Destiny Love Nirmala

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"Congratulations.tomorrow you can work at our place." Arum reached out, Nirmala and Lia replied. "Jobdesk both of you I have entrusted to mbak Ririn. So, if anyone wants to ask, just call him."

"Good, Mom. Thank you very much." replied Nirmala and Lia simultaneously.

"Sama-sama..may you guys feel at home working here yes.." Arum hoped to his new employees.

Nirmala and Lia came out of Arum's room. From a distance of several meters there was someone who noticed the two. "Nirmala... Is he here? At aunt Arum's shop?"

Someone hastily entered Arum's room because of the curiosity in the heart. The woman who became his mother was astonished. For the first time the child continued to set foot in his place of business.

"Mara?" pekik Arum girang's. "It's really a surprise for Mama you're here, son." said Arum as if in a dream. He moved and spread his arms, wanting to hold Bara like a mother to her son.

"Auntie shouldn't think too far. I just came here to make sure, if the condition of Aunt is good," ketus Bara walked one step back.

Arum smiled wryly. "Ah. yea. I'm sorry, son. Mama's just too excited."

Bara nodded, he was eager to ask about Nirmala. However, his shyness made him hesitate. Arum could smell something stuck in Bara's mind.

"What's up, kid? Is there something you're thinking?" search Arum. "Tell me, there's no need to be ashamed of Mama" he said, rubbing Bara's arm for a moment.

I exhaled a long breath. "I was just curious about the veiled girl who came out of the Auntie's room. What's her name Nirmala?"

Arum tilted his head staring inside the child. "Yes, the boy's name is Nirmala. You know him?"

Bara smiled happily. "Yes, I know Nirmala very well. He's my junior at college ... But what's he doing at Aunt's store?"

Arum pulled his leg and sat back behind his desk. "He's out of interviews."

Bara was so enthusiastic. He landed his body on a chair because of his curiosity about the girl. "the intterview? She's not welcome, Tan?"

Arum nodded while carving a sweet smile. "Yes, of course Mama nerima she works here. Besides he's good ... Mama also owes the girl a favor."

"Understood?" resetting Bara.

"Yes the debt of gratitude" said Arum. "She once helped Mama when she was hooked on the market. His son was a martial arts master as it turned out," explained Arum recalling the incident at that time.

"Thank you Tan, Nirmala has already done work here," Bara said gladly because she could more freely approach the lover of the heart.

"No need to say thank you, the boy deserves it" Arum said. "Try Mama guess .. You have the same heart as Nirmala, right? Because Mama can feel it." said Arum hoped the child of the first wife Sakti, could be more open to him.

The face of Sumringah Bara instantly disappeared replaced by anger. The ego within, begins to take control of his mind again. "Auntie don't want me to accept Auntie. So, don't cross the line 'cause Auntie's not my mama."

"Tante doesn't mean begi—"

"No need to share my personal affairs, I don't like it!" cut Bara pissed.

"When can you forgive and accept Mama as your mama, son? How much do you love Mama?" lamented Arum because of a false sense of happiness.

Bara stood up and turned his back on his mother. "Until Aunt wants to leave papa and divorce him. I'll forgive Auntie!"

Arum's heart was stunned, so deep was Bara's hatred for him. He wanted to scream, that here too he was a victim. Victims of selfishness and greed Sakti. But self-defense when all wrongdoing is committed to him. It will only sound like a gust of wind, useless.

...***...

"Of... Nala asks for money dong Om." Without any shame, the black-spirited girl thrust her palm towards Sakti. "Papa did not give Nala the snack money because, bete!" rajuk Nala pursed her thick lips.

Sakti chuckled and then took out a solid brown object from inside her pants pocket. "How much money do you need?"

Pupil eyes immediately widened because he saw a red sheet of money lined up neatly in the man's wallet next to him. "Once to tell him how much. Nala, thank you." anyway."

Nala took a sip of saliva and reached out her hand to pluck the money held by Sakti. The old man kept the object away, with his lips drawn thin. "Eits.nothing is free. You want this money? Have a drink later tonight. And...."

"And what, Om?"

"You're wearing your twin rich headgear. Om really like to see Nirmala," pinta Sakti that sounds strange in Nala's ear.

"Request Om there-there's aja nih," said Nala pinching spoiled waist Sakti.

"Where, what?" tanya Sakti.

Nala nodded her sign head she agreed to Sakti's wish. "Think of it, okay is also the idea of a litter of dirt! I have nothing to fear, if one day caught up again together with Om Sakti! People will think I'm Nirmala."

"Yes, Om. If so ... Nala wants to go home first. Want to get ready to pinjem hijab to Nirmala," said Nala to Sakti.

Sakti nods. "We met at the club, in a normal room!"

"Ready, Om!!" Nala held out both of her thumbs. "The GDP used to be dong Om. Nala's car will be filled with gasoline, not gallon water!" nala Seloroh.

Sakti took out ten hundred thousand pieces of money and folded them. He put the money into Nala's cleavage. "One million first yes, beautiful ... the rest later if it runs out nemenin Om."

"Rebes, Om. Thanks for that." Nala kissed both cheeks and walked out of the room. He pulled out the money that the man slipped into his chest and kissed him.

"Yes, I finally have money too!" kelakar Nala in front of the door of the Sakti room. "The waiter can make it to the salon!" muttered Nala while walking without caring about her surroundings.

People looked at Nala with cynical gazes as they knew for sure the forbidden relationship between the girl and their superior.

...***...

"Wow.. You're absolutely perfect, baby..." Sakti stood up and spread her arms to welcome Nala's body into her arms.

"So Nala has been less beautiful than Nirmala, huh Om?" whinek Nala bent her face in jealousy.

Sakti chuckles then pinches his mistress cheek. "Sama-sama is beautiful, dear.but if you wear a hijab like this, make Om even more hustle!"

"Ah, could it be Om dreadlocks!" Nala pinched Sakti's thighs gnashed. "Where is the drink? Tumben really has not been prepared," protested Nala because on the table there are only snacks.

"In a moment the order is coming, patient dong dear..." Sakti menjwil taper chin belongs to Nala. "You can't stand being drunk with Om?" goda Sakti rubbed Nala's back.

"It is Om, drag the throat of Nala. Need something that makes the blood boil!" seloroh Nala forgot what Tono said about her health condition.

Ten minutes later, a waiter came carrying two bottles of alcoholic beverages on a tray. Nala just poured the drink into a glass containing some ice cubes.

"Ah... so good, Om!" puji Nala spent one of the most expensive wiskey slogis in the nightclub. He poured back the intoxicating drink and sipped a second glass.

Starting from the pleasure because the lust of the world he has enjoyed. Now the pain that he had to endure alone. Nala complained and moaned because she felt extreme pain in the lower back and right waist.

"Om.. Please Nala, Om. Nala's waist hurts a lot!" lirih Nala endured the sudden onset of pain and nausea.

Sakti stays relaxed thinking Nala is faking it, working on it. "Udah. do not need to act-acting everything! Let's have another drink .. toast...."

Nala's frail body finally collapsed because the Empyrean is not strong enough to withstand the pain that runs through the body.

"Nala... Nala...."

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