The Heart You Injured
Chapter 39. Erlan Protest

"The hubby? Dinda who, honey?" ask Jenica curiously. Because Dinda's name sounds so foreign to her ears.

"Ah yes, I forgot to introduce you to Dinda, Jen." Erlan shifted Jenica's butt so this woman moved out of her lap. Erlan slightly turned back. "Din, come! I'll introduce you to my future wife!" call Erlan to the figure of the housekeeper who is still standing with a henchman near the dishwasher.

Dinda who heard the master's order to hurry his leg swing to approach the master was. He stood right in front of his master.

"Yes, sir."

"Din, this is Jenica, my future wife. Who will be the mistress of this house. Well Jen, meet you, this is Dinda who is none other than the new housekeeper who will replace Mbok Surti."

Erlan said introducing each other's names. Dinda can only smile knots while reaching out to greet the prospective mistress in this apartment.

"I'm Dinda, Miss. Substitute mbok Surti."

Jenica stared fixedly at Dinda's figure from head to toe. Until his eyes stopped on this woman's face.

If you look around, this woman is beautiful too. Hmmmm .. This danger if Erlan gets tempted on this woman's charm. But I don't think Erlan will be tempted. The appearance of this woman is very sad. And clearly contrary to Erlan's taste.

"Jen! How come bengong? That's Dinda wanting to greet you!" erlan said in a slightly high tone while nudging the arm of his future wife's hand.

"Eh yes!" Jenica fixed her sitting position. Shoulders, a little he held. And he returned Dinda's hand. "I'm Jenica. Exactly the prospective mistress Erlan Aditya Anggara. When did you get here, Din?"

"Greetings, Miss." Dinda lowered her head as a sign of respect. "Just yesterday I arrived here, Miss."

"Oh like that? Hope you work here."

"Hopefully, Miss."

Erlan only smiled faintly seeing his future wife being nice in front of Dinda. Because usually, Jenica always put up a look of dislike to people she just knew.

"Din, you accompany Jenica for shopping huh. So that my future wife does not get tired of surrounding the mall."

Dinda could only obey the master's orders. As long as it was a good thing, he would not reject it. Dinda nodded. "Good sir."

Erlan linked her gaze towards this Jenica sitting beside him. "It's okay Jen if you're accompanied by Dinda? Because for today I really can't keep you company."

Jenica grunts. Although it would feel very different if shopping with the housekeeper compared to his girlfriend, he was forced to agree.

"Why what else, darling? Instead of me shopping alone like a missing person it's better for this maid to come with me."

"Good, that's much better." Erlan looked back at Dinda who was still standing before him. "Well, now you get Din ready. After that accompany my future wife to shop."

"Okay sir, I change clothes first."

Dinda set her foot to go back to the room. Change clothes that he feels appropriate to accompany the lady to go to the mall.

"Where'd Din go?" asked Mbok Surti who was curious to see Dinda was busy choosing and sorting out the clothes he had.

Dinda looked at the clothes she had. It's like being confused about which clothes to wear. While Mbok Surti just smiled faintly at the behavior of this young woman.

"No need to confuse Din, whatever you wear still makes you beautiful. So choose the best fit for you to wear."

Dinda's choice fell on a plisket skirt and a long-sleeved shirt. After that he went back to meet the master who was still on the front room sofa.

"Are you ready for Din?" jenica asked as she stared intently at Dinda's body. The woman's lips looked slightly raised as if leaving a cynical impression.

Really camp. Time to the mall wearing clothes like this? Hahahaha but it's okay, if Dinda looks like this I'm sure Erlan won't be blown away. And with like this can distinguish where the employer where the maid when in the mall later.

"Yes, my lady, I'm ready."

Erlan, who was busy with e-mails on her phone, turned her attention when the man's tail caught Dinda's shadow. He looked at the body of his house assistant. And he can only be caught.

"What clothes are you wearing here?"

Dinda and Jenica were both stunned.

"Suits and shirts sir!" the answer is plain

"God. That's not what I meant. If that I also understand that what you wear is a plisket skirt and shirt. I mean, why are these clothes you're wearing? Is there nothing else?"

Dinda nodded slowly. "No sir, this is the nicest outfit I've got. Just last year I bought these clothes."

Jenica rubbed Erlan's arm. "What the hell is it, honey? There's nothing wrong with the clothes that Dinda wore? It fits."

Erlan shook her head. Not out of thought his future wife said that this outfit is suitable for Dinda. "Where did Jen get to go? Obviously, these clothes do not fit Dinda. He's going to Jen's mall, not to the market. What else is wrong with you? Usually you have a high taste of outfit. But this is why you even like to describe that you have low tastes?"

Jenica jerks. Intentions want to let Dinda stay dressed like this to look kampungan but instead he was exposed to spray from Erlan's mouth.

"Eh, that's not what I meant, honey. I think Dinda's clothes fit. She was only a maid, so this kind of outfit was already very suitable for her to wear."

Erlan clucked slowly. Jenica could have thought so lightly. "No, no, it can't be. Although Dinda is only a domestic assistant, she also has to keep up appearances. What would the world say if my relationship knew that the people who work in my apartment wear clothes like this?"

"But baby, you don't have to go overboard like this. This has nothing to do with your relationship. Because if you meet the highlighted relation is me, not your servant."

Jenica could only shake her head to see Erlan's attitude that seemed excessive. Especially when the word relation he put into the conversation. She had no idea what her future husband meant. Though it has nothing to do with the maid Erlan's business relationship.

"Can't Jen. Dinda has to change clothes." Erlan shifted her gaze towards Surti who had just stood still beside Dinda. "Mom, please bring the clothes of my mother in my closet. I think mom's clothes are much more appropriate for Dinda to go to the mall."

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