Cat Eyed Girl

Chapters. 19 – Congklak

“Bapak want to take me where?” asked Milea again in a moment of panic when she saw Firdaus entering a password on the door of her apartment.

Click ..

The door opened, and Firdaus immediately pushed Milea's body in.

“Pak,” screeches Milea with fear.

Firdaus closed the apartment door and continued to step forward towards Milea.

“Ba-father want what?” milea asked fearfully and had already retreated her steps away from Paradise.

“According to you, what a man and woman do in a closed place and no one here,” asked Firdaus back with a slanted smile.

‘Mampus I. Does he want to make me andehoy? I already love five girls in different versions, Milea's inner’ said as she continued to rack her brain in search of answers in order to save her life.

“Main Congklak,” Milea replied quickly.

Firdaus stopped his steps and looked at Milea with a frown.

“Main Congklak?” ask Firdaus who was nodded by Milea. “What is Congklak?” ask Firdaus.

Milea blinked her eyes. “Father don't know?” ask Milea back.

“No,” replied Firdaus.

Milea sighed softly and pulled out her phone. The woman opened a world site and looked for photos related to the game Congklak.

“This, sir,” point Milea at Firdaus.

Firdaus also saw the screen of Milea's phone showing a rectangular object whose edges are oval in shape and there is a large hole on each side, then at each side length there is a closed hole of the same size on each side.

“What is this?” ask Firdaus again.

“This is Congklak, sir. This game is very popular in my village,” Milea said with a smile.

“What in your village, this game is played with two different genders and in a closed place?” firdaus asked with raised eyebrows next to his.

“Eng, itu--could be okay, sir. depending on who is playing,” Milea replied with a clumsy smile.

“So, you think I'll take you to play congklak?” ask Firdaus.

“Yes do not know, did you ask me earlier. Yes I answered as I know dong,” replied Milea with a clumsy smile.

“Hmm, but unfortunately your guess is wrong,” Firdaus said.

Fridaus again walked closer to Milea, making the woman quickly regress. But unfortunately their distance was very close to make Milea can not escape from the confinement of Paradise at this time which has locked her between the arms of the man. Milea was no longer able to rewind her steps because it had stuck on a decorative closet that became a barrier between the living room and the kitchen.

“Ap-what will you do?” milea asked nervously.

Firdaus noticed Milea's overall appearance from top to bottom, making the woman uncomfortable.

“You must be my girlfriend,” Firdaus said which made Milea widen her eyes.

“APA?” milea cried with surprise.

*

Milea noticed Firdaus who was focusing on her laptop. The man was typing a letter of agreement between the two of them.

Kreeek .. kreek .. kreek ...

The sound of a printing machine issuing a paper that reads black ink. Firdaus got up and took the paper.

“Much length, Sir?” milea protested when she saw how many requirements Firdaus wanted to submit.

“You just read it first, I want to take a shower, sultry,” Firdaus said.

“Loh, was in the hospital Mr not so shower?” ask Milea.

“So, I can't shower in a public place like that,” Firdaus said and disappeared into his room.

“Hmm, I think only the lower class who like photo copy, it turns out rich people too,” sneer Milea and start

read the points on the requirements proposed by Firdaus.

“A lot, what do people want? This the hell I've been told to be his slave.” sneer Milea who read every point written there.

Milea took the pen that was near the printing machine, the woman began to cross off one point at a time which felt too heavy to live. Thirty minutes passed, Milea was done with the revised requirements, as well as Firdaus who was neat in his suit.

“What do you do?” firdaus asked when he saw Milea scribbling the paper of the agreement he had made.

“Oh, this. I just want to change the points that incriminate me,” said Milea casually while giving the paper to Firdaus.

Firdaus grabbed the paper and read every point that Milea had scribbled.

“What is this? You can't cook?” ask Firdaus.

“Hmm, I can't cook,” Milea replied.

“Then, all this time what did you eat?” ask Firdaus.

“I always eat fast food, or even order daily abstinence,” replied Milea. “If in the office, I always eat with friends, sometimes the night is also so,” replied Milea.

“Then, how about your breakfast?” ask Firdaus.

“Sometimes I do not eat, sometimes only eat bread, but if it is too hungry, I will buy pork on the way to the office,” replied Milea.

Firdaus sighed softly, the man took the red inked pen and crossed out Milea's refusal to cook her breakfast and night.

“I refused your refusal. I still want my breakfast and dinner served. In any case, however,

you have to cook it,” breaks up Firdaus without wanting any more rejection.

“This what? Have you never cleaned up your house?” firdaus asked when he saw the graffiti Milea who again refused to clean her house every day.

“Pak, I work from morning to night, so there is no time for me to clean the house, except Sundays and holidays. That's also if there is a holiday,” muttered Milea at the end of her sentence. “So, I rarely clean the house because indeed I am rarely at home,” explained Milea.

“Alright, then twice a week, you have to clean my house,” broke up Firdaus again who did not want to hear Milea's complaint.

Firdaus raised his gaze to look at Milea.”This what?” firdaus asked at the point where Milea had to be his pretended girlfriend in order to thwart the grandfather's plan to match him to another woman.

“Oh, right I'm just a girlfriend pretending to be Dad. So I do not want any excessive touch,” said Milea.

“I have written there clearly, anything that should not.”

Yes, Milea refused to have hugs, kisses, and other romantic scenes other than just the handle

hands only.

“Alright, I also do not intend to hug or kiss you. But ...” Firdaus said while hanging his words.

“But what?” asked Milea curiously.