Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 61 (Bundle)

Yeni and Ayu endlessly laugh at Arinda, Arinda clearly does not accept her in such treatment by her two co-workers, but what power, what power, he who is outnumbered and still in training position makes him so silent, but not with his heart.

I swear to myself, I will avenge all the humiliation you have thrown at me! You fools, what else is Yeni, if I have reached my goal, I will make you insulted! that was Arinda's plan in her heart.

Ayu who saw the glare of Arinda's sharp eyes increasingly opiate to prank her.

“Look at his eyes, hahahaha, he thought that if he was like that I would be scared.” said Ayu with a cynical laugh.

“Mana brother? Huh!” Yeni pointed at Arinda's eyes. “You need Nda glass? If your eyes are so vicious will be afraid, as well as Mr. Andri, hahahaha.” Ayu who was sitting next to Yeni did not stop bullying Arinda.

“Sorry yes Nda, instead of me being used to bully new children, this is new to you, because your goal is too noticeable, want to tease Mr. Andri, and you are, you should be aware or at least find out first about Mr. Andri carefully, so you do not regret later, Mr. Andri is married, and his wife is young and beautiful, he said, you and his wife are like heaven and earth, if work is just work, focus on making money, not looking for a partner, if you can't stand it, look for a single Nda, let your life calm down.” bright Ayu who does not like the attitude of Arinda.

“Thanks for the advice of the brothers, but you take care of your business,” said Arinda.

“Yeah this child, in love and even defiant, Nda Pak Andri's wife is pregnant, you do not ruin their happiness, anyways no way sir Andri will choose you,” said Ayu.

“Yes, my brother, from earlier your work only mocked me, at this time it is working hours, it should be the older brother who as a senior set the right example, he said, by not taking office hours as gossip.” Finally Arinda returned the ridicule of his colleague who had been cornering him.

Ayu and Yeni also shook their heads to see Arinda who was so brave to everyone.

When the tension between them had subsided, Andri came out of his room.

Chequek!!

“Arinda, come with me to meet the client.” said Andri who was ready with his tote bag.

“Oh, i-iya sir.” quickly Arinda carried her bag.

“Yu, give to Arinda the file and the document.” Andri's word, because the meeting materials needed are on Ayu.

“Good sir,l.” Ayu also provides a flash, and the map contains print out documents that will be presented in front of the client later.

After that, Arinda and Andri left for a hotel as a meeting place with clients.

“So, why did you give Arinda a go?” ask Yeni, because Ayu did not like Arinda.

“Let's just, so I can focus on teaching you, besides the final decision is in my hands, if I say no, he will not be improved by Mr. Andri, anyway, I only gave him a few times, tomorrow will be your turn.” explained Ayu.

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At Beeve's house combing his hair made in disbelief, because the ends of his hair are very much branched.

“Aduh, how to branch gini anyway?” mumbling Beeve.

Beeve who loved her hair became restless, because it turns out that in addition to branching, the tip of her hair also looks red.

He who just finished combing took a scissors from the table in the room, then he headed to the swimming pool, because there besides the light can also be to shelter.

When Beeve arrived at the pool, Beeve sat in a lounge chair under Cambodian flowers, and in front of him was a table, too, he also put a plastic bag on the table as a container of hair that he will cut, so that his hair is not scattered everywhere.

He began to cut off the ends of his hair.

Winda who saw his master sitting alone in the swimming pool came over.

“Mistress, why even cut your own hair?” ask Winda.

“I'm lazy to the salon mbak, after all just cut the branching, any money dear if it comes out for something this easy.” explained Beeve by continuing to cut his hair.

Nyoya this stingy what's simple anyway? To go to the most salons, there are also rich people who are calculating, the mind of Vinda.

“Again mbak, I was traumatized to the salon, because I used to ask for a 5 centi haircut, but the salonman instead cut 15 centi, he said I was more suitable to use short hair, he said, from there I was lazy to the salon, and I always try to cut myself.” explained Beeve who made Winda nodded his head.

“But nyah, if only cutting hair branched, I can also nyah.” said Winda who wants to help his employer.

“No need to mbak, I can kok.” in the middle of their conversation, the Emir comes over.

“I am also good at cutting hair, in London many of my school friends who ask for a haircut on me,” said Emir.

Huuh, why hasn't he come home yet anyway! peeked Beeve in his heart.

“Thank you, but I can do it myself,” Beeve said.

“Here I help.” The Emir took the scissors that were in Beeve's hands.

“You are cut like what?” the Emir asked as he stood behind the seated Beeve.

“I don't want to cut my hair, I just cut the part that is branched,” explained Beeve.

“Yeah Bee, hair all this time just cut.” The Emir clasped Beeve's waist-length hair.

“But I like my long hair mas,” Beeve said.

“If your hair all this time, you are so similar to kuntilanak, at least cut a little, let you look fresh.” Bright Emir who prefers short-haired Beeve.

“I don't want mas.” Beeve continued to reject the Emir's offer, but the Emir insisted.

“Already, let me cut a little, and your hair also needs to be colored, let you be more beautiful,” said Emir.

“Mas..,”

“Bu, please buy hair paint for mistress.” The Emir also gave 300,000 rb to Winda.

“Good sir.” said Winda rushed to the store to buy it.

“Mas, you are, I told you..”.

“Sst...., you want to look like a human what is soft?” emir.

“Bsiklah, but 5 centi only yes mas, cut straight,” pinta Beeve.

“Humm.” Emir nodded, 10 minutes later, Winda returned with 1 box of hair paint.

“Bee, I recorded yes your hair cutting process,” Emir said asking for permission.

“OK mas,” replied Beeve.

The Emir also asked for help from Winda to record their activities.

And the Emir with his myriad of talents, began to show his skills.

At first he cut Beeve's hair, little by little, but long into a hill.

“Mas, really long time to cut it,” said Beeve.

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