FORCED TO MARRY BRONDONG

Extra Part 8

“Hallooo Rainbow dear, Daddy already in the office nih, Rainbow at home well yaaa ..” I held back my steps, when I wanted to enter Zain's room, when I saw Zain was making a video call with his son and wife, just nyampe, already video call, not bosen what?? Make me jealous, I'm a pingiiinn.

“Aaaaahhh yes, Mommy is also yaa... be careful at home, Daddy wants to work first well, o yes?? Later if Daddy comes home from work want to bring what??” his voice was so sound it hurt my ears.

“Oooohhh .. Yes, Mommy would like a siren?? The one in that ordinary place, right?? Yes later in buyin, Daddy will go home quickly really, if the work is finished, yes, yes, see you later at home yes dear .. muach” Zain waved his hands on the phone. Ish ... earlier, what message did his wife have?? Cireng message?? Basic tacky. Ginih day, still eating cireng, kampungan, he said rich people.

“Cindy, why stand there??” ask Zain suddenly.

“Eh, oh, a I want someone asked Pak” I replied nervously, feeling jolted when Zain was suddenly there beside me, maybe because I was too engrossed in cursing.

“Oh, what do you want??” tanyanya flat.

“This sir, the problem of calculating profit loss that last month, why can't I??” My reason, it's amazing, well the name is also Cindy, yes definitely pinterlah.

“Oh, that problem? Eemmhh ... briefly” Zain then sits in his chair, then turns on his laptop.

I followed him, then stood beside him.

“Ekhem, Cindy, just sit in front of me, do not need to be next to here” Ish... so jaim basic really?? I want Zain's hands. Hicks ...

“This is an example of a report that last month, you can learn a lot from this report, or if you want someone to ask again, you can ask Mr. Broto, my secretary” he explained.

Ish ... why am I even told to go to the old man anyway?? I want to be just like Zain, not the same moustache.

“Oh, yes already deh” finally want to not want me to withdraw, but why Zain also stood up anyway?? Does he want me to sit in my chair?? Aaaa Zain is very sweaty. Yes ... Cindy is that.

“No need in the anter Sir, I can myself kok” said sambi smile, shy to want.

“Who wants to take you?? My people want to go to mushalah really, want to pray dhuha dhuha du” he replied. Ish ... It feels like my pride is torn to shreds. Then Zain now why be a perfect man anyway?? Udah handsome, young, the sole heir of several companies, plus shaleh anyway, dear family again. I will be a pinnggiiinnn. Jombloku's soul thrashed.

“Oh, yes Sir, please” I walk cover give Zain the way. He walked without me anymore.

I sat back in my chair, looked back, thought hard, what plan should I do now.

Ah, what is this?? Why am I peeing anyway? It must be because I mostly think this is mah.

I immediately walked to the toilet, immediately entered it, after it was finished, I immediately went out of the toilet, then reflected for a moment, from the mirror, I saw the reflection of Zain's new face ablaze, iiihhh ... is she more cute, huh?? His shirt was folded up to the elbow, his face and hair were still wet because of the ablution water, which actually made his face more handsome. Ughb ... Zain look at me please!.

Ahah! Suddenly, the scene of drama that I often watched flashed through my shadow. Where the woman often falls because of slippery in front of the man in her tribe, continues spontaneously the man catches the body of the woman, hhiii .. I practice aahhh .. I Cindy Atmaja, I am, take notes! I am a woman who never gives up!.

“Pak, new wudhu well??” my broom, standing at the door of the mushalah, with my legs raised, preparing to fall down.

“Oh, yes, you want to pray too??” ask him while he was down.

“Eh, no, I again hitch” replied with a smile.

“Oh, rowdy, keep doing here??” he asked as he walked past me.

Bruuuukkkk!!!

“Aaaawwww..” I felt my ass hurt so badly, as it landed smoothly on the floor.

“Ya canuunn, Cindy, why are you??” asked Zain looking at me strangely, ish .. base instead of being helped, even avoid.

“Adduudduuhh .. this pain pak” I grimace, while rubbing my butt, trying to stand, but it feels very painful.

“Why not be careful? Sorry I can't help you Cin, I just wudhu, afraid to cancel again” he said while looking at me strangely.

“Hadduuhh ..” I tried to complain again, and it felt like my ass was crumpled, it hurt a lot. Its serious.

“Sebitar” Zain circulated his gaze.

“Oh, Purno! Sineh you!” zain shouted as he waved his hand, at Purnomo, who had just finished cleaning the men's toilet. Uh, why did zain call Purnomo?? Don't-don't ...

“This, please help Cindy, earlier she fell on the floor” her door while pointing at me, who was looking up, begging for mercy.

“Oh, yes ready pak” replied Purnomo quickly, while preparing to embrace me.

“Hah??? No need! Thanks!” I answered quickly, trying to stand up, even though it was hard. Me?? In the same lift Purnomo?? Sorry, not level!.

“Eeehhh. .. It's okay Miss Cindy, here I help you” Purnomo still pushy, with hands immediately reaching my waist.

“Eeehhh .. don't need!” I shouted, standing up limping.

Urruuukkk ...

“Awwww..” I fell back, this is serious. I deliberately dropped myself hard just now, hoping that Zain would catch me.

“Ehhh, Ms. Cindy, don't reject me, sineih I pocket up to the clinic kantor”.

Ggrreeby ....

Purnomo holds my body in bridal style. Then he walked with pride.

Damnit damnit!!

Meanwhile, I glanced at Zain, smiling while covering his mouth, entering the mushala.

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