A GUST OF MY LOVE IN RAMADAN

3. WRONG NUMBER"

"Hallo, assalamualaikum lady Malika!" Sapa Rania's.

"Who is this?" A man from across the phone.

"I'm sorry Citra, may I speak to Miss Malika?" Rania asked the man.

"This isn't my mom's number, please call her directly to her phone." The man then turned off his phone unilaterally.

"What?" can't that guy be a little polite to me?" Rania was upset.

Rania then looked again at the business card Mrs Malika gave her.

"Grammy?" So the one who picked up my phone was her son Madame Malika and this is not Miss Malika's number but her son.

"Oh my God, how do I contact Madame Malika with her cell phone number I don't know." Rania threw her body back on the bed.

Suddenly, Rania remembered something, she smiled and thought about going straight to the company of Malika.

"Ah, it's possible that her son's company is the same as Malika's mistress' company. I'd better go there tomorrow morning." Slowly muttered.

The next day, Rania was already in Mr. Haikal's company. Confidently he got into the elevator after asking Mr. Haikal's name at the company receptionist.

Rania knocked on the door of Mr. Haikal's study many times, but there was no reply from within. He ventured into the room and it turned out that Mr. Haikal was enjoying vodka while listening to music from his phone.

"Basic!" Just don't hear me knocking on the door, this guy is gulping down hell water." Rania.

The girl ventured into Haikal's table making Haikal aghast from his seat and scrunched her forehead to look at Rania's pretty face covered in a veil.

"Hey, who are you, to dare to break my desk? tanya Haikal stared intently at Rania's eyes.

"Are you Malika's son?" Ask Rania.

"It's not my mother's company, but it's mine." Haikal said, then again sipped the Vodka in his hand.

"It turns out you're just a pathetic drunk. I don't know what your problem is until you torture yourself with that damn drink.

It seems you feel your own life is over, when there are still many people out there who suffer more than you, in the love of luxury but never feel grateful." Rania said and then stepped foot to the door to leave the workspace owned by Haikal.

Hearing Rania's rant made the handsome man look dumbstruck. He got up to grab Rania's wrist.

In an instant, Rania's waist was already in the grip of Haikal.

"Who do you dare to advise me?" Haikal asked with one hand still shackled Rania's waist tightened.

"What is the behavior of a gentleman like this in treating a woman?" Rania stared intently at Haikal's face without aged releasing Haikal's handcuffs on his waist.

Haikal removed his circle of hands from Rania's body.

Rania continued her steps and opened the door of Haikal's study.

"My mama's office isn't here but in Kuningan, if you want I'll take you there." Haikal volunteered to drive Rania to her mother's company.

"No need!" Rania walked towards the main elevator.

"Damn it!" No girl has ever treated me like this. How dare a girl be cold to me." Haikal grumbled to himself inside his study.

Rania went back to the receptionist to ask for the address of Malika's company, but her hand was immediately pulled by Haikal to his car which was parked in front of the lobby.

"Follow me!" Haikal said without releasing his hand grip on Rania's hand.

Haikal opens the car door and asks Rania to get into his car.

"Lake in!"

"No way!" Rania refuses Haikal's offer.

"Do you want me to hug your body again in front of people?" Haikal threatened Rania.

Rania stepped away without looking at Haikal.

"I don't want to hear Miss's rejection or you want me to be rude to you, hmm!" Haikal stopped Rania's footsteps.

Rania turned around then looked at Haikal's handsome face with a snort of his breath in annoyance.

Rania finally got into Haikal's car and shook her body in the car seat.

Haikal's laughter broke in his mouth. He had not expected to be faced with the rancid man today, who had just finished a bottle of vodka he had seen on the table.

"This guy just got drunk, how is it possible to drive his car drunk like that." Rania muttered annoyedly.

"Are you applying for a job with my mom?" Haikal asked as the car drove by.

"Take it that way because I was in need of a job and it just so happened that Madame Malika gave me an offer to become her personal assistant. That's why I insist on trading with him." Rania said without looking at Haikal's handsome face.

Upon their arrival in the company of Malika's mistress, Haikal again treated Rania like a king's daughter. He opens the car door for Rania, the girl he doesn't know her name yet.

Both of them are already in front of the door of Madam Malika's office.

Check. lek..

The door was opened by Haikal. Both of them entered into the workspace of Miss Malika.

"Mommy, someone's looking for you." Haikal said as he kissed his mammoth cheek.

"Geez!" Why did you get to be with my son?" Madam Malika asked in surprise when she saw Haikal coming along with Rania.

"This girl thinks that my company is a mama's company." Haikal.

"Sorry Mrs Malika, you gave me your son's business card, not yours, so I went to the company listed in the address of this business card." Said Rania while handing over the business card she held to mistress Malika.

"Citra Sorry!" yesterday I was in a hurry, so look no further, the card I gave you. Oh, yeah, have you met?" Madam Malika asked the two people who were in front of her at this moment.

"Not yet mami" Haikal said as he glanced at Rania who was so indifferent to him.

"This is my son Haikal and Haikal, Miss Citra who helped my mother yesterday when she met Mr. Dimitri. This girl replaced that irresponsible Lilis. We met by chance. When the mother was very tense looking for a Russian translator, this girl volunteered to help her.

Because she was in need of a job, she offered to become a personal assistant because Assistant Nurul was on maternity leave." Said Mrs Malika.

Haikal extended his hand towards Rania, but this girl simply clenched her hands over her chest with a nod of her head.

Haikal forgets that this veiled girl is keeping her distance from a man who is not her muhrim.

"Well, ma'am, then Haikal went back to the company."

"Okay, be careful on the road!" Thank you for bringing your personal assistant here." Madame Malika then kissed her son's cheek.

"Thank you Mr. Haikal, be careful on the road!" Rania said.