Cat Eyed Girl

Chapters. 3 - Foreign Number

Firdaus hugged his body while wagging his legs that only used socks.

“Pak,” greet Udin, personal assistant of Firdaus.

“For so long you, why hah?” cry Firdaus in annoyance.

“Macet, Sir,” Anton said fearfully as he placed the slippers at Fridaus' feet.

“Where is the car key?” ask Firdaus.

Anton gave the car keys to the boss. Firdaus immediately snatched the car keys given by Anton.

“You take care of my car,” Firdaus said before he stepped away from the liaison office.

Anton just nodded his head and saluted the boss. The man sighed softly and entered the office of the transportation service to take care of all the ticketing papers and also paid the fine.

Firdaus drove the car at high speed to leave the liaison office. Just one

the man's goal, that's his apartment. He already felt sultry with his sticky body and also his clothes that already felt dirty.

*

“How much?” ask Uli.

“Connecting this guy is very special and handsome kebangetan, so the price is different than usual yes,” said Milea with a big smile.

“No problem. Gini handsome guys should not be wasted,” said Uli impatiently.

“OK, five hundred thousand one number,” Milea said with a big smile.

“Big expensive? Usually only fifty thousand,” said Uli.

“Oh can't, this handsome guy is completely dumbfounded. You have seen the photo sendirkannya,” said Milea to Uli.

“Iya anyway, but if you lie I ask for compensation,” Uli told Milea.

“Today I have never disappointed a customer. If you do not want, yes already, I can sell to others who want to pay dearly,” Milea told Uli and prepared to leave.

“Eh, wait,” call Uli which makes Milea stop her steps.

“What?” asked Milea who had been staring at Uli back.

“Iya, I bought five hundred thousand,” said Uli finally.

Milea grabbed her phone and read the incoming message. “Ups, sorry, someone bid a million nih. Clear

dong I will sell to whom tuh number,” said Milea by refusing payment from Uli.

“Gue who will buy one million,” said Uli.

Milea tinkered at her phone, then she said if there were others who could pay more than the price of one million rupiah.

“Where ya? My other customers have bid one million five hundred,”, Milea said with a sorry face.

“Two million, I bought two million,” said Uli.

“He can pay two million five hundred thousand,” Milea said as she showed her phone.

“Three million,” bargain Uli.

“He bid three million five hundred, how dong?” asked Milea with an increasingly sad face.

“Five million, I bought a number with a price of five million,” said Uli.

“OK, deal,” Milea said as she extended her hand.

“Deal,” replied Uli while replying to Milea's hand.

“Transfer or cash?” ask Milea.

“Gue transfer now,” Uli said while removing his phone and asking Alya to tell you how many account numbers.

“Successful, already in five million right?” tanya Uli while showing the screen of his phone that has successfully made a transaction of five million rupiah.

Milea checks her phone, then she smiles satisfied when she sees a notification that tells if anyone enters her account of five million rupiah.

“Can't wait to meet,” exclaimed Uli while imagining the man's face the owner of the mobile number.

*

Firdaus felt his body feel refreshed as he walked into the bath, the man also enjoyed the water that released a therapeutic aroma that greatly calmed his sense of smell from the unpleasant odor that stuck in his nose throughout the office of the transportation service to the entire road leading to his apartment.

After feeling enough to soak, the man rinsed his body with clean water, then put on a kimono towel to cover his naked body.

Firdaus grabbed his phone that had been ringing incessantly interrupting his sense of hearing. The man frowned when he saw a foreign number enter his personal phone.

Curious about who was contacting him, Firdaus immediately shifted the green button and pressed the flat object into his ear.

“Halo.” said.

“Hai, how are you?” said a woman from across the call.

“Good, who is this?” ask Firdaus.

“You don't remember me?” said the woman again.

“No, if there is no other interest, then I will end this call,” Firdaus said.

“Wait, don't you want to meet me? Aren't you curious about me?” ask the woman again.

“No,” Firdaus said and disconnected his call unilaterally.

“Weird base,” muttered Firdaus and put the phone back on the table.

Elsewhere, Uli cheered happily as he had heard the voice of his five-million man.

“Ya canoe, her voice is heavy and sexy. It seems Milea is right, if she is more handsome than in the photo,” exclaimed Uli while cheering happily.

“Alright, tomorrow I will contact you again, Honey,” Uli said as he kissed the photo of the five-million man on his phone.

*

“Hmm, not expecting to sell numbers up to five million,” kekeh Milea while pushing her shopping cart.

Yes, the woman is currently shopping for her monthly needs at the supermarket. The money from selling mobile numbers makes him able to shop for food and new clothes, and pay off his remaining debts a little more.

“If all the numbers I sold could have made this much. Surely I get rich quickly,” kekeh Milea while choosing bottled drinks in the supermarket.

“Hopefully Uli managed to hook the cold man,” he said again without caring about the circumstances around who noticed he was talking to himself.

Back to Firdaus' apartment.

Firdaus had just finished wearing his clothes, the man was going to look for dinner to fill his belly tonight. However, his phone rang again, the man grabbed his phone and frowned when he saw an incoming call with an unfamiliar number.

“Halo,” Firdaus said when after the connection has been connected.

“Hai, let's meet,” said a woman from across the call.

“Meet? Who are you?” ask Firdaus.

“You may forget, but we've met before. Otherwise, how could I possibly know your number,” said the woman from across the call.

“Sorry, I don't know you,” Firdaus said.

“Alright, if you do not want to meet, then I will spread your photos to social media,”, said the woman.

“Photo?” ask Firdaus.

“Ya, more precisely the photo of the two of us,” said the woman again.

“Actually who are you?” firdaus asked furiously.

“If you want to know who I am, let's meet at restaurant xx, I wait for you there,” said the woman and decided on her call.

Firdaus stared at his phone that had returned to the main screen.

“Basic mad woman,” growled and set foot leaving her luxury apartment.