(Not) Old Friday

Don't Call Mr. Reka

"Sorry, Sir!"

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

"Next time you do a real job! Let it not fall!" Reka pretends to scold Nayla so that Sifa does not suspect her.

"Yes sir." Nayla cleaned up her cleaning equipment and walked out of the room.

"What's Sifa?" ask the secretary while standing up.

"Sorry sir, I don't think Mr. Reka has arrived yet. I'd like to take the documents."

The designer sat down in his chair then took out the documents that Sifa wanted.

"Excuse me, sir." then Sifa pulled out of Reka's room. He placed the document on his desk and approached Nayla, who was cleaning the floor near the elevator.

"New sleaning service here?" sifa asked loudly to Nayla.

Nayla rolled her eyes puffed. What if he has a new cleaning service?

"Yes." answered Nayla briefly.

"You don't pretentious beauty deh sedain Pak Reka. You're just cleaning service, not worthy of Mr. Reka."

"Keep who's worthy? You?" nayla said as she passed by and brought her tools of cleanliness.

"Eh, brazen you!"

Nayla no longer voices Sifa. He put his cleaning kit back in place and then into the pantry to get a drink.

Suddenly, the shadow of her face continued to cross her mind. Nayla took a long breath.

"I can't baper with Mr. Reka. It's just business. Okay Nayla, focus on making money." he murmured.

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That afternoon when he came home from work, Nayla would ride his bike but was blocked by someone.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Nayla, Mr. Reka is waiting for Mbak in the car," said the middle-aged father who seems to be the driver of Reka.

Nayla looked back and saw the Reka car, sure enough there was a Reka who was sitting in the driver's seat.

"But I brought my own bike, sir. And I also want to say goodbye to my mother" said Nayla.

"Said Mr. Reka I was told to take this bike and deliver a message to Mbak Nayla's mother at home."

Nayla took a long breath. If only he did not need money from Reka, he would not want to be colonized like this.

"Do you know my address?"

"It's Mommy."

Nayla gave the driver her helmet and keys and walked over to the car. Before boarding, he confirmed the circumstances around, whether anyone saw him. After feeling safe, he just got into the car. Yes, he should be proud to be close to a company leader, but he was embarrassed because he had a relationship with Reka through a business path like this.

Nayla opens the back door but..

"Who told you to sit in the back?! I am the driver. Sit in front!" tell Reka.

Nayla closed the door again loudly and she opened the front door and sat down next to Reka.

A few moments later, the car started driving.

"Sir, it's not like dinner is long. I'll say goodbye to Mom."

"Need to prepare before dinner. According to what I ordered!"

Nayla just put her lips together and folded her hands.

"Let's not call me sir in front of my family" said Reka while occasionally glancing at Nayla who still looks upset.

"Call what? The age of Mr. Reka is indeed worthy of being called Father."

Nayla's words so stuck in the heart of Reka. If he didn't need Nayla, he would have told Nayla to come down right now.

Patience...

Nayla laughed out loud. "Well, it's disgusting to call Mr. Reka kayak that."

Suddenly Reka stopped her car which made Nayla's back slightly jerk.

"Still remembering the contents of the contract, in front of my family, you must act like my real partner and we love each other. If you don't want to, you're breaking the contract and you're going to have to double that money."

Nayla widens her eyes. It's blackmail. "I-iya, sir." Looks like Nayla can only resign. Get ready to be a toy doll.

"Try it, how do you call it.." The plan brought itself closer to Nayla's face.

Nayla's chest is pounding. Wants him to dodge, but he's getting squeezed by Reka. "Yes, M-mas Design." So heavy a call was coming out of Nayla's lips.

"If you call me darling?"

Nayla's chest is pounding. Plus Reka's gaze was getting intimidating to her. "L-yes, baby..."

One hand Reka cupped Nayla's cheek. He's closing himself in. That thin lips are now his target.

"Sir!" Nayla pushed Reka with all her strength.

Realized, Reka back leaning herself in the seat. For those few seconds, Reka really thought Nayla was Azkia.

"Sorry, by agreement I don't want a physical touch."

The design took a long breath. "Yes, yes, sorry." He returned to his car.

After 15 minutes, Reka stopped her car at a boutique. Then they went down and entered the shop.

Nayla looked at her. His eyes sparkled at the row of dresses that he had been unable to buy.

"You pick a few." ask Reka while following nearby Nayla.

Nayla eagerly chose the dress. She chose a floral dress with a color that was very suitable in her white skin.

Why are their tastes the same.

The design took a long breath. The feeling in his heart was back. If only Nayla had been Azkiah.

"You try it, if it fits all you wear."

Nayla walks into the dressing room while Reka sits down and plays her phone.

A while later, Nayla who had changed clothes came out. The designer looked up at Nayla. Almost the phone in his hand was released when he looked at the beautiful face of Nayla wearing the dress.

"Beautiful," he muttered softly as he stood closer to Nayla. "Pick a few more after that come with me."

"I've taken three."

The designer picked up five more dresses that he chose at random and he thought were suitable for Nayla. "Later after marriage, all your needs I prepared at home. No need to carry too much."

Between happy and sad. From now on his life will continue to be governed by Reka.

After paying at the cashier, Reka takes Nayla to a salon next to the boutique.

Nayla rolled her eyes panted, the desire of the rich man must be perfect. However, Nayla still obeyed the wishes of Reka.

After almost an hour, and again the Design was made enchanted by the beauty of Nayla. Straight hair that is draped with natural makeup that fits perfectly with his face, Nayla looks more charming.

The designer stood up and approached him. "Beautiful." praised Reka, this time it could be heard by Nayla's ears.

"Beautiful to Azkia not to Nayla." Nayla walks out of the salon followed by Reka.

And in reality what Nayla said was true.

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