What Is Married?
The Widow
Huh! I have to see a client again today. And well I have to make small talk of vomiting, re-presenting the proposal.
Huh?!
Well how else, as a project marketer, it must be gini. Chatting about proposals, winning projects, and contract signatures must be lived, so that the wallet is fixed every month.
"May my client this time be interested again. Not bad so add my bonus list this month."hopefully I
Hm...
Ok the proposal is ready, notebook, my clothes are neat. And my makeup is ok.
Stay off to the meeting.
*****
It's been 30 minutes I arrived at a coffee shop stylish quite modern. The place is quite neatly arranged and cozi-style of this era. The color is in two-color kalem donamasi. Black and brown like most coffee shops.
Today my client is named Miss Morsi, a woman who has been quite successful wara wiri in the property business. He said he was very detailed and perpektsonis people in any case. But by the way, she's a widow. The word bird, already married three times.
"Huh great really"
But that's personal business. I'm no coment. Everyone has a choice for the life journey.
And for anything else necessary about my client's info. I'm stalking Instagram and her profile. The photos are very social. Branded bags, watches, vehicles have become a lot of his Instagram portrait.
Well ok..
But by the way, long time ago, women branded nyampe. Is because he underestimated the investment project that I will present this time.
Huh come on. My investor is not just him. Fifteen people have already entered the project. Even if you refuse, I still have another list ready to join.
"Huhhh waste of time!!!"I was annoyed waiting and my gaze turned to the wavy long haired woman.
She was wearing a bright red dress, very short and sexy. He took a long walk like a middle celeb Menenteng red hermes bag walking towards me.
"Is he the person, it's true he is, his appearance is not much different from instagram photos" compare me
But wait, who's next to him following? Young man, tall, with a casual blue suit and a brick brown shirt daleman stepped definitely like a model holding him friendly. He was wearing black glasses, and looked so masculine.
"Hi wait a minute, it's Elsi's husband. Rendi, O my gad, don't-don't"get to know me for a moment when he opened his glasses.
"With howling yes"why the woman smiled sweetly for a moment until my place.
"Yes ma'am, I looked up, melisa purnomo"introduced me to stand hand-stabbing.
"OKs. I'm Goddess Mursi and this is Rendi nugroho, my partner"he greeted me and I looked at Rendi who was a bit agitated glancing at me
"O. yes, let's sit down"please warm me up
"O... Sure"he received then we sat down.
Ok should be professional. About the presence of Rendi among us. I don't care, your business. I must positive minded, now.
Huhhh!!
Huh!!!
"Ok, ma'am, I'll just start prenstasiannya".
"Stop" the command smooth shut down immediately my notebook.
Instantly I was confused.
"...."
"What does this woman mean?"my sorrow in heart
"Alright, No need for any presentation through purnomo, I will immediately invest 30 percent of shares in your project"
"30%.."my ears soon.
"Hm... You're a smart woman, you want to know why?"tanyanya smiled.
"Regarding that, I'm honestly curious as well"
"Emmm. Yeah, I know, you know, Rendi's Elsi's husband pertiwi"
"That's.." My shock was severe. This time the meeting was not a job. Is this just drama.
"I also know, you're friends with him, aren't you?"
"I don't understand whether this is a matter of terms"
"Smart" he smiled broadly.
"Me and Rendi, want to immediately formalize our relationship. However, Elsi did not want to divorce from Rendi. Even she was willing to share her husband and I didn't like that" she continued
"What.."tell me in my heart swallow spit.
This is totally beyond my expectations. Truth be told, Elsi and Rendi have been in a relationship for a while. They've been dating since the age of fifteen. It is not a shame that Rendi cheated with a widow three times, then now she wants to leave elsi so alone.
"Oh no.no.no, si, elsi how tragic your story"I'm heartbroken by the betrayal of a joked jerk.
"Hm... So I'm going to point out, just convince your best friend, to get divorced from Rendi, then I'll sign this investment contract and you'll know your bonus will be quite big, if your project gets investors like me".
"Bonus.." I said no sound.
"Contract worth 30%, got through, so about 5% out of 9 billion, then my bonus was, 450 million, what's, what's,
That's true"my fantasy is happy
"butt, no.no... This is not true" I thought for a moment to see Rendi who smiled cunningly..
"So, ma'am, this doesn't seem right. I have to be professional. I can't mix personal matters with work" I answered logically.
"Wait's words from where, how can I get out of my mouth" I wonder
"Hm, you're right, too, but think back, I don't think you'd want to see your best friend suffer an unhealthy marriage either"
"…...."
"…....."
Silent
"Wow amazing words, I can't deny it, this woman is really cunning, very smart to play this game" I admire in my heart.
"Alright, beby, you want to say something" her eyes stroked her cheeks.
And the jerk just smiled shaking his head.
Yu... So disgusted at him. Elsi married this demonic creature.
"Well, it looks like this meeting got here, it's my business card, it's my personal number, not my assistant, you can think first, and tell me your decision directly"he placed the blue paper on the table, and he stood with Rendi and turned around to leave me.
"Damn it, what else" I complained to take the card
"Morsi goddess, Ceo of Arka corporation, and xxxx"
My reading then squeezed him mad.
"Cring!!"the tone of whattsup on my phone rang and I opened it immediately.
"Rendi"accaku. And without thinking I opened it
"Sa, Elsi can only hear your words".
"Haha!!, die me".