CRAZY BILLIONAIRE MAN LOVE

EPISODE 8 = SLEEP AT SADDAM'S HOUSE

The journey took approximately 40 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.

Nindya who fell asleep felt the car had stopped she then woke up and opened her eyes, seeing several luxury cars lined up and a sports motorbike she knew parked right in front of her.

Saddam opened the car door and invited Nindya to come in.

"It's not polite that I'm visiting, it's almost morning, your father and mother must think I'm uncivilized."

Nindya still refused to come down.

"This is my house, now there's only security guards, and the maids come tomorrow morning, they don't stay the night."

Saddam smiled and extended his hand.

"But..."

Nindya was still hesitant and afraid, whether Saddam was a good man or had other intentions.

"I'm not going to repeat my words Nindya, I'm waiting for you all day long, haven't had a shower yet."

"Who told you to wait for me?"

Nindya protested.

But in the end Nindya could not resist, with heavy and no other choice because she also felt tired of the girl decided to get out of the car and follow Saddam to get into the house.

Enraptured by the large luxurious doors, Saddam's house has a modern style, but only gray and white dominate his house, clean, neat, and not too much knick knickknacks.

Nindya was still trailing behind Saddam, going upstairs and heading for the room.

"Why go to the room?"

Ask Nindya.

"Aren't you taking a shower? Your body stinks."

Saddam said as he entered the bathroom turning on the faucet and filling the bath with warm water.

"I was holding you, remember?"

Take Saddam again.

"I'm going to go to my own room to take a shower, you can sleep here, and there's a change of clothes in the closet."

Saddam's words immediately made Nindya like a big stone in her head, and the girl just silently watched Saddam leave her.

Nindya then closed the door of her room, and headed to the bathroom to wash her tired body, it did not take long for her to take a shower, because the clock had shown at 3 am.

Nindya then put on pajamas in the closet as Saddam said earlier, the girl was just a little thinking whether saddam has a sister why there are many women's clothes in the room he occupied, or maybe this is his sister's room.

"What would it be like in soap operas, suddenly his sister came and went into the room and got angry because her room was used by a poor girl like me, then she grabbed me and threw me out? God just imagined I was scared."

Nindya hugged her own arm and then climbed onto the bed enveloping her body, without a long time the girl was sleeping soundly, that's when Saddam went into Nindya's room, seeing that the girl had already slept the man returned to his room.

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"Eh who are you sleeping in my room!!!"

Shouted a deafening woman to make Nindya shocked, but the girl had not yet woke up from her sleep, she felt she was dreaming.

"Wake up!!! Get out of my room!!!"

The woman snapped again then grabbed Nindya's hand violently and dragged her up.

Suddenly Nindya was surprised and immediately widened her eyes, because the woman threw him on the floor violently while cursing Nindya with a rude and increasingly unclear name.

"How dare your filthy body sleep in my room, who are you!!!"

The girl's eyes were glaring and seemed to want to come out.

"I-i.... I'm..."

"The stutterer doesn't know himself!!!"

The woman quickly and violently slapped Nindya until the girl toppled over.

"No!!!"

Nindya screamed and then she woke up from her nightmare.

"... Good dream."

Nindya said patting her chest, her breath clashing at speed with the ticking of the alarm clock that was beside her bed.

"You're having nightmares?"

Asked a man who Nindya had already memorized his voice.

"Since when are you here."

Nindya said in surprise and then pulled the blanket over her body, the girl was still sitting on the bed.

"Just now, I brought you breakfast."

Sadam carries a shiny brown tray with bread and fruit and milk.

"Eat."

"Eh... Anu's.. Is the rich man's breakfast always like this?"

Nindya glanced down, the tray on her lap was filled with toast with jam, slices of some fruit and warm white milk.

"Ehmm and I haven't brushed my teeth, washed my face or bathed."

Imbuh Nindya while closing his mouth tightly and smiling.

"I don't know what your favorite is, so I just prepared it."

Saddam.

"I'll eat fast, now it's 6 in the morning I have to work."

Nindya said while eating her breakfast.

"It's a red date, right?"

Saddam asked and his brows furrowed.

"Huh?"

Nindya stopped chewing and then she thought, picked up her phone and looked at the calendar, then looked at the Whatsup group.

"Ahh right, now off work, I forgot."

"You work too hard, until you forget the day and the date."

Saddam held out his hand.

"Do you like money so much, compared to your health it seems you really don't care. Overtime until midnight it violates the human rights of employees even if you get paid."

Saddam said with a serious look.

"You're not poor how you know how we feel."

Nindya said she still ate her food without seeing Saddam.

"Managers in my company always apply for extra hours of work or overtime, but I rarely give them permission, he said, therefore, every time they submit an overtime form must be accompanied by valid data and the right reason."

"That's your company, the factory in which I work the owner is a foreigner."

"It is precisely foreign people usually things like this should not happen, or maybe they escape from the labor inspection of the local government."

"Either, as we know it, the most important thing is that we get a job and get a salary to meet the needs of our lives."

"But, lately my work has been very chaotic, suddenly I was thrown out and thrown in another division, I have to learn again and pursue the target, he said, until my break I also use work."

"Is that why you rarely reply to my messages? That busy?"

Saddam asked as he lowered his head trying to see the look on Nindya's bowed face.

"Eum..."

Nindya said while nodding her head, she felt embarrassed because she now felt like a fragile herder.

"You want to work at my place?"

Ask Saddam.

"No Saddam, I'm not just going to give up, I'm sure I can get through it, even though it's hard, it just takes time and effort."

Nindya said steadily, but she herself felt doubtful. After all, he did not want to work in Saddam's company, with the man giving him a cell phone and seeing his condition as a poor boy had made him very embarrassed.

"I'm done, I have to go home."

Nindya.

"Hand first, after that I take you home, change your clothes with a clean one, in the closet there are clothes for you but by the way you had a dream?"

"Oh, that was..."

Nindya smiled shyly.

"Is this room your sister's? I dreamt your sister was mad and dragged me and slapped me."

Nindya said with a serious expression.

"This room belongs to my wife."

Saddam.

"What!!!"

Nindya was shocked to want to faint.

"I have to go right now, this is going to be a lot more serious than what was in my dream last night."

Nindya rushed down to the floor and gave the tray to Saddam, the man looked confused at Nindya's panicked behavior.

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~connect~