The Crown That Was Forced
Myrp chapter 87

This afternoon Gita happened to be alone at home.because the Mama was going to visit their brother who was sick in the city b. because of bored his end Gita went to the kitchen to prepare lunch supplies for her husband works at her company.

An hour or so she twitched in the kitchen complete with an apron hanging from her neck.The sweat dripping on her forehead was endless, never ending, her already bloated stomach is not an obstacle for her to spoil her husband's tongue which lately is very fond of her handmade food.

Chickens grilled green chili, mustache kale and fried catfish complete with a variety of fruits became his mainstay menu this afternoon.His second tongue which is equally fond of Indonesian food makes it easier for Gita to experiment.

" Bi, please go to the food box, yes, we want to change clothes for a while" said Gita politely.

" Good Non." replied Bi Imas who immediately followed the orders of his young Miss considering the clock has shown at 11:30.

Gita who is also aware is in the pursuit of time with lightning fast changing clothes and do not forget to also polish her ayu face with a little touch of makeup and lip balm to make it look fresher. she deliberately did not call first to surprise her husband.

"Are you ready, isn't Bi?" ask Gita who is ready with her neat clothes that reflect a CEO's wife.

" It's Non, God willing Non Gita is very beautiful" said Bi Imas pangling saw the appearance of Gita with his eyes that did not stop blinking.

Her tiny body with a belly that has been seen bulging in the dress sky blue to the knee further adds to the aura of the true beauty of the look on the face of the pregnant woman.

Gita went to her husband's office with in between by Mr. Tohar who provided specifically for him if he wanted to travel out of the house.

On the way to the office of Wijaya group, Gita's eyes sparkled to see a street vendor standing by his sales on the side of the road.

With great difficulty he swallowed his Saliva who almost fell dripping on his shirt.although being chased for time but did not undo his intention to buy a fruit that intrigued his taste.

" Pak Tohar please stop for a while in front of the tree, yes sir." pinta Gita suddenly to Mr. Tohar.

" Where's Non, Non Gita going?" asked Mr. Tohar who was surprised when his young Miss asked to stop suddenly at the side of the road.

" Gita wants to buy rujak first." said Gita while opening the window of her car facing directly to the mother of the seller rujak .

Mr. Tohar who understands if his young miss is cravings just nods his head.

" Buk packs his rujak three ya Buk" said Gita friendly from inside her luxury car.

" Eh the Non beautiful, either Non.mau spicy or Non?"

" The spicy one, the rest is yes Buk" replied Gita again.

" Ready Non." replied Ibuk a rujak seller who had started to buy his rujak seasoning.

Grateful her Gita currently had no queue that made her have to wait a long time.

10 Minutes waiting for the end of her order pregnant women are ready to be taken away.

" How many Buk?" said Gita while offering a red money to her mother.

"The total is 45 thousand Non." replied the mother of the street vendor while receiving money from the hands of Gita.

" Yes the change just take it for Ibuk" said Gita with a smile and back closed the glass of his car.

" Thank you very much Non." said Ibuk with his face sumringah.

Gita only replied by nodding her head away from the place because the gas pedal had been stepped on by Mr. Tohar heading to her husband's office.

Fifteen minutes she spent to reach her husband's office, which seemed lonely from the front.

Because they happened to arrive in front of the office right at break time.

Security who was on duty happened to recognize the face of the Gita welcomed with a very friendly and shocked to see the appearance of Gita when getting out of the car.

" Is this Miss pregnant? The feeling of yesterday the last time he came here his stomach was not as big as it is now! Who the hell is this beautiful Miss." murmured that security in her heart.

" Li Miss." said the security kindly, she did not want to look for trouble with her young master by being disrespectful to her young Master's guest.

In Wijaya group only a handful of people who already know if their CEO is married.The information they also get from trusted people who ask firmly to them not to divulge to outsiders.

" Is Mas Reza in the office right now, sir?" ask Gita kindly.

Facing directly with the lady of his young master made him a go-getter, though,not to mention the smell of Gita's perfume that greatly refreshes his nose in addition to the smooth skin of the Gita that increasingly shines under the scorching rays of the sun.

" Thank you, I went straight in, sir." said Gita, lowering her head.

" Yes, please."

Gita walked into the office lobby with Mr. Tohar who helped her bring food and also fruit that she bought earlier.

Once in front of the receptionist table, Gita stopped again,although the truth is she has memorized where the location of her husband's room is but she does not want to be considered presumptuous to enter because their status is not yet known by the public.

" Good day Miss Gita." said the receptionist kindly.

Gita who got an extraordinary welcome to be shocked, especially clearly the receptionist officer mentioned his name appropriately.

" Where did you know my name?" gita said in her heart but her face kept smiling.

" Day too Ma'am, don't call Non dong! Just call me a name." said Gita with a smile.

" Don't Non, I don't dare to just call names, later I can be reprimanded by Assistant Alan."

" Yes it's as comfortable as the Mbak.Mas Reza is there 'right ?"

" There is Ma'am, please go up to the 10th floor" replied the officer with a smile.

" Well, I'll excuse you first." said Gita to the receptionist officer while inviting Mr. Tohar to come up also to the tenth floor.

" Crazy ...It's beautiful, it's not so arrogant anymore!" the receptionist exclaimed in a soft voice but was still heard by her friend who had just come from the canteen.

" Loe, who the hell is Rat?" ask her friend who doesn't see anyone near their table.

"Paul..Late loe! What a loss you didn't see our CEO's wife who just went upstairs."

" truth? Did Miss Gita really come here?" ask a friend who feels disbelief.

" righteousness! Mona Gita is very suitable so his wife Pak Reza, her beauty is not kelulungan, the fragrance of her perfume until now I can still smell.eh but wait a long time, as if Miss Gita was pregnant again, the problem was not accidentally I saw her stomach a little filled with it." said the receptionist officer excitedly.

" Well a loss I can't see the beautiful face of our CEO's wife" said the friend limply.

" Patience later when Miss Gita will go home will also meet.we just wait" said the receptionist officer named Ratna .

The two receptionist officers had indeed known about their CEO's marriage to a girl named Sagita Anastasya Husein.even they were directly shown with some photos belonging to Gita.with the reason that there was no misunderstanding and they do not make it difficult for the wife of the owner of the company to enter to meet her husband who is the CEO of this Wijaya group.

Yes, all of that information they can get directly from their young Master's personal assistant, provided that they can't divulge this secret to anyone but only office employees.

Gita walked along with Mr. Tohar to his husband's room.

When she wants to enter the room of her husband, she again has to pass the secretary table from her husband.

" Good day Miss Gita." said the secretary kindly.

" Good day too Mr. Aldo." replied Gita kindly. upon seeing the name tag hanging on the man's shirt standing in front of her.

"I go in first sir." said Gita politely and then stepped towards the door of her husband's room which happened to be wide open.

" Mas.." choked Gita as she reached her husband's room.

Intentions want to surprise even she herself who got a surprise from her husband.

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