CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 11 = NINDYA'S REGRETS

After Nindya got into the car, Saddam drove his car out of the garage,0 and Pak Pram quickly pushed the automatic button to open the gate of the house, the middle-aged man then bent his back slightly, a sign that he saluted and respected.

Saddam was driving at a normal speed, splitting the road, the man looked very handsome, with an expensive watch plastered as he drove.

Nindya stole a vision, while Saddam was completely silent not to say a word, the girl was confused to read Saddam's character, whether Saddam was angry at him for thinking so easily, or angry because of his honesty, he said, or angry at knowing the truth and feeling disappointed.

After a few hours of travel they had arrived and Saddam woke up Nindya who was not aware of sleeping soundly during the trip.

"Get up, we've arrived."

Said Saddam slowly waking Nindya up so that the girl was not surprised.

Little by little Nindya opened her eyes, looking Saddam's handsome face very close to her face.

"Angel."

Nindya murmured softly and of course Saddam did not hear it because when Nindya opened his eyes Saddam was already out taking and taking things out of the trunk.

Then Nindya went down and followed Saddam.

"What is this place.?"

"Villa personally, later you'll know what we're here for."

Before long some servants came to help carry Saddam's belongings. While Saddam suddenly took Nindya's hand to show the view from the top of his Villa.

All the hills were clearly visible, even the view of the south coast was visible from the top of the Villa.

"It's amazing, it's beautiful, many houses look small, and can see the hills. Are we on the highest plateau?"

Nindya.

Saddam answered with a nod.

"We're gonna stay here, bake some meat and have a little party, it's just the two of us."

"What!!!"

Nindya turned to look at Saddam who was not far behind her.

"Don't worry about your parents letting them, I asked them early in the morning, I helped them print bricks, and helped hoe, when I told them everything at home."

Saddam said like an innocent man.

"It doesn't make any sense, why should I, and why are you doing this to me."

"Only last night, just for today, accompany me through the night one more time. Tomorrow is my birthday."

"What would a villager say if they knew I was staying 3 nights with a man."

"I will clothe the mouths of those who dare insult you."

"Why should I, you rich people must have a lot of friends and they also definitely want to celebrate your birthday together, ah there's more, surely your parents also expect the same thing."

Nindya covered her face with both palms and crouched down.

"Or your employees in the office, you're rich, there's a lot of people who want to celebrate your birthday."

Nindya continued as she looked up at Saddam.

"Just because of that, I'm lazy, going to be too crowded and too many boring and time-wasting events."

"So you mean, you want to scan them?"

"I'm rather lazy to meet complicated people."

"*The rich freak, why I had to meet this strange man, I was really sorry and made the wrong decision when I said I wanted to meet. I really-be*nar made the wrong decision, I'm sorry, really sorry, he's so troublesome."

Nindya said in her heart, as her teeth twitched.

The summit area is so cold, the day is getting late, the thick fog is getting shrouded in the area, Saddam who has a private villa had planned it when he met Nindya for the first time, and before they got to that place Saddam had everything ready, bringing some of his personal servants.

"Would you like to take a walk to some tea gardens?"

Saddam asked when he saw Nindya getting bored.

"Tea garden? is there a tea garden here? yours?"

"The land belongs to my company, but the land is leased for tea plantations."

"Not really."

"But..."

"Just relax, I'm not gonna eat you, anyways you're skinny, you're not got any meat, you're gonna be hard."

Saddam laughed leaving Nindya, getting into the elevator.

"I'm skinny? my body was ideal, not thin, everyone praised my body. Fuck up!"

Gerutu Nindya, while following Saddam who was already in the elevator to return to the bottom.

Nindya was now standing and looking at the tamab that was behind the villa, a garden full of flowers and neatly arranged grass. Even for a moment Nindya wanted to roll her body on the thick and clean grass.

Suddenly an open jeep with only two stands out from its enclosure, a luxurious classic model Jeep car approaches Nindya. The girl only gawked in disbelief at what she saw.

"Did he have magic, why always come up with a cool look, did he want to show off."

Nindya said in her heart, the girl held onto her chest as it rippled and was very hot.

"But his nature is always dominating, lest he's a psychopath, I really don't like him."

Saddam got down and then gently pushed Nindya's body to board the jeep, then the man returned to his seat and drove it slowly so that Nindya could enjoy every inch of the scenery presented above the peak.

The journey did not take long, they finally arrived at their destination. A house that could be said to be a pretty luxurious little cottage stood gallantly among the tall tea gardens. The cottage house was in the middle of a tea garden.

A middle-aged man came out of the cottage after his wife, welcoming her warmly. Nindya greeted them.

"How are you guys."

Saddam.

"Welcome sir, it's been a long time since we've been here, and we're all here in good health, thank you sir."

"I invite someone to take a look, is there a harvest at this hour?"

"It's been a long time since this tea garden, only we harvest it ourselves, our children help, but there are also those who offer to work at an hourly wage."

"Is there a problem?"

Ask Saddam.

"Lately many tea workers who prefer to work in a new factory, he said there is a weaving factory opening a massive job vacancy, they built the factory on land owned by Sasongko company, he said, and it turns out that the land has been sold to a foreign party who is none other than the owner of the weaving factory."

"Is Lo kheng Chun Weaving Factory."

Tanya Nindya was curious.

"Excuse me, right."

Answer Mrs Badriah .

Saddam looked towards Nindya.

"To my knowledge the factory was only for the warehouse of raw materials and their processing, while the finishing work was where I work today, a few months ago the factory was briefly demoed by residents who complained because the waste was thrown away in river waters, even though the river was for irrigation of rice fields owned by the residents."

"Yes, yesterday when I went to the river to bathe the cow, I also felt something strange about the river, but the people around the factory just kept quiet and pretended not to scream,don't know what they're giving them so they choose to shut up."

Mr. Burhan said chiming in on Nindya's sentence.

"I'll investigate this."

"But Saddam, the owner of the loom had special protection from officials as far as I could."

"Calm down, don't worry."

Saddam said as he stroked Nindya's keoala.

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~connect~