(Not) Old Friday

Deal

Nayla stops her blind motorbike in front of a fancy cafe. Let some people who just got out of the car look down on him.

At first, Reka wanted to pick her up but Nayla refused. Eventually, they decided to meet at a cafe.

Nayla comes in and looks for table number 9, according to the order of the designer. Apparently, Reka had been sitting in her chair with two glasses of drinks that had been served on the table.

Nayla sat in front of the designer. "I'm sorry, it's a little long" Nayla said as she stared at Reka for a moment. Nayla's chest thumped when she saw a handsome face that increasingly looked perfect when wearing a t-shirt that combined with the jeans jacket. Hurriedly Nayla turned her gaze so that she would not get more fascinated with that face.

"Okay, it's okay." Reka presented a map containing the marriage contract letter to Nayla. "Read first and understand."

Nayla reads some of the contract rules, some of which, Nayla must behave like a wife who loves her husband in front of the family and everyone who knows the marriage, is willing to live in the house of Reka, and everyone who knows the marriage, is willing to live in the house of Reka, accompany wherever Reka go and serve like a wife, such as preparing food, and all the needs of the husband.

Wait to serve your husband?

"Sir Reka, sorry." Nayla lowered her voice. "I don't want to serve Mr. Reka like a wife. I don't want any physical contact other than handrails."

"You want 100 million in a month, right? That includes the service charge every night."

What the hell? She was joking but her face looked very serious.

Nayla was silent and seemed to be thinking hard. He wanted to reject her outright but he thought about her mother's condition. His life will be ruined at the hands of the Rivers. Although Reka has everything but between them there is no love. The plan only considers him a replacement for his deceased wife-to-be.

The little laugh design that made Nayla fascinated with those sweet-looking dimples.

"I'm not interested in you either." The design took the bullet and added a special point about the ban on physical contact.

Nayla heaved a sigh of relief but the words of Reka were so offensive to her.

Without interest? I am interested in people who are old. Nope!

"Sign here. After that I will transfer 100 million as a sign of contract. In the next month only 50 million every month."

Nayla gave a small smile in her heart as she signed the contract letter. Just one month was enough for her mother's medical expenses and to pay her debts, but when was the contract marriage?

"But the one who has the right to determine how long this contract lasts is only me" said Reka while taking the signed contract letter.

Nayla until recorded that important point. What if Reka signed him for life, even though he got a salary but established a marriage without love never crossed his mind at all.

"You drink first."

Nayla stared at the cold orange drink she had ignored earlier. Though thirsty, but he was afraid to drink it.

"Why am I afraid I'm giving you medicine? If you don't want to drink." The design doesn't bother. He drank his own drink.

The face can be the same, but the nature is clearly different. But this is the only way that I don't miss Azkia too much and I will no longer be told to choose the girls that Mama and Dad introduce.

Nayla finally took a sip of the cold drink until it ran out. "If there's nothing to talk about anymore, I want to go home because mom's alone at home."

"Want me to take you?"

"I brought my own motor."

"Yes, tomorrow afternoon come with me to meet my parents. I'll introduce you as my future wife and one more week we'll get married so you don't be surprised and you have to do your part well."

"Yes" answered Nayla briefly, and she stood up and left.

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That morning, before going to the office Nayla saw the balance in her ATM first but it turned out that there was no incoming balance at all. Nayla was afraid that Reka would just deceive her.

"I must immediately confirm it to Mr. Reka. I need to get an operation." Nayla returned on her motorbike to the office which was only a few meters away.

After arriving, Nayla immediately entered the office and prepared for work. As before, he was in charge of cleaning the room. He walked into the room but unexpectedly the owner of the room was sitting while staring at the screen of his laptop.

"What time is coming? You should've cleaned this room before I came."

What time do you ask. Only the time that comes part. Oaths have long been getting worse for people.

Nayla doesn't care. He started cleaning the floor. Even though he was actually very misbehaved because it seemed like Reka continued to observe his every move.

Suddenly Nayla stopped her work. He had to ask first about the money.

"Sir, yesterday I signed the contract. Why is the money still not transferred?"

The design smiled obliquely. It turned out that the girl before him really wanted money. The designer stood up and pulled Nayla's hand to sit on the sofa. "Surely after I transfer you won't run away?"

Nayla shook her head. "Pak Reka can sue me if I run away."

The designer is now looking at Nayla. "What do you want to make money so you have to rush to get it?"

"It's not Mr. Reka's business."

"Yes already. Later after we're legal, I'll transfer."

"Sir!" nayla's patience is over. "Yesterday, Mr. Reka said to himself that if I signed, the money would be transferred immediately." Nayla pulls out her suit with both hands. "Sir Riska wants to play me!"

The plan was inexhaustible with Nayla's reaction this time. How dare he. "Now I'm asking, what do you want the money to do?"

Pull Nayla's hand out. "Make my mother's surgery cost."

Instantly Reka took her phone and transferred it to Nayla's account number. "It's been a success." The designer showed proof of transfer to Nayla.

It turns out Mr. Reka is serious.

The designer put his phone back on the table. "After your mother's surgery, I'll propose to you and we'll get married."

Nayla was silent. Be self-aware if Reka only wants a face similar to his future wife first.

The designer grabbed Nayla's cheek and rubbed it gently. Even though he knew all this was wrong and only lied to his feelings but that face had completely replaced that longing.

"Sorry, Sir!"

The voice made Nayla instantly stand up and Reka distanced herself.

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