CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 10 = NINDYA HONEST RECOGNITION

After Mbok Darmih and Pak Pram gave oil and alcohol, Nindya gradually realized, then Mbok Darmih gave warm tea, saddam slowly woke Nindya and supported her with his arms and broad chest, keeping her seated while drinking warm tea.

"Drink slowly, I've called the doctor."

Saddam.

"I don't papa Saddam, I'm fine,0 why are you calling the doctor."

"You fainted."

"I'm just surprised or maybe tired, not so bad why call the doctor."

"You are with me, and now in my house, you are my responsibility,."

"What?"

Nindya said she did not believe Saddam's actions that alluded to the sentence of responsibility, lately Nindya too much to say "What" and "Why" when near Saddam.

The man seemed to membuayay life Nindya complicated and full of mystery, events that are unusual for him.

"You passed out while you were at my house, what if something happened to you, the police will come here to investigate me, and everything here."

"What's fainting at home people can be that hot."

Nindya said in her heart.

Before long Saddam's personal doctor had arrived, a slightly plump but friendly middle-aged man, the doctor began to examine Nindya and then Saddam asked impatiently.

"Is there a congenital disease Om, does it have to be surgery or should menginao in the hospital?"

Saddam was impatient.

"Nothing, just a sudden panic attack and maybe hungry, your girlfriend didn't you feed? "

The doctor smiled and tidied up his equipment stuffed into the bag and still smiled kindly.

"I'm Harris, Saddam's brother, Saddam's father's brother."

Harris introduced himself to Nindya.

"Thank you doctor, I'm Nindya."

"You're his girlfriend? Just this time Saddam was this close to a woman."

Ask Om Harris suddenly.

"Ehh.. Bukk-bukkaann.."

Nindya replied with a stutter and misbehavior, especially about the doctor's diagnosis that he was hungry.

"Om today there is no scheduled surgery, pity his patients on waiting."

Saddam said, giving the code.

"You play call now play throw out, yes have greetings to your father, just look at them."

"Hm."

Saddam answered briefly and lazily.

Before long Mbok Darmih served several dishes of food, fried chicken with vegetables and all kinds of food that Nindya might like, and sure enough now his eyes and nose and stomach could not lie.

"Come, let me help you to the dinner table."

Saddam said with a smile and looked at Nindya.

"If you're hungry, you'll just say why keep him, if you want me, I'll bring Kfc and all the restaurants here."

"Not that, I'm surprised you came to my house... Honestly me... Shame."

Nindya replied as she lowered her face and head, Saddam sitting nearby noticed the girl's behavior which she thought was adorable.

"Thy? Why?"

"I'm ashamed of you until I dare not lift my face."

"Well, eat first after that you have to give me an explanation of what the shame you just said."

Saddam gave the chicken and took some vegetables and then gave a container filled with water to wash Nindya's hands.

"Aren't you eating?"

"I rarely eat food like this, usually enough with fried rice the rest eat sandwiches and fruit."

Nindya Gerrutu.

"Hm?"

"Ah.. Nothing, it's delicious."

Said Nindya smiling and devouring the fried chicken.

Nindya devoured her food quickly, the girl really enjoyed the dishes that Mbok Darmih cooked. Mbok Darmih is actually a servant who has worked for more than 30 years and is very understanding of the habits of his employer, especially Saddam.

But now Saddam assigns Mbok Darmih to work at his house on a daily basis only because of his aging body, although there were other servants, Saddam still loved Mbok Darmih as a family and so that Mbok Darmih had more time with his grandchildren and children at home.

"So the meal is over and you must be stronger to give an explanation of what you mean by shame."

Saddam.

Currently Nindya is sitting opposite Saddam in the back garden, a round table covered in expensive marble glass as a barrier between them. The cool atmosphere and breezy wind made Nindya comfortable, reminding her of the atmosphere in her village.

Saddam's house was made to resemble a rural atmosphere.

"I was embarrassed from the beginning, because I came from a poor family and you have everything, I always felt uneasy and unsettled when I was around you."

Nindya sighed and thought about her sentence as honestly as possible so that her feelings did not get stuck and was overwhelmed by anxiety again.

"Otherwise when you go to my house, my mind is really restless and very shy, my parents are also shabby, my house is not like an unkempt hut, even though I always clean it still like a haunted house whose tiles are always dusty, no matter how hard I mop it still feels dirty on the feet."

"The thing that makes me most not calm is when you come home and if suddenly it rains you will not be comfortable because the house must have leaked a lot, then your bike will rain because my house doesn't have a good terrace."

Now all that was in her mind and heart, the unpleasant feelings or misgivings that always plagued her, and for all that always frightened her, the girl had expressed them, now he resigned whatever attitude Saddam would take on him.

Saddam leaned back, shook his hands, and stared intently at Nindya, as if the man wanted to prey on her alive.

A look that scared Nindya and lowered her head.

Then the man took a deep breath. While Nindya was still in the same position without moving in the slightest, as if she did not want to be caught by a lion who was holding a tantrum.

Saddam's tall body made a table that from earlier gave them a meaningless distance, Nindya felt they were so close and she very clearly heard Saddam's heavy breathing.

Saddam's long legs touched Nindya's chair.

The man pushed Nindya's chair a little with his strong long legs, making Nindya surprised and reflexively look at Saddam.

"So, because this is also your reason when you don't want me to take you home during our first meeting."

Nindya just nodded slowly, and fell back down, squeezing both her hands.

"Is that how you've been thinking about me all this time? it's worth it that you're always avoiding, it seems like your IQ is indeed below average."

Nindya finally lifted her face, then looked at Saddam now she really did not understand the attitude of the man in front of her. Whether Saddam was angry because Nindya thought that way or if Saddam was angry because of his honesty, or because of his poverty.

"Don't cover up the facts, no, it's actually like that. People will surely laugh at me, and they will also gossip about you, I'm just a poor country girl who won't fit in with you."

"Are we going to be together? you want to be with me"

Saddam asked, raising his eyebrows and waiting for the answer of the girl sitting in front of him and now he felt awkward.

As if shot in the chest, Nindya felt shaken by the celebration or statement of Saddam, and she felt increasingly inferior or even as if she looked naive, and now Nindya felt sorry why she had to explain all this, now her shame exceeded that of this morning.

"I... Didn't mean to say that we'd be together as girlfriends, but the point of my words is to be friends."

"Who would want to be friends with you?"

Saddam answered quickly.

"What?"

Nindya's heart was getting shaken.

"It's done making it up, now come with me, as a punishment for you passing out and wasting your time with such an impressive explanation."

Saddam Sindir.

Quickly the man pulled Nindya by the hand, the girl was shocked and she quickly had to align and compensate for Saddam's wide footsteps, because the man was really long-legged.

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