CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 7 = NINDYA FAINTED

Nindya was surprised every minute with the behavior of Saddam who always dominated the situation.

The girl could not understand why the man she initially knew so well was now a troublesome man for her daily life.

"I don't like it anymore."

Nindya lirih.

"Hm?"

Saddam said as if to confirm something.

"Where are we going."

Nindya was impatient.

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

"After you can call the police."

Saddam smiled.

"What?!"

Nindya did not believe it, but had not had time to express her anger Saddam began to park his car and look very beautiful scenery with a luxury restaurant on top of the peak.

"I've never seen such a beautiful sight."

Nindya said as she got out of the car, when Saddam had opened the car door from outside for Nindya.

The night was getting late and the stars scattered over the sky were clearly visible, while the scenery under their footrest was no less beautiful, too, it was as if all this was a cure for Nindya's feelings and thoughts which after a day or rather a few days Nindya's life felt heavy and chaotic.

The cold wind caressed Nindya's hair and face. That night Saddam invited Nindya to see the night view at the top. Luxury famous restaurants make Nindya shiver, they are on the balcony and overlooking the night view.

Balconies made entirely of glass to beautiful scenery full of lights and skyscrapers right under their feet.

Luxury seafood dishes have been served on their tables, with Saddam's coffelatte hot drink and Nindya prefer to drink warm milk.

"How long have you been working in a weaving factory."

Saddam asked while doing his food, the man was starving because almost a full day did not eat waiting for Nindya to come home, he did not move in the slightest.

"Almost 2 years."

Nindya answered briefly.

"I... I don't know how to thank you for the hape, and now you're bringing me here, with a lot of expensive food and this view."

Nindya looked sorry.

"Even so, I also do not expect you to say thank you or other trite bases, you are strange today still use hape like that."

"Honestly I also want to buy a new phone but I can't, because every paycheck I receive is always given to both my parents and I have to have emergency savings if at any time they need it."

Nindya said flat while drinking her warm milk.

"Your salary is for your parents?"

Ask Saddam.

"Yes, why is it, what's weird?"

"There are still people like you?"

"I don't know what time it is, but when I was in school I always wanted to work quickly so I could help my parents."

Nindya answered while shrugging her shoulders.

"Then you yourself work where, you never tell."

Ask Nindya later.

"You never asked."

Answer Saddam.

"I just don't feel good, not everyone likes to be asked."

Nindya.

"Are you also one of those people who don't like to be asked?"

Saddam's Sahut.

"The answer was my question, where do you work."

Nindya asked a little annoyed.

Saddam answered, leaning his back on the chair and holding his hand.

"The ceo? Ahmad Hartono?"

Nindya repeated Saddam's words.

"Hm."

Saddam replied, still in the same position.

The girl was stunned, Saddam who saw Nindya's expression made her bet that the girl would definitely be stunned and amazed. In a matter of seconds he would stick to her like any other woman.

"What company is that?"

Tanya Nindya flat.

Hearing Nindya's question immediately made Saddam who had a cold nature was suddenly laughing, even the man's laughter surprised Nindya.

"You really don't know? Or pretend to be plain."

Answer Saddam.

"Give up, I don't have a taste for looking at your life either."

Nindya replied while drinking her warm milk again.

"You know Plaza Hartono Wijaya Mall and Plaza Hartono Wijaya Mall hotel, it's mine, this restaurant is mine too."

Saddam said casually.

"Uhuk!!!"

Nindya choked while drinking her warm milk, and looked at Saddam distrustful of his hearing.

"And there are still many malls and hotels, apartments and land, food companies, there are more..."

Saddam could not continue his sentence, Nindya raised her hand, hinting Saddam to stop talking.

The girl held her head because she suddenly felt dizzy.

"I want to go home."

Nindya said that she then stood up but her legs and body suddenly felt stiff from the cold, Nindya really felt that there was a lost prince or maybe a crazy prince or whatever he called it.

He will be charged with false charges, because he is currently with a prince in the middle of the night, maybe later he will be charged for kidnapping Saddam who is a prince or so, why is this prince not friends with socialite girls.

Nindya was confused, and the girl suddenly fainted, Saddam quickly stood up, grabbed the tiny body and then embraced it, the man panicked immediately banging and carrying Nindya.

Saddam then laid her down in the car, patted her on the cheek and applied oil that was helped by the employees.

A few minutes later Nindya finally realized. Saddam immediately hugged the girl and gave the blankets in the employees' rooms.

"Thank God, what you're feeling, why don't you tell me if it's cold, we have to go to the hospital, you have to get checked out."

"Don't, don't have to. I just need a break, please I'm just tired."

Nindya told Saddam she did not want to go to the hospital.

"All right, we're back home."

Saddam said then stood shut the car door and rushed into the car driving a little faster.

"Why the direction is different, instead of you just saying you want to take me home."

Tanya Nindya was weak.

"Went in your village until 9pm, I told you to call your father, and it was 11pm, what kind of workplace to make its employees late at night."

Saddam was upset and grabbed his wheel.

Nindya just kept quiet, leaning her body and head on her seat, she was tired and still in disbelief, it turned out that the man who was now driving, or the man who bought her a mobile phone, was a wealthy prince.

Nindya recalled verse by verse the memories of their time together, when Nindya was riding a sport bike and she did not know she put her hand slightly hugging the man's waist, and moreover Nindya had just been in his arms.

How can he also be carried by Saddam who is none other than a rich man or even a sultan or prince.

The journey took approximately 50 minutes, and they finally arrived in front of a large gate with shiny wood, the gate was open, the security guard ran to welcome Saddam who entered the garage.

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~connect~