Don't Be Ferocious Dong, Non !

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My parents, my,

Often annoying

But I still love

Me, me,

Often annoying

But my parents still love me

We, we,

Frequently arguing

However we remain ‘one’.

That night my father, Adi Sanjaya, sent me a short message.

The writing,

Make trouble what else are you a bastard son?! Dad's money is almost 70 billion you deposit at a low rate without permission! You're Edan's son!

I grinned.

Well that's how I am.

There's no cash, but I still have my dad's giro and bilyet that's been over-named on me.

Unfortunately, I can't make it cash. The flowers have to go into my father's company. I was only authorized to cultivate and utilize it for the benefit of the company.

My position was Manager of Investment and Finance, in a multinational company owned by my father.

Until one day, I ran away.

With the Company Deed still in my name.

Lawyers can't move on someone else's behalf.

I'm on the run, but I don't want to go back.

The point is, I'm actually in a stuck position.

Wh why?

All the problems started when I was going to be betrothed to the child from the Hardiyata family.

Sorry, I don't like being betrothed to a woman I don't like even her face I don't know.

Although I never saw a photo of my candidate, it was sad to see the son of a family of businessmen still match-making.

Why should I?

There are still other brothers.

So I ran away from home, the problem is that running away must have been impoverished by the family.

For principle.

And self-worth.

Then,

Second problem arises.

My nominee was furious, because I ran away from an arranged marriage. Their trillions worth of cooperation projects are cancelled. They consider this an insult.

My family is threatened with bankruptcy because of me.

Then my secretary managed to contact me.

My number is new, and I'm changing phones. It's a great secretary these days, already on his sophisticated brain.

I suspect Mrs Windy, my secretary, also has a relationship with the owner of the tracking satellite that was flown in the seventh sky above the earth.

Because all this time, what he was looking for would have been able to get.

The first one sent to me was... Beautiful woman's photo.

Miss Dias Hardiyata.

"Who?" ask me that time. My heart was inexplicably pounding fast.

30 Years of my life, only this time I saw a woman as beautiful as this.

"The one who was about to be betrothed to the boss" my secretary said across the phone.

"Agod, man! Why didn't you tell me she was this beautiful?!"

"It's too late Boss, they're very angry. Mr. Adi said, The boss cannot go home until the relationship between the two families improves, "Mr Windy must be scolding me in his heart. Why not search for it yourself via Google. The face of a princess sultono would easily be plastered everywhere.

"How do I make the relationship good!?"

"My boss was told to find his own way,"

"We can have a big meeting,"

"Sir Adi said the lawyer had been instructed to freeze all of my boss's financial assets, all exclusive facilities at the club were suspended, and asked to voluntarily submit all credit cards that Boss holds or credit installments that 'Letter of Gentlemenannya' using the Boss name guarantee will be restructured, so the Boss will be able to collectibility 5. Automatic credit card will be reviewed by the Bank,"

"If I can't reconcile, how?"

"The boss won't get an inheritance,"

"Damn! Why is it a Gini drama series?! Nothing to the legacy! How much is my father's legacy? Can you buy a country?!"

"The answer, it can, Boss,"

I'm silent.

There's also a lot of my father's money...

I haven't paid attention to it all this time.

"Kok you know?" my many.

"Yes dong Bos, never read Bloomberg? Mr. Adi entered the top 50 richest people in the world, loh,"

I forgot, there's a reason Miss Windy was made my secretary. Because he was critical, meticulous and deft, and I was the opposite. My only advantage is in financial strategy.

"Turn back to the original, if my credit card was confiscated, so..."

"Yes, the Boss must find another job for everyday because the funds in the savings account are only 2 million, but the party also has to keep hold of Jade Corporate investment funds,"

"It's not fair to me, though,"

"Say Mr. Adi ... Momentarily my boss read whatsap from Mr. Adi. If it's not wrong capital all," there are cracks from across there. Ms. Windy was reaching into her bag to pick up her other phone.

I'm keeping my phone away.

The sound of a fashion cry screaming Madam Windy made my ears buzz.

"No need to use yell dong," I complained.

"I was instructed to shout if I read whatsap from Mr. Adi to the Boss," Ms. Windy said.

I sneered bitterly.

"Boss, I have a suggestion. It can be lived if the Boss is able, but do not be forced to object. I also do not want to be brought to the problem of the conglomerate family, maybe I am a conglomerate," said Mrs Windy.

