lunchtime. But fortunately, HR continued the process until it was finished without rest first, so Gita could complete the interview without waiting.
He put all his skills and told them about his experience as an accountant. 1 year working in agricultural companies, and 2 years in FMCG. Gita is confident in her abilities. Although it has been a month, none of the interviews he did to produce results.
“Thank you for the time, Ms. Gita. Later we call back no later than 2 weeks for the next process,” said HR is friendly.
Normative words that have often been heard by Gita this month. He was told to wait 2 weeks. He did not necessarily pass the selection.
Gita went down to the first floor, looking at the row of fancy restaurants where the food is good and expensive. One of them was the restaurant that was interviewing.
Although for two years Gita worked in the elite office area of Jakarta, but she has never eaten here. He always refused to be invited to lunch at the mall by his coworkers. That's what makes it far from them, because the Gita always avoids spending money.
The Gita will already reach the exit when someone holds her hand. Instantly he was startled, then turned around and saw a figure he was very unwilling to meet. Bad memories swirled in the head, about the incident in karaoke a month ago.
“Gita, I've found you everywhere. Can we talk to you for a minute?” said Arki who gasps for chasing after the Gita.
While having lunch with his co-workers, Arki suddenly sees Gita walking outside the restaurant. Soon he ran to see the girl.
For a while the Gita seemed to be rendered powerless and fixed in silence due to shock. Strong grip in his hand, makes Gita instantly frightened. As forcefully as he brushed off Arki's hand and directly hit the man's face with his bag.
Shocked by the blow, Arki releases his hand. Gita immediately ran away, bumping into a woman and making her grouchy. But the Gita doesn't stop because Arki keeps chasing her behind.
“Gita!” call Arki continuously. A voice he hated so much, which made him keep having nightmares almost every day.
“Git, take me a minute!”
“Gita!”
"I'm gonna do anything to let you excuse me, Git!"
“Gita I want to apologize to you. We'll talk to you for a second, Git!” yelled Arki over and over again.
Gita was so panicked and kept running that she did not heed all the cries and words of Arki who kept calling her. When we got to the lobby mall, a taxi stopped. He didn't care anymore and went straight up there. He told the driver to keep walking and then let go of crying in the car.
Arki sees the taxi Gita drives away. He was still in the lobby, looking at the vehicle. The chance he was looking forward to meeting the girl was now gone.
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The taxi stops in the alley to Mia's house. Forced Gita to spend a lot of money to drive in a taxi so frantically met Arki. Though if he uses Transjakarta will be more efficient. But this time he doesn't care, as long as he can get out of there and not see Arki again forever.
Gita began to walk gontai down the houses and the narrow road to Mia's residence. The motorcycle stopped in front of him, Gita took an empty direction on the narrow road to avoid the motorbike parked carelessly.
The driver and his friend got off. Instead of stepping aside, they were blocking Gita's steps. They scuttle Gita and flank her from the front and back.
“Pay debt lo spout!” said the man mustached and muscular in front of the Gita.
“Whose are you, huh?” ask Gita to panic.
“Sok bego lo! Pay off your debt! This is a due letter from a month ago!” said the man was bald and just as muscular as his friend.
The mustache is the head of Gita. “Lo would like to try to run from us, yes? Change numbers and move house all. You think we won't know? Huh?!”
His hand hit the head of the Gita. As strong as Gita's power to get rid of him but he was cornered to the wall.
“BETAN PAY?! NOW I WAITIN! I HAJAR LO DOG FOR MANY REASONS?!” yelled The Bald.
“GUE NO MINJEM FROM YOU! I TOLD YOU THAT MINJEM IS MY STEPMOTHER! SANA BILL THEM!” yelled Gita no less loud.
One punch was landed by the Bald One on Gita's face. Made him fall to the ground. Gita can feel the saltiness of the ahnya that flows from the nose into the mouth because of the blow.
“GUE DOESN'T CARE WHO MINJEM IS. YOU HAVE TO PAY NOW!”
The Bald Hand grabbed Gita's hair until she stood up. Turn of the Moustache advancing. He pointed at her stomping on Gita's forehead.
“Lo we remember from a month ago! But you're avoiding. Do you think this is a charity? Huh?!”
“You're just an illegal pinjol. I have no obligation to pay you!
“NGELES AJA LO DOGGY! YOU WANT ME TO DROWN IN BKT?! HUH UH?! SO BRAVE LO!!”
Some slap the Bald One did back in Gita's face. Now he feels pain in his temple. Bonyok's face. The mustache then kicked the shin at Gita's feet, making the girl scream and fall to her knees.
Gita was crying and roaring in pain. He asked for help and shouted. The screams were heard by the people inside the house. The place was crowded by citizens.
Some of the fathers immediately separated them and beat the two who had persecuted the Gita. The mothers secure Gita in one of the nearby houses and treat the wounds that Gita receives.
How unlucky he is today. He meets with Arki and is now persecuted by the debt collector.