CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 4 = SMS MESSAGE

Nindya who finally decided to forget Saddam and no longer want to remember him, now the girl just hopes her life back to normal as before especially for her heart and mind.

It did not take long Nindya had finished her lunch and then the girl continued with the dzhuhur prayer, after the prayer the employees will usually chat but not for Nindya he prefers to lie on the floor under the desk where his work, to release stretching his back muscles that feel sore.

Suddenly his phone shook making Nindya who was closing her eyes surprised. When his hand was about to open the message, suddenly his supervisor called and sent Nindya to the meeting room.

Seen Mr. Hong sat down at the table, holding letters in his hand and wearing glasses.

With fluent Indonesian sentences even though the tongue is still a little messy but the sentences are still very understandable.

Mr. Hong said that Nindya would be transferred to other parts of the division that were in short supply. Hearing the statement instantly made the girl agitated and scared.

Nindya already feel happy and comfortable in the packing division why now she has to be moved. The girl felt her life path was getting more difficult, she just resigned and followed what was assigned by her superiors.

When Nindya returned to the packing division, and then she sat in her work chair lazily the girl took her phone out of her pocket and saw a message she had not had time to read, he guessed the message must be from his card service again.

Suddenly Nindya's heart and heart seemed to want to jump out of place, repeatedly the girl blinked her eyes, feeling disbelief. The text message said Saddam wanted to meet after work.

"Siang Nindya, sorry I didn't tell you, because it's a little busy, how about after you work we meet."

Nindya immediately replied to the message with enthusiasm, for a moment she forgot what she had just experienced about the transfer.

Reply to the message that Nindya sent said that she agreed, before long the message back in said that Saddam would come to her house and pick her up.

Nindya immediately remembered her home. The girl began to fidget, and felt a great shame, if Saddam had to pick her up, because her house was so dirty and ugly, he was afraid that Saddam would be uncomfortable.

With many reasons Nindya wanted to meet outside and ride each other's bikes but Saddam still did not want to.

Finally at half-hour 4pm, the hour Nindya had been waiting for, the girl cleared her desk with uneasiness as to whether Saddam would accept her impoverished state.

Nindya continued to daydream until the working hours were completely over and it happened that Nindya had no overtime schedule, because they had just finished the goods to be exported.

Had been waiting for Nindya outside the factory to pick him up using a butut motorbike in the 90s, and bring some handyman tools.

Arriving at the girl's house quickly prepared, he did not want to make Saddam wait in his house that was a lot of dust and dirty floors, as often as Nindya cleaned it but the house still felt dirty, dirty, maybe because the house was an old building and never renovated, especially he was afraid that if it rains today Saddam will know that his house is leaking, a lot of leaks, and the severity of Nindya will certainly be confused how to treat Saddam, then the expensive motorbike will be rained and Saddam also can not sit comfortably because many roofs are leaking.

Those thoughts were very disturbing to Nindya, she did not want to be embarrassed and felt bad and did not want Saddam disappointed.

The sound of Saddam's CBR 150R stopped in front of Nindya's house, the girl was smiling with joy at seeing him from behind her bedroom window, and she was amazed at how handsome Saddam was.

But the girl then regained consciousness and saw herself, her condition and everything that was inherent in her, she did not deserve to walk beside Saddam.

Nindya came out of her room and opened the door, there were many mothers who looked at her neighbors with a peeking gaze and then whispered whether they were whispering about what but it did not make Nindya surprised because that was how the neighbors.

"Assalamualaikum."

Saddam said salute.

"Getishalight."

Answer Nindya.

"We're going straight away."

Take Nindya.

"You didn't tell me to come in first, I want your parents' permission first if I want to take you out."

Answer Saddam.

"Hmmm... Yehudah you sit down first, I call musty."

Then Nindya called to her who was behind feeding the goats, before long she came with Nindya.

"Assalamualaikum sir, I'm Saddam Nindya's friend."

Saddam answered introducing himself as he extended his hands together.

Nindya's father then welcomed Saddam's hand.

"Ohh Nggih Mas."

"I let Nindya play out for a while sir not long."

"Oh nggih ngihh mas."

In Nindya's heart ngedumel, you permission or not permission also seems to be a problem for my parents.

Although Nindya's parents, always provide care about manners and decency but since Nindya grew up her parents were not as conservative when Nindya was a child, maybe because now Nindya is also the backbone of the family so that his parents give a little freedom.

They are very democracies as long as Nindya does not do things that are out of bounds or things that are unnatural, after all Nindya has grown up she knows what is right and wrong, and also what is wrong, he knows how to take care of himself.

Not to forget, of course, many pairs of eyes from Nindya's neighbors who look at what's more than those who have daughters must immediately have feelings of envy, sneering, and hating Nindya, who has a daughter, why Nindya who is a poor child especially her parents never attended school Nindya can have a friend or boyfriend a handsome man even look rich.

In the village when women are picked up or attended by men the mothers must immediately mention that it is his girlfriend even though they are not necessarily dating.

"Where are we going."

Tanya Nindya behind the back of Saddam, who was wearing a helmet.

"Later you'll know."

Saddam answered briefly behind his fullface helmet.

Saddam rode his motorcycle at a moderate pace, occasionally the man straightened his back and slightly tilted his head to talk to Nindya making the girl feel something that further amazed Saddam. Moreover, the fragrance of Saddam's perfume is fragrant and soft.

Apparently Saddam brought Nindya a mall in the city area, Saddam parked his bike in bassemant, then they walked in tandem. It was then that Saddam suddenly took Nindya's tiny hand, Saddam's big enough hand firmly grasping Nindya's tiny hand made the girl startle and glance at Saddam, Saddam, but in his mind he regained consciousness.

"She was just afraid that I would be lost/lost, so she took my hand."

After walking a long way and riding the elevator, they arrived on the 3rd floor. Floors filled with cell phone sellers. Once again Nindya was made to wonder, why Saddam brought her here.

"Hey boss... Who is it."

Said a man one of the mobile phone shop owners while shaking hands ala sohib between men and glanced at Nindya.

"Finished."

Saddam answered briefly.

Hearing Saddam answer that Nindya is a friend makes the girl a little moody, but Nindya must always be self-conscious.

"We're just friends, I'm expecting what, realize don't be naive!"

Saddam took a seat for Nindya and hinted the girl to sit down.

"How long haven't you been here, boss."

Said the man again.

"I'm busy. Download Iphone 6 s+ Rose Gold color."

Saddam's orders.

Shortly thereafter, the store owner brought the 6S+ iPhone in his hands. It is new and not open at all.

"How do you think."

Said Saddam who was still standing beside Nindya.

"Good."

"Take that grey color."

Saddam said again.

Quickly and quickly the man took it.

"Well, which do you think."

Ask Saddam to Nindya.

"Thank you, 'cause I'm a girl, I think it's better the first one was pink."

Nindya.

"Open this one."

Saddam's orders returned and pointed to the Rose Gold-colored iPhone.

The store owner called his employee and told him to carefully open the 6s+ iPhone and then give it to Saddam for a check.

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~connect~