CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 6 = FORCED PICKUP

HARTONO WIJAYA is the largest parent company in Asia and ranked 5th worldwide.

This afternoon they discussed will build at least 10 malls spread throughout Indonesia.

Who does not know Ahmad Hartono Wijaya, he is the richest man in Asean, and the 7th richest in the world. The middle-aged man was included in the list of 5 influential people in the world.

There are at least more than 10 large parent companies spread all over the world, in the field of construction, shopping centers and many other products.

While the subsidiaries under the Parent of the company are no longer unstoppable.

After such a long meeting it was finally over as well, and the boy's father headed for another room to chat.

"The company of chess playing."

"I actually have a show."

Saddam.

"You don't want to talk to me for a minute or have lunch with me?"

"Maybe next time reward."

"Alright, then take the time to go home, your mother cooks tonight."

Ahmad Hartono.

"I didn't promise because I had to take care of something."

Answer Saddam.

"Well, I'm home, have fun.

Ahmad Hartono said with a smile patting his son on the shoulder.

Saddam just kept quiet and let his father go, then the man rushed to pick up a suit and ran towards a special elevator to get down to the special parking lot and then drove his luxury car.

Saddam was still thinking about why Nindya had turned cold, did not reply to her message and closed her phone quickly.

"Could she have a boyfriend?"

Saddam said he was furious and gripped the steering wheel and then pressed the gas deeper to accelerate his car on the highway to get to the factory where Nindya worked.

Once in front of the factory where Nindya works, most of the factory has female employees of all ages.

The clock has shown at 4pm, and that is the time when the employees finish work and go home.

Saddam became the center of attention, his appearance and his striking vehicle made all women amazed and many of them were spread charm and seek attention.

Some are hysterical because of the good looks and because of the luxury sports cars that Saddam uses, there are also expensive selling points, pretending not to be interested in lyrics by Saddam.

But Saddam's mind and Saddam's eyes were only on Nindya, his eyes sweeping across the crowd of creatures named women, but did not find her.

Then Saddam pulled out his Iphone 12 phone and contacted Nindya but there was no answer.

Eventually Saddam chose to wait for Nindya until she came home, perhaps the girl followed overtime.

Saddam waited in his car until 11 p.m., not much and not a few also followed the overtime until night.

Saddam had no trouble seeing one by one the employees coming out through the big gate.

Not long before Nindya was seen leading her motorcycle out of the factory and at that time Saddam quickly out of his car came to Nindya.

"Nindy."

Saddam said and restrained Nindya's arm.

"You? Why is it here."

Nindya said in surprise, and then saw a luxurious sports car in metallic blue.

Nindya quickly standardized her bike and let go of Saddam's hand.

"Don't tell me it's your car."

Nindya asked, her eyes did not shift one bit from the luxury car.

"In my car."

Saddam said the man did not understand after a long time he waited, without eating and only drinking mineral water in his car, but Nindya was interested in his luxury car.

Now the man realized that maybe Nindya was like any other woman who looked at him for treasure.

"Other times get used to you not being too flashy? Can't you appreciate the people here who worked until midnight and now you're here in a luxury car equivalent to the price of a luxury home in the city."

"You want to show off?"

Nindya looked at Saddam with a slicing look.

"I hate arrogant men, you probably bought me a phone yesterday because you wanted to show off. Relax, in the future I'll try harder to get your money back."

Then Nindya got on her bike and left Saddam. While the man was still stunned in disbelief at hearing Nindya's sentence. Either the man wanted to laugh happily because Nindya was not interested in his car or was angry at having been insulted in front of so many people.

The girl stared at Saddam, with emotion.

"Out now!!!"

Nindya makes a loud noise. The girl had a difficult day and her emotions were very unstable.

"Follow with me for a minute."

Saddam said as he got out of his car.

"I'm tired, and it's past 11pm, I have to go home."

Nindya turned on her motorbike but with a very fast movement Saddam's hand took the key to Nindya's motorbike, making the motor die immediately, then the man contacted someone to tell him to come to the location.

"Are you the dictatorial type of man."

Nindya squinted her eyes, Saddam just silently did not answer.

After a while there was a pretty handsome man with his friend mamakai motor, and who Nindya knew he was the owner of a large workshop located near his factory.

"Tomple service everything."

Saddam said he gave the order.

"Okay boss."

Answer the man.

Saddam then pulled Nindya's hand to get into the car. The girl simply said she could do nothing because she did not want to make Saddam ashamed especially in front of people Saddam knew.

"Tell your parents today you can't go home and tell them you're staying at your friend's house."

Saddam's orders again.

"What?!"

Nindya did not believe her hearing.

"Where's your phone, do I need a phone."

Saddam used one hand to occasionally look at Nindya's bag while the other hand was still driving.

Nindya was at a loss for words, for some reason she was unable to express what was becoming confusion within her.

Finally Nindya called her what she was, telling her that she would stay at her coworker's boarding house because overtime would be until morning, now she could use a cell phone, and it was Nindya's polyponic cell phone that she didn't use.

Nindya turned off her phone rudely and upset.

"Happy?!!!"

Nindya Gurmets.

Saddam only slightly smiled clichely at the corner of his lips, his gaze continued straight ahead, as if he was focusing on driving.

The car continues to go up to the summit area, the time is almost midnight is not quiet but at the top it is getting crowded, the road rises more crowded and slightly jammed.

Nindya glanced at Saddam who looked more and more blinding to her eyes, how good looking he was like a prince, and the man drove his own luxury sports car, with his hands and arms slightly showing his muscular bulges.

Nindya noticed the movement of Saddam's hand, which was occasionally seen clutching the steering wheel, his right hand wearing an expensive watch and his left hand holding the gears of the car.

Nindya let out her breath, she shook off the foolish thoughts that were covering her head. Given how Saddam always dominated the situation and did not give him the slightest chance to choose what he wanted.

"I don't like it anymore."

Nindya lirih.

"Hm?"

Saddam said as if to confirm something.

"Where are you taking me."

Nindya said she was impatient.

"Don't fuck around or I'll call the cops."

"After you can call the police."

Saddam smiled.

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~connect~