BETTING

VENTURE

Andre looked at this girl in front of him with great pity. Wanting to help more, he was unable to. As a boss, he can only do his best.

"This, I can submit through the cooperative. Maybe the process is long. Not necessarily approved. After all, the number is not much. Maximum of three million. That will also cut your salary every month. You want?" He explained at length.

Celine is a very critical employee when it comes to finances. Bonus and spare overtime he memorized the amount, so many commas so. It cannot be less if it can be more.

Andre understands. Salary is used to support and feed many mouths. If he were to become Celine, Andre would definitely be stressed every day thinking about how to manage it.

His income is quite decent still feels lacking if he obeys the will of his wife at home. Somehow the girl could survive with her foster children with that kind of money. He's not thinking. Salute the courage of his team that one.

"But, Elin needs to hurry, sir. Are there any other loans for employees?" Half begged him to say. Looking where else is the money going?

"Ga there, Lin. That's it, a co-operative loan. We're just a shop, not a bank." He went back to explaining.

"Jude, Sir. Elin kept asking. Melaya. Help Elin ya." Face brightens. Fortunately her face was beautiful, so whose heart did not melt to see it. Coupled with his heavy life, everyone who knows, surely with a light hand will help.

"definitely. You are one of my best teams. Especially now that you are in trouble, I will help you. But I can't promise fast. Maybe two or three months. Hopefully it will be faster. I'm trying to."

"Thank you, sir."

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"Elin, come on in. Tumben here what's wrong. Same kange, huh?" Broto welcomes his girl at the door. Worship face. Beaming as that beautiful face appeared. What dream was he last night?

Pucuk loved ulam also arrived. Don't even have to find it to come alone. Broto welcomed her with open arms. If you can get arrested, why not?

Celine walked in. It was heavy-hearted, but he finally stepped in too, to Broto's house. His hands were sweating coldly. Coming here was the same as getting into a tiger cage. Give yourself up as bait. Ready or not is just one possibility, be the meal.

"Elin came here someone wants to be asked please the same father." They sit next to each other. Broto deliberately took a comfortable position in order to be close to the girl. The opportunity didn't come twice, did it?

"Oh, huh? What's up, honey?" Eyes widened. Didn't expect her girl to say that. What can you help me with?" Celine's stomach felt nauseous hearing Broto's words earlier. Did he suddenly get acid? Mas's? This guy remember what age it wasn't, huh?

"Look, Sir. Uh, Mas." Smoothly his mouth tells all, as much detail about the accident experienced by the Princess. Broto simply nodded and listened as he spoke. Sometimes a smile was etched on his face. Without explaining at length, he already knew what the girl meant to come to his house.

"Elin needs a fee to pay the rest, Mas." saying that he gulped. It was hard to call the old man by the name of m**as. He knew what the risks were when it came to this man, but there was no other way for his foster child to recover.

"Hem, a lot too, yeah. Ten million is not a little. That's equal to ten doors of my contract a month." He's spinning a mustache. Occasionally rubbing his beard. Considering whether to give for free or ask for compensation for his help.

Elin remained silent. He knew Broto must have money, even more than that. There is still a lot of land. Not cattle and goats. This father is one of the most respected men in this village.

Obviously, there are many assets. Many women want to be his wife. Merely, he is hard to love to die to Celine. As long as the girl is unmarried, she will continue to pursue. Even his widow will be awaited.

"Yes, please help Elin. Elin doesn't know who else to ask for help to," he said. Hopefully this time he will help.

"It could actually be. But, that kind of money, right, not a little. I also put money into business. After all, you borrow long, not necessarily can return quickly. Yeah, right?" His voice is cornered. Actually it is, Celine will also not be able to pay in a fast time.

"Yes, Elin knows. But, please yes, Mas. This once. You don't have to be a donor every month. Consider it depe." Hopefully. It's just better. He took at the beginning of all his money for the next ten months.

"Rem ... I could have loaned it now, but well at least there is no guarantee. Not that I don't believe you." He smiled cunningly Broto. It seems like he's planning something.

Celine remained silent. Take a deep breath. "You know we don't have anything. The house just contracted. What can Elin guarantee?" His eyes looked at Broto fixedly. Can't he be kind? It is difficult to ask others for help when we are in trouble.

"Len." Broto's getting close. "Elin knows that I love you." His hands began to squeeze the girl's hands.

Celine shuddered in horror. He brushed off, not willing to be touched. "Eh, anu, Mas." Slowly he dodged. Move her seat to be a little far apart. Broto himself is getting closer.

The girl was scared. Body shakes. A loud warning sounded in his head. Only he didn't heed it. Still hangs here. Hoping to get help, night threatens honor.

"What do you want?" Clenched his hand, as Broto desperately held it.

"Lin, want to be my girlfriend. I really promised to marry Elin. I want to ask you for anything." His hand now turned to hug Celine's shoulder. A little more this girl will be in his arms.

"Nrc ..."

"Lin wants how much money? Ten million is a little, baby. I can love more. How much do you want" he whispered.

"Eh, Sir. Release hand. I don't like being hugged." The girl brushed off the naughty hands that were beginning to grab her.

"Elin needs the money now, right? Let's go get it. But, temenin mas used to be inside." The naughty hands started to descend down, stroking his thighs.

"Elin won't, sir!" The girl refused firmly. The more it is kept, the more it becomes.

"Don't do it, honey. It won't hurt you, huh." This time it was disgusting.

"Please, Sir!" He pushed Broto's body. This is what the hell? Really shameless.

"Here again deserted. Cloudy weather's good if we're clumsily." She hugged Celine. His mouth had even started to sob, about to kiss the cheek.

Nah! Help u!

"Lin ain't gonna. Release, Sir! Off!" He thrashed.

"Come, Lin. I couldn't stand it." His hands tugged so that the girl was getting closer. There was a pull and a push between these two people.

"Mr gilaaaa ... Off!" Celine refuses Broto's face, but the man still tries to kiss her.

Suddenly ....

"Mr! What do you want to do?" A voice stopped.

Celine looked at a face that was familiar to her. Broto's eldest son. Thank goodness he came. His presence saved him from the safest land crocodile nan bangkotan.

"When did you come?" Broto let go of his embrace. She was ashamed to be found out about her son. "Kok come here ga ngabarin Mr?" Broto was in a stale manner diverting the conversation. Put it where his face is this time. Fortunately, his son found him. Try someone else? It could be the gossip material.

"You want to fuck Elin?" ask his son with a look of anger.

Broto shook his head, trying to dodge. Free, it's been discovered too.

"Remember the age, sir. Remember grandchild. Remember the late Mother. If you like, marry well. This is not the way," he said firmly. His face was showing anger. His hands are folded on his chest. Even so, his tone is still polite considering it was his own biological parents.

"Eh inga's. You just ..."

"I'm sorry to go home!" Celine broke off the conversation and left immediately.

"Eh, Lin. Hold still. I want to know her ..." Mr. Broto's son's voice sounded vague. He doesn't care anymore. Half-running him towards the motorbike parked next to the house.

Now he has to go back to the hospital. Princess needs. Before we got here, he sent the boy to the nurse. It was fortunate that the Princess was asleep, so she did not look for her brother.