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"So, how much salary do you want?" Zeze asked, after he sat down in front of Fathir, Zeze's legs were in the overlap so that his smooth p*ha was perfectly exposed in Fathir's eyes. Fathir immediately turned his face and pura looked at the window.

"That's up to you, Ze, you're the owner of this company?" Answer Fathir.

"Well, do you want to be my personal assistant? multi-function though? from being a chauffeur, a secretary when I meet out of town, and also other important work.for a salary, 10 million, how? do you agree?" Ask Zeze.

"10million? is that not excessive?"

Fathir feels even more expensive.

"Try the driver of his salary of 2.5 million, secretary of 5 million, and salary to accompany meetings outside the city or in a hotel of 2.5 million star hotel with the money to eat." Zeze detailed the salary he mentioned..

"Ooh, okay, deal.", said Fathir, he smiled no longer need to worry about feeding to 4 members of his family.

"Deal," Zeze reached out his hand, and greeted Fathir, but the grip was so tight that Fathir wanted to pull his hand.

"Ze, all right, now, what am I supposed to do?" Ask Fathir.

"Later tonight, I have a meeting out of town, this is your first job, and in the afternoon we'll prepare ourselves and the files I have to bring." Her speech.

"Isn't that your secretary's job? I'll go home first thing in the afternoon, to tell Shaina, I'll pick you up at the Mansion tonight." Fathir.

"But I lack trust in my secretary, sometimes she's banged up and makes mistakes. I want you to take care of it and check it out yourself." Answer Zeze.

"If you don't believe him, you replace him with another one, it's better!" Advice Fathir.

"That's what I'm still thinking, but this time help me." Say again.

"Well, I'll call Shaina first." Fathir came out and took his phone.

'Helo darling...Assalamualaikum.'

'Wa aleikim salam.how Beng, have you been in Zeze's office?" Ask Shaina.

'Yes dear, but tonight I can't go home, because Zeze has a meeting outside the city, in vain asked me to be his driver." Fathir.

"Alright Beng, thank goodness you have been accepted to work, Beng heart!"

saith.

"Dear, take care of our children! tomorrow I'll be home by noon. Assalamualaikum emch."

'Wa aleikum salam.'

Turns out Zeze eavesdropped behind a door that wasn't tightly shut.

"Hows it? does Shaina allow you?" Just ask me if I don't want to answer Shaina.

"Yes, what now?"

Ask Fathir.

"This is the file I'm going to bring, please check."

Fathir took the file and placed it on the table in the room.

"Alright, let's go home, you grab the shirt downstairs and we go back to the Mansion."

Her speech.

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'Helo Ummi, I'm sorry that Shaina wanted to go home there, but because there was a little problem so it was delayed.' Shaina called umminya.

'Can come here today, right? there's a little problem, son.' Ummi said from a phone call.

'Okay Mi, we'll be there later on.' Shaina Promise.

'alright.'

The phone is also closed.

Shaina finishes the housework and starts picking up clotheslines and folding them. Zahwa also helped, while Yola and Rangga seemed to sit sweetly in front of the television while singing fried beans made by themselves.

It did not feel like Ashar had arrived.

"Son, let's go to Grandma's!" Zahwa and Rangga were so happy they ran for a decent shirt, zahwa took his veil and waited in front of the terrace.

"Uola, are you ready for bekum?" Shaina said as she watched Yola still sitting in front of the television.

"Yola lives aja ma, males street." The answer.

"Lho, you're alone! why do you think how?" Shaina.

Zahwa heard, went back in and persuaded Yola, and Yola finally left. Along the way Yola's face looked sour.

Ciiiit Bruk's

suddenly Shaina hit the road barrier profit is not too fast, so just a little scuff.

"Mama..kok fell!" Screeched Yola while holding onto her bleeding knee.

"Ma.what's up,- Zahwa who, seeing his mama scribbled one way oun wonder.

" Oh sorry," Shaina oun set up her bike and checked on her son. It turned out that Zahwa's wounds were more severe, his knees and legs were blisters and bleeding.

"Mama fell away, that's why she fell" said Yola Ketus.

"Ma..." Rangga only said a word. He now prefers to observe and investigate matters. Since his grandfather's oengusiran.

Is it really Zeze and Beng Fathir? But why did Zeze look to rest his head on Bebeng's shoulder?

Lirih.

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