Why so bad talk anyway? Let it be, I'll just listen to Miss Windy's proposal. Hopefully problem solving.

"So, because it is impossible to apologize by appearing to the Hardiyata family, it could be new until the Boss fence will be shot dead as a sniper, so the Boss can infiltrate into an employee in the family. I'll make a fake degree. Make everyone in the Hardiyata family happy with the Boss. So that when the Boss confesses, they will sympathize with the Boss. If necessary, Boss make Miss Dias fall in love with the Boss, let all business be smooth,"

That's how it started, though,

And that's the story of why I got stuck here.

Of all the work, all I could do was drive a car. So I applied for a job in this house as the personal driver of Miss Dias, the beautiful beauty from heaven.

Miss has been driving alone everywhere because she has a lack of trust with others.

I, because I love all kinds of automotive, ended up applying for the job.

At my father's house, I have 12 types of cars in various models. Classic and sport.

And Miss BMW M3 cars include cars that require special care. The kind I like, wild and hard to handle.

Miss's car, as pretty as the owner. Has a peak power of 510 dk with a torque of 610 Nm.

The output of the bi-turbo engine is very large which at the same time makes it a true sports car, capable of accelerating 0-100 km/h in 4.2 seconds.

However, the streets in Jakarta and temperatures in tropical countries are very influential on the performance of the engine. Tires tend to overspin, maintenance is not possible in ordinary workshops. Once scratched should be in a special workshop and should not be late oil change. Could squash.

But, even though the cuddle is still beautiful like Miss. Who would abandon him?!

My mission was twofold, looking for work for daily expenses, and making Miss Dias sympathize with me so she could forgive my mistake of running away from the match.

So many stories of my past, now I'm pensive in front of the washing machine.

While stroking my neck that is still goosebumps.

Imagining my seed sticking to Miss's cheek.

Whyaaaa,

Why is it so close to the lips?!

I rubbed my face with one hand,

Trying to restore my sanity over the bitterness of the world reality,

Reluctance strikes me, the hallucinatory world survives

The misadventures that are happening are driving me crazy

The housekeeper at Nona's house and her family provided a mess close to the main house. Tonight all rest in mess, the main house deserted. It's just me and the washing machine spinning in the laundry room.

I don't live in mess, because when I came, mess was full.

So I'm boarding at a location about 5km away from Miss's house. Because only there is a cheap cost of a million per month shared bathroom.

The owner of the brownish eyes was reportedly not easy to believe other people handling his belongings. Her house assistant, Bik Isma, has been working for Miss for 10 years since Miss was in school. Then the widow finally found a mooring of her heart in place of her dead husband, and decided to return home for a week of honey moon.

Bik Isma takes care of everything, and Miss does not want to be served by other ART, even though there are 15 people who work in this palace. I don't know what trauma is going on.

While meeting me and Miss instructed for the division of duties, Bik Isma grinned in relief.

“I like to worry that Miss drives a luxury sedan alone everywhere and she even washes her own car!” bik Isma said at that time.

Really independent woman Jelita that one. I'm falling in love with her.

So if Bik Isma doesn't exist, my work will automatically double.

Tomorrow I have to. Anyway my job list has 3 word pages. A bunch. Thinning included.

The night was quiet.

I don't know where humans are on this Earth.

Did they sink into the dark of the night?

Or indeed reluctant to come out because of a savage,

Maybe their day is exhausting,

Like the lovely Nonaku should...

“Danar?”

I came to my senses, and turned to hear the hoarse voice that I had always longed for from behind me.

The heart painter was looking at me with his eyes, leaning his head on the laundry room door frame.

And his clothes, though,

My Lord, I thank you for being given a pair of eyes that still clearly see the beauty of the world.

Nona's clothes, a kind of haram negligee featuring a low cleavage with hip curves as beautiful as the curves of the highway in the mountains.

My goal is to make you fall in love with me,

What happened was that I was crazy about you!

Damn, what a shit I ran away from that match!

Damn, what a damn thing I have to do with my parents!

Shit, what a shit I'm hypnotized by your makeup, my dear Miss!

"Why are you alone here?" tanyakanya. But in my ears it sounds like a Mermaid's singing. Licking and buzzing pierced my mind.

"Just pillow, Non," I said reflexively. My lips are on autopilot.

"Hem... I'd like to ask, you answer honestly,"

"Did? I-iya Non?" how do I feel feeling so bad?!

"What's that stamp on the pillow? How come my cheeks are sticky?"

I'm tense, silent a million languages.