My Girlfriend Is Not My Match
Unexpected event

This morning, the weather was so unsupportive, it began to look a lot of dark clouds where - where.

Signs of rain will fall.

Why when I do not bring a rain car must come, anyway.

The raindrops started falling one by one, counting the minutes started to look a lot.

It feels, trapped in the station with a body condition that does not wear a jacket. It was a nightmare for me.

It was getting dark, the rain was getting heavier, no matter how long I would be stuck here, holding the cold of the night.

Coincidentally there was only me and one foreign man, only we were both sitting at a roadside stop while waiting for public transportation to pass.want to call Tedy batray mobile phone runs out so dead.

Damn it, my life today.

The clock kept rolling, the more it made my body freeze. It feels like moving is not able to move the legs.

The man next to me seemed to see my movements that were getting more and more stiff.

With so much deep pity, he opened the suit that he wore to put my body that began to freeze.

"You're just wearing my suit, you're so cold."

"You're Indonesian?" citra said with so happy he finally met with Indonesians, the same as him.

"Yes, I'm an Indonesian, living in C city, if you live where."

"Oh... I live in town A, but I go to town C."

"Yes..... no wonder that all cities in Indonesia know the city C, where the scenery is so beautiful, the city became a city of tourists arriving."

"Yes, you really, I like bnget to your city."

"You, what are you doing here, why not be with your friend, the danger of women coming out alone. It's raining again."

"So, I happen to be walking - afternoon walk. Don't know it's raining, want to call a friend to come pick up even my phone died because of the batray."

"Heem... like public transportation no one passes by anymore, you order a taxi online only through my mobile phone, nih." he gave the smart thing to me, while smiling sincerely.

I grabbed the smart thing, booked a taxi online to drive me home to the hotel.

"Thank you for your help, so I can go home soon."

"Same as."

A few minutes later, the online taxi I ordered came, as well as the car that picked up the man, whom I did not know whose name he was.

"Gue go first, yeah, it's your suit." Citra wanted to return her suit but was refused.

"Not wear it, keep your body warm. I was picked up."

The man got into his car, leaving me alone.

How, yes, how to get back in his suit. Just know him, know his name.

Well, geez, Citra is so much lo.

Bummer, begoook......

The image of banging his head with his hand, feeling the dumbest in the world. People don't ask what his name was.

The taxi driver who saw Citra was confused immediately greeted.

"Mother, want to go home now or still here buk" said the taxi driver

"Yes, sir, we're leaving."

The image of the hunt - rush inside, still wearing the man's suit.

Twenty minutes of travel, we finally arrived at the hotel.

I rushed into the hotel after paying the taxi fare, looking for the door number.

After finding it, he went straight in, opened the suit he was wearing earlier, put it on the edge of his bed. Grabbing a hanging towel and entering the bathroom immediately cleanses the body.

Not so long heard the sound of the door mndi open, the image out looks so fresh, not the image that looks dull and pale like that again.

The image of walking closer to the dresser, looking at the mirror of his body that is so charming, even with a home dress, he said,. But still beautiful, any clothes when in use Citra will certainly remain beautiful.

Finished wearing night cream and bodylotion to his hands and feet, Citra again saw a suit located on the edge of his bed.

He walked closer to the suit, looking and imagining the wearer. So handsome and handsome he was while wearing a suit.

How, the way I made this suit, yeah.

No, yes, slip that business card in his pocket.

The image immediately checked the man's suit, who knew there was a card left in his suit pocket.

"What's this?" citra was astonished

"It's not like it's a business card, like it's a paper."

The image was made curious by the contents in the pocket of the suit.

What the hell, the guy's pouch, really thick, said a handkerchief is impossible.

After Citra took out the contents of the suit sku, she was flabbergasted like someone who was looking at a demon.

It turns out that it's in his suit pocket, American dollar bill.

Citra.

I can't say any more words.

Not that he does not have that much money, but he is surprised that today there are still men who suit him.

Time anyway, this much money is entered into a suit pocket, why not use a bag.

The image still continues to check the pocket of the suit, who knows there is a card there.

The image found a business card in the suit, there his name. Jonatan files is a CEO at the famous Fan Group company in C.

The image was so shocked after seeing the business card, Fan Group is a company engaged in marketing. In fact, the company already has many subsidiaries in various cities. Even abroad there is.

Oh, my God, it just so happens, anyway.

I've been wanting to find out for a long time that this is a company.

It turns out that if the soul mate is not going anywhere, hahahaha*........

Image directly contacted Jonatan the owner of the suit he was wearing earlier.

Rang the sign in.

Didn't wait long to finally be lifted.

"Hello.." from the other end of the phone.

"Hello.... This is with Mr Jonatan?" citra

"Yes, by myself, what's up, yeah."

"Gue, you helped me and you gave me a coat, sorry I checked your suit. That's why I can call you."

"Oh..... It's okay, relax."

"But I'm not good, I found money in your suit. Not a little more?"

"Gosh, yeah, I forgot that" he said, hitting his head slowly but still audible.

The image that hears a man regretting his boredom feels funny on its own.

Smilingly.

"Then, your money is what I send to your address directly what I transfer only. chances are I can not meet you in the near future, because I have a lot of work. regarding your suit I will laundry first, I just sent it to your address, how?"

"As much as you."

"OK, means I'll send it to your address, just send it to my home address lo."

"OK." he said

That is Citra, there is no base - stale when talking to people, even if it is the opposite sex. Too stiff he is.