Unconditional Marriage
Chapter 01

“I'm fat no hell?” windy asked as he held onto her cheek and left hand held onto the glass.

While Mitha had just been sitting in her chair, she had only arrived at the office after having a race in the streets. Hearing the question from Windy made him only able to shake his head.

“Kok not answered anyway, Mitha,” connect Windy. Now his eyes looked at Mitha who was sitting in front of him.

"No, Win. You are not fat. Perfect, beautiful," said Mitha trying to mean ordinary.

"But the bottom of the jaw is like a fat deposit, you want to diet."

"You want to diet, what's wrong? Same brain bone? Your body is already good, see my body stretched like a gini," said Mitha slightly raised, not to the point of shouting only add to the intonation of his voice.

Windy is a beautiful woman of Javanese-European descent, has white skin and a sweet smile, plus long black hair and an ideal body.

Since college Mitha befriended Windy, but since working Windy always felt his appearance was lacking. Wanting to go on a diet, liposuction, plastic surgery, sometimes consider injecting Botox.

"Paramitha, why are you that, I want to look beautiful so that there are men who like me. You know I'm 28 years old and I'm single, you're good to have Tama" said Windy, Mitha moved her left eyebrow up once.

"My beautiful Cindy is like a barbie, you sing your own fault, why many reject guys. You're too picky" said Mitha approaching Windy and holding both cheeks.

Very anxious Mitha to her best friend, so anxious to feel like Mitha pulled thick make-up on Windy's face.

“Mitha, my makeup is broken,” said Windy with lips forward because Mitha pressed her cheek. Before long Mitha let go by sticking the powder on her hand. "I might have to dance again."

Mitha commented that smiling withholding her laughter, Windy's behavior could always make her happy. Breakfast with a strange menu with his best friend.

After Windy silenced her chatter, Mitha tidied up the files on her stacked desk, then turned on the laptop.

There is still a lot of work, especially at the end of the semester, there are many financial audits waiting for him.

As Mitha was busy with work, her boss Pram in the office came out of her room, walking towards Mitha who was not the least bit unmoved despite hearing the boss' footsteps.

"Mit, come with me to the room" said the boss, then walked back to his room. I don't know why he didn't just use the phone or bang on the glass in the room.

Mitha said it, then took care of her clothes and walked after the boss. Windy flashed a glance, shortly after Mitha called her fierce boss apologizing to her employees.

Pram is a typical cold male and has a heart as hard as an ice cube block, which will melt if completely heated. Take winning the tender for example.

Pram arrived at his room, as well as Mitha who had entered there, as soon as the fragrant aroma of the room scented on his nostrils, plus an expensive parfume that became one.

“Sit,” command Pram on Mitha. Mitha nodded then sat down, so did Pram, then picked up something on the desk. "This, Mit."

Mitha stared at the puzzled audit file she had given the boss last week, hesitatingly taking it. His brain was still thinking hard about what the report file was for.

“For what, Sir?” mitha asked confusedly.

"Mitha, you've worked with me for almost five years, your education S2 anyway, the time to audit reports like this is still something wrong."

The opening of the financial statement file persemester still concludes the question mark, which part is wrong? Mitha said she did well.

"Why? You have a lot of pressure at work?" keep Pram up while asking.

Mitha shook her head. “No, Sir.”

Mitha began to understand which part made the boss seem to dislike, it turned out that the data and reports were invalid, and the financial part was not balanced.

"Good, Sir. I'll be right away" Mitha said, then said goodbye to get out of the boss' room.

Closing the door to Pram's room while slightly squeezing the paper, walked closer to Windy who was still busy with her make-up.

"Windy my fair, skinny, sexy and beautiful cockpit, can I ask you a favor?" said Mitha who sat on Windy's desk, her eyes sparkling at Windy while acting sweet.

"What?" windy asked briefly, once Mitha's tumben could have a sweet face on him. "You're going to ask for help, right? Anything at all? You scolded the boss again?"

"Kok knows anyway? You're a paramerid?"

"Paramitha Normal. What the hell?" Windy Gregetan with Mitha.

“I ask you to audit my percentage report dong,” Mitha said later.

"Crazy, you were the accountant when I was told to."

"The accountant in this office isn't just me, you are too. Come help your beautiful best friend, I'll treat you later."

"Your father's most plate of dumplings. Yaudah here." Windy pulled the report file from Mitha's hand, who instantly gave it away without resisting.

“Thanks for my beautiful Windyku.” After notifying Windy, Mitha returned her work shirt.

Mitha did not want to make a report tonight, because she had a promise that could not be denied, especially if the promise was about the heart and feelings, about her future. Who else is not Aditama's lover.

Besides that he has not permission on the mother to go home late today, Mitha had done it the other day, Mitha did not want it to happen, Mitha did not want it to happen, because everything will be messed up if the mother's pain relapses again.

The work he was living had drained a lot of thoughts, if coupled with the mother, then it would add to the barrage of problems that he had to solve.

Although he should have gotten used to it, because the mother had been sick for a long time and at that time Mitha continued to be the target of the mother's pain.

However, for a time that Mitha could not determine, Mitha did not want such a thing to happen again.

“Do not daydream, this is me while helping you,” Widya said when she saw Mitha.

“I did not daydream, just the memory of mama aja earlier,” said Mitha.

“Why with aunt Melda, any problems?”

“No, the problem is the same as the disease aja.”

“Not yet you bring control what, Mith?”

Mitha exhaled slowly. It should be in the near future, but it seems that the mother is reluctant to do so, because she considers that she is fine.

"The intention is that I want to bring control, but it's wrong to be rejected, he said 'Mama is healthy, why is also taken to the hospital continuously'," replied Mitha.

It is undeniable if you see the mother is healthy, it's just her mind is sick and messy.

Hearing that Windy could only encourage Mitha